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"Look, it's moving! It's moving! How fun!" Laiwei exclaimed, poking at Qimenglu's ponytail with a curious expression on her face.
This action made Qimenglu, who was being carried on Yang Xiaoyou's back, feel quite annoyed. Her playful ponytail seemed to reflect her mood, drooping in apparent dissatisfaction.
After the girl had rested enough, the group began their journey home. However, Laiwei seemed to be particularly fascinated by Qimenglu's adorable ponytails.
All the way, she kept teasing the sulking girl, causing Qimenglu to pinch Yang Xiaoyou from time to time, leaving him with a bitter smile as he took the hits.
Trailing behind this group was a bobbing stuffed bear, which also caught the attention of many passersby.
Well, this was originally work attire. However, after this incident, it was clear that they wouldn't bother to collect it back.
"By the way, how has Brother Luo been lately? What's he doing in Sh City?" Yang Xiaoyou asked while trying to soothe the girl and engaging in conversation with Laiwei, indirectly referring to his friend's sister.
He really had little connection with this carefree girl.
Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Qimenglu perked up her ears and began eavesdropping while perched on his back. Her playful ponytail swayed cutely.
"As for him, I know he's been busy with something. It seems like he's preparing for something. I left when I was conscripted, so I don't know much about it. Just listen to you for more details," Laiwei replied absentmindedly while eyeing the swaying ponytail ahead as if it were a ball of yarn.
Yang Xiaoyou raised an eyebrow; it seemed that the White House Correspondent had disappeared again.
However, given the chaos in the Middle East, it's possible that some extreme terrorist organizations had used biochemical weapons. This experienced correspondent might have been dispatched there, and Yang Xiaoyou hoped he would be sent to that area soon due to recent events in the Middle East.
"By the way, what are we having for dinner? I want ramen—the kind you made last time." Just as Yang Xiaoyou was about to successfully change the topic, Laiwei, feeling a bit hungry and patting her stomach, blurted out without a care.
"Uh..." In an instant, Yang Xiaoyou felt as if the world had collapsed around him; the girl he was carrying suddenly felt like a heavy mountain.
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!" As they arrived home, Laiwei finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter while pointing at the bite mark on Yang Xiaoyou's face, gasping for breath.
Alright, in the end, although it was explained, before the explanation was successful, Yang Xiaoyou still felt a wave of sorrow.
The Girl's teeth were becoming sharper and sharper.
The expressions of the two made Lucas, who was searching for food in the kitchen, walk out in confusion.
The calm half-month passed quite quickly.
During this time, aside from accompanying the Girl and Feng Lin to play whenever an event occurred, Yang Xiaoyou also completed filling out applications and attending graduation parties. The adjustment tests for the virtual training system had also entered their final stages, ready for immediate engagement.
Aside from being nearly caught by the Demoness and sneaking a moment behind the podium under the watchful eyes of all the students, there wasn't anything particularly special happening. If her voice had slipped out at that moment, it would have likely echoed through the microphone for all students to hear. That thrilling situation made both of them exceptionally sensitive and excited.
At the same time, both the Demoness and Liu Lianyue were indeed just as Yang Xiaoyou had initially judged; they were only preparing to maintain a presence at school while needing to focus on their own careers.
"Tsk. What a waste of resources. With such good conditions, she's not taking advantage of them. Her chest must feel amazing to squeeze," Yang Xiaoyou thought after hugging Liu Lianyue goodbye following the graduation ceremony. Just then, the Demoness emerged from a corner beside them, nudging Yang Xiaoyou with a smirk.
"Yours feels pretty nice too—soft, smooth, and elastic." After giving Beside a glance, Yang Xiaoyou boldly squeezed her chest while smiling.
"You're just taking advantage of me! Every time you make me sticky inside, yet I never get lucky," Liang Wuxuan said with a playful smile after rolling her eyes at Yang Xiaoyou. "By the way, your recent behavior seems strange. You're not planning another trip or something, are you?"
Such comments left Yang Xiaoyou feeling somewhat speechless. Was she really that perceptive? It was just a slight difference in behavior that had been noticed.
