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Join the ServerI removed my helmet. A tidal wave of applause caught me off guard. Glancing at the other contestants, I realized we were the first team to win.
The big screen was replaying our battle footage—a clean eight-kill streak. The seamless teamwork between Yingning and me even made me want to compliment myself!
“That shrine maiden duo is seriously strong! They initiated the fight 2v8 and won with such style!”
“That’s not the point! The point is those long legs!”
“What? The point is obviously the chest! Not big, but the bounce is perfect!”
“Just asking… am I the only one who only stared at their faces and have no idea what happened?”
“The faces are flawless, but the legs are the best part!”
“Am I the only one paying attention to the older sister’s pert butt?”
The topic drifted off in a weird direction…
“Alright, enough from you gentlemen. I just carefully analyzed the fight. Those two beauties have extraordinary combat skills—no luck involved! Their fighting looks messy and brute, but it’s actually tactical. The tall one with white ears and tail is probably the older sister. She deliberately drew all the aggro, while the younger sister waited for the right moment to strike. Their tactics perfectly combine the defense of long IDs and the burst of short IDs. They must be expert female players in the game. Few reach this level. Their combat skills suggest they’re close-range specialists. Among known female experts, only a few excel in close combat. And though the game allows appearance and height adjustments, appearance level and body proportions can’t be altered. So, their identities… Long live the leg faction! I’d break those legs with my mouth!”
“GTMD leg faction! GTMD long skirts! Bring back the panty shots!”
“Even ass faction says GTMD long skirts! Give us back the thighs!”
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Perverts are abundant every year, but this year there are especially, especially, especially, especially, especially many…
“Sis, I suddenly feel like I’ve never seen through you…” Yingning linked her arm with mine, a bitter smile on her face.
‘My heart skipped a beat. Lately, due to force majeure, many suspicious points have appeared that might make the little girl doubts my identity. Did I slip up?’
Maintaining a calm expression, I smiled and ruffled her head. “People aren’t X-ray machines. Why do we need to see through everything?”
(Audience: Oooh! Such a sweet sisterly head-pat scene!)
“True,” Yingning nodded slightly and leaned into my embrace. “Seeing through too much is boring… Those who see too much must be very dull…”
(Audience: Aww! Post-battle sugar! I’m shipping this CP!)
“Not necessarily. They’d work even harder to find happiness, because happiness is the ultimate pursuit of all life. No one can see through happiness…”
“Are you happy?”
“Hahahaha yes!”
Yingning was momentarily stunned, then quickly caught the difference between “Are you happy?” and “Are you happy!” She burst out laughing. Her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming—a treat for the surrounding onlookers.
Seventeen years old—an age of forming worldviews, of curiosity about everything, of expectations, of melancholy—a poetic age.
Most people at this stage are still in their chuunibyou phase. Yingning may not be chuunibyou, but she often discusses seemingly chuunibyou questions with me.
Yet sometimes, chuunibyou questions aren’t necessarily childish or wrong. Instead, unhindered by reality, they strike at the essence.
As time passes, reality will give these seemingly childish chuunibyou questions an outcome, but never a standard answer. But that’s fine. Once we grow up, we no longer think about these things that once kept us tossing and turning at night, questioning the value of life. Not because we’re numb, but because we already have our own answers, unique to ourselves. Those become the value of our lives.
Yingning’s question today probably came from finding me a bit strange. My sudden burst of combat skills must be hard for her to explain—why her brother, who she’d been living with day and night, could display such seasoned fighting abilities, with clear thinking and decisive moves, so different from the domestic brother in her memory.
Actually, I’d never deliberately hidden my combat skills from her; I just never had the chance to make her believe.
“Xiaoya is a wonderful sister. Thank you for bringing her to me… I thought I would have to take care of her, but unexpectedly, she’s been helping me all along. If she is an angel sent by God, then you must be the God who created angels. Anyway, thank you!”
“Flattery, flattery. You can thank me by removing boiled eggs from my diet!”
‘I broke into a cold sweat… Has the little girl guessed my identity?’
“Sis, you still haven’t told me your ID. Xiaoya is really amazing! A little angel! It’s such a pity you don’t know her. After the carnival, I must bring her to meet you! So you have to tell me your ID first!”
“No way! My name is too embarrassing! I mashed my face on the keyboard! I won’t show you!”
“A name change card costs fifty bucks. Buy one and I’ll reimburse you!”
“Definitely not! I inherited the same naming incompetence gene as you. Thinking of names is too troublesome!” I hurriedly refused.
‘It seems the little girl hasn’t fully confirmed my identity. She’s just suspicious, testing with words and psychological hints… Such textbook-level interrogation techniques. Does she think that will make me slip? If I were to slip, she wouldn’t need to do anything at all!’
But as long as I stubbornly refuse to confess, Yingning has no evidence. All guesses remain just guesses, not enough to convict me.
“The preliminaries are over! All advancing players, please prepare for the next round! We will determine the top 32 teams by match points! So try to kill as many opponents as possible to rack up team points!”
Our conversation had been quiet, away from the crowd, whispered, so no one could hear.
“I’m with the leg faction.”
“Long live big panties! Down with long skirts!”
“Legs but no chest! Chest but no legs!”
‘Can’t we just appreciate everything quietly? This pair is perfect all over… What’s there to compare? Long live the hand faction!’
After the host finished announcing the start of the match, he glanced at us helplessly, his face twisted in frustration. The limelight had been completely stolen by the two shrine maiden sisters. After he spoke, except for the contestants, the audience didn’t even look at him. Extremely awkward!
Looking back on his glorious career as a gold-medal host, aside from an incident during a previous “Food Kingdom Heavenly Banquet Head Chef Selection” where he was disgusted by a perverted contestant who “killed the whole universe with a bowl of salt stir-fry,” never had he been upstaged like this!
But after that setback, he learned his lesson. He deeply engraved a warning in his soul, which would guide his hosting career until the end of his life—
—Never mess with anyone wearing fox ears!
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