Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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MDR: "If you tank the tower, does that mean the tower won't attack me when I go in?! (Super furious)"

AA12: "You son of a bitch..."

MDR: "Are you a paratrooper? If you can't hit him, why aren't you tanking the tower? If I hit him, why am I tanking the tower?! How am I supposed to hit him if I'm tanking the tower?! Are you made of steel?"

AA12: "I ******..."

MDR: "Do you even have a brain?! You have to go in and tank the tower before I can attack him, understand? Then you tank a couple of hits before I kill him, and then I flash out."

[1] I just came in, and as a new viewer, I don't know which one is the father and which one is the son?

[2] The one with white hair is the father, and the one wearing black clothes is the son.

Author's Note: Both of them have white hair and are wearing black clothes.

After the game...

"AA12 went 7-4 this time, not bad."

"Yes, yes, yes, awesome!"

"Go review the game. See if I used healing on you during that wave?"

"It's unnecessary to retake it. I trust you."

"I'm just three seconds away from my goal."

"Yes, that's why I believe you. Absolute trust, this is the absolute trust between comrades."

"Hmph..."

"Aside from that time when you were tanking the tower and I got a little angry because you were arguing with me, everything else was fine... First of all, I don't want to talk about that one. If I do, you'll just find me annoying. You said you couldn't hit him, so you tanked the tower for me a couple of times so I could kill him, or you could trade one for one with him, and you'd still be ahead if the minion wave pushed into the tower. That's what I meant, and then you said you couldn't hit him and told me to tank the tower. I can't tank the tower and go kill him, I need a teammate to tank the tower for me to kill him. If you tanked the tower twice, I could hit him with my second Q and then auto-attack him twice, and then I could tank the tower a third time. If I could kill him before the third tower hit me, I could just flash out of the tower."

弹幕：【1】开庭【2】不讲了（开始讲）【3】《不想给你讲了》【4】还是要讲【5】开始了开始了

Post-event live stream clips: "I Don't Want to Talk to You"

"NB, you win. Okay, I was wrong. I'm sorry... Please apologize, okay?"

"Hey, it doesn't matter, this wave doesn't matter. Didn't I misunderstand you during that healing round just now? It's like it canceled out, right?"

Are we still good brothers?

"We're definitely good brothers. Later, Gao Di will sing 'My Good Brother' with everyone and 12. We're all brothers until we lose, 12."

"more or less."

[1] Good brother [2] The New York judge took care of his junior sister and sentenced AA12 to life imprisonment.

【3】"It doesn't matter" 【4】You handed over your **, and then I wronged you, so we're even.

[5] We were all good brothers before we lost.

......

"Sister, did you hear that?"

"Yes, it's coming from the fourth floor, and you can even hear it clearly on the first floor..."

The girls on the first floor almost all heard the shouting and cursing coming from the fourth floor. Without a doubt, it was probably another accident that happened to MDR while he was playing games.

Unexpectedly, the biggest surprise wasn't some unknown online friend, but rather hxd, who was sitting right next to him in a duo queue.

The two of them seemed like good brothers who hadn't seen each other in a long time when they first met, but as soon as they got upstairs, they started arguing.

Despite being taciturn and socially awkward, AA12 was surprisingly relaxed around MDR, even joining in the rant. It's probably because the others aren't familiar with her enough...

Luo Fan could see everything clearly through her phone, as could the girls. Everyone was watching the live stream of MDR and AA12 from their respective positions, while also watching the comments section where they were giving the two best friends something new.

It's estimated that a new League of Legends bible will appear soon.

P.S.: Inspired by a reader's suggestion to create a series of episodic episodes, I'm going to put together a big project for everyone.

I'm planning to write a supernatural tale based on rules, trying out a suspenseful horror style to see if I can get the hang of it.

307 Dinner Preparation

Although Yingque enjoys cooking and is quite skilled at it, she still underestimated her workload.

When the agent told her that there were about 30 people having dinner, she almost collapsed into the beer-braised fish in front of her.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and said dejectedly, "Um, Miss Maid, are you responsible for preparing dinner for everyone here every day?"

"No, there is another lady and I who are in charge of everyone's meals, but she has gone out to shop right now, and I can't help much. I can only learn some skills from you here."

The agent seemed very humble and did not show any sense of superiority in front of Yingque, an outsider.

Because the taste of Yingque's cooking was enough to convince her.

Ying Que scratched her head, not expecting the other person to praise her like that...

"So, after watching for so long, have you learned anything?"

The agent nodded again: "Yes, I have memorized every dish and every step of the process you made. However, you can't make two dishes that are exactly the same, so I can't help you with the next dish."

So, the meaning is that the maid can replicate every dish she makes, but the problem is that she can't make two exactly the same dishes at the same table, so she can't help but learn one by one from the maid...

Okay, fine...

When I turned around, the entire cutting board was almost completely covered with dishes, and none of them were the same.

That's about right, but it's not enough for more than 30 people. I need to make a few more dishes. I'll just make a few simple home-style dishes, otherwise it will take too long. They'll probably be hungry after waiting for so long.

"Um, Miss Maid, could you please take these dishes to the table? There's no room for any more dishes here. Please know that dinner will be served in about 20 minutes."

"Yes, it's kind of you to help the servants prepare such high-quality food. Thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all, I really enjoy doing this!"

Wiping away the sweat again, Yingque gave the other person a healthy smile before getting back to work.

The agent didn't answer her again and carried the dishes to the table.

Looks like we'll have to bring a few more chairs; after all, it's dinner, and we can't leave everyone without a place to sit...

......

To be honest, the agent also hopes this young lady can stay here. She has a great personality, is an excellent cook, kind-hearted, and innocent. If given more time to get to know everyone here, the agent believes she can become good friends with everyone.

Unfortunately, no, she had her own path to walk.

It's strange that the agent has developed a positive view of the people in this world for the first time. Perhaps it's due to the influence of this peaceful life, which gives him more opportunities and time to observe the beautiful aspects of this world.

And this young lady is, apart from her master, the most beautiful thing that can be observed so far.

......

After plating the stir-fried squid, I added more oil to the pan and prepared to cook the next dish.

Just as they were about to turn the fire back on and heat the oil, the cell phone on the chair rang at an inopportune moment.

"Who would call at this time?"

Yingque quickly took off her gloves, ran over, picked up her phone, and immediately saw two words on the screen.

mom

She quickly answered the phone and steadied her breathing, which had become a little erratic from cooking.

"Hey Mom, why are you calling?"

To my utter surprise, Mom called at this moment...

"Hey, Mom didn't miss you, I just wanted to ask how things are going in White Eagle? I heard it's a lot of trouble there right now, and it's snowing heavily. I hope it hasn't affected your life at all?"

An elderly woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. It was so kind, and although it was somewhat weak, it could not hide its all-encompassing gentleness.

The girl felt a warmth in her heart and chuckled softly, "I'm doing very well. I've made some friends who are all very kind to me. I don't have to worry about making a living now. As long as I find a job honestly, I can continue to develop my career. The future looks very bright."

"Sigh, you're a girl, you need to be careful when you're out there. After all, it's in White Eagle, the environment there is too chaotic. You said your friend is being nice to you, don't let them take advantage of you!"

"How could that be..."

Yingque felt a little embarrassed. After all, it was normal for her mother to worry about her safety. But she could also tell that the bartenders and girls in the bar were all very nice people, just a little eccentric.

Yingque's mother continued, "Sigh, you're such a child. With your abilities, I believe you can make a name for yourself, but your biggest problem is that you're too naive and easily deceived. Look at Atao next door when you were little. He said he wanted to marry you when he grew up, and you agreed without even thinking or asking. Later, when he asked you what marriage meant, you said you didn't know. Luckily, he didn't take it seriously and kept bothering you with it, otherwise you would have been in trouble!"

"Hey Mom, I told you not to mention this anymore, why are you bringing it up again?!"

A sudden, overwhelming feeling of impending stroke washed over me, and I couldn't help but blush...

When I was a child, I really didn't know what it meant. Thinking back further, I realized I had already said it to someone else, and I even said it myself, although I didn't know what it meant back then either...

At that time, her only impression of marriage was that it was just two people being together, and that was it. But thinking back on it now, it seems like she's always been with other people, so why did she get married?

Now I understand. I had said the same thing to someone else before, but unlike my neighbor, I felt ashamed of that joke.

But what was said to another person earlier now seems like a childish joke, but...

She no longer thinks it's a joke; she genuinely wants to do it...

"I was just reminding you! Don't get scammed when you're out and about, especially by a foreigner. Be careful. I won't disturb your rest any longer; the chickens haven't been fed yet..."

"Hey, take care of yourself, don't overwork yourself."

"Mom's still in good health; she definitely won't be bedridden for several years! I'm hanging up now!"

"Okay, okay, I'm hanging up now, bye-bye."

Sigh, Mom's always like this, she likes to worry about me, even though I do seem to be quite easily fooled.

The worst time was when I fooled myself, tricked Bai Ying into coming here, and fooled myself into thinking I could still find him...

The architect from 308 is here!

"I'm back! Hmm? It smells so good. Has the agent already prepared dinner?"

SAT8 returned to the bar alone, carrying several bags of ingredients and decorations. As soon as he entered, he smelled a fragrance and subconsciously thought of the agent.

"No, someone is already in charge of it. She can even teach the agents how to do it."

Pascal took the things from SAT8's hands, and seemed quite...happy? He then explained the actual situation upstairs.

"Huh? Really? Someone came to help us cook?"

"Perhaps, but not entirely..."

Both of them looked up at the upstairs, one pondering the situation upstairs, while the other smiled at the amusing current situation.

"Boom!"

A loud bang came from upstairs, almost piercing the entire building, making everyone tremble.

It's unclear what strange thing happened again, but in this building, nothing is surprising, so the girls didn't ask any questions