"Sort of. However, if this operation is successful, it will greatly benefit your Liang Family as well. It might even be an opportunity for you to increase your influence in the military. Hey, if your uncle has any intentions, this could serve as a good boost," Yang Xiaoyou said after playfully embracing Beside and giving her a little squeeze.
"Ah! My eyes! This is fake! Xiao You, you've betrayed us!" Just then, an inappropriate voice came from Beside; it was Huang Wei bringing along another lively character.
Hearing such a voice left Yang Xiaoyou feeling powerless. It felt like she owed them from her past life and was now being tortured by it.
As soon as Huang Wei approached, he grabbed Yang Xiaoyou's hand and began shaking it up and down as if they were shaking hands, leaving Yang Xiaoyou feeling somewhat bewildered after he released her.
However, to her surprise, he then brought his hand to his nose and started breathing rapidly, murmuring, "Finally, I can smell the goddess's scent."
In that moment, his lewd expression made Yang Xiaoyou's skin crawl. This guy was a bit too desperate. Thank goodness he only saw her touch Demoness a couple of times; if he had seen anything more intimate between her and Demoness, it would have been unbearable.
Just the thought of it made her head spin with frustration. She kicked Huang Wei to the ground, putting some distance between them and acting as if she didn't know him.
Even the usually bold Demoness couldn't handle such a display.
Fortunately, the other few lively characters weren't quite at this level of absurdity.
"By the way, Xiao You," Huang Wei said as he got back up, completely unfazed by the kick he received. Instead, he grinned and shamelessly asked for a favor. "Since we're about to graduate, could you help us get a ticket to the Dream Butterfly concert? It would be great if we could get reimbursed for travel expenses too."
Initially, when Yang Xiaoyou heard him say "we're about to graduate," she felt a twinge of sentimentality at the thought of parting ways. After all, this group had accompanied her for quite some time. She thought he might be suggesting one last meal together and was about to agree when she heard his request and was left speechless.
As expected, she had been too naive; this fellow was nothing but an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.
However, when Huang Wei mentioned Dream Butterfly, Yang Xiaoyou's expression turned peculiar. This almost unlivable entity was terrifying in its own right. Thanks to the success of her first concert, it seemed like you could throw a stone on the street and hit one of her brain-dead fans.
Yang Xiaoyou shared a unique bond with Dream Butterfly, who had faced similar struggles; of course, it wasn't just about procreation.
But when it came to Dream Butterfly's strange inner persona, Yang Xiaoyou found it utterly incomprehensible. She clearly despised the organization yet had established a cooperative relationship with them. If nothing unexpected happened, Control Licker and Tyrant's Host of the Queen Bee were likely connected to her.
Due to their previous interactions where Dream Butterfly had been so close to her, that inner persona was somewhat of a super voyeur; she could count every hair on Yang Xiaoyou's body.
Now Dream Butterfly remained shrouded in mystery, with no clear intentions. Just recalling a past conversation with her sent shivers down Yang Xiaoyou's spine.
At the same time, although Yang Xiaoyou constantly complained about Huang Wei and this group of fellows, he ultimately contacted Chen Wuyou and requested a few tickets. There was no choice; he owed them from his past life. What a bunch of fools.
Meanwhile, in British India, at the India-Myanmar Border, British Fourth Guard Station.
"Is this the latest model?" Luo Guohui gazed at the humanoid frame before him, standing four to five meters tall, exuding a streamlined beauty and a dreamlike quality. A flicker of excitement appeared in his eyes.
"That's right. This is the experimental Model No. 5. Compared to the previous versions, all the necessary devices have been added to this model. Additionally, it has released a limit on acceleration, meaning that the pilot inside may experience forces beyond their physical limits. This is precisely why we requested your assistance for testing. Once the tests are complete, we can install safety valves that the pilots can withstand in the appropriate locations," said a big white guy who was filling out a stack of forms while addressing Luo Guohui beside him.
Outside, the guard station appeared simple and unassuming, but inside, significant changes were taking place.
"Only real combat can test the shortcomings of our equipment. The gear used by the Myanmar Rebels is considered one of the best models from the Chinese Empire," remarked an older man in a white coat who had approached with measured steps.
The phrase "one of the best models" carried with it a chilling sense of brutality.
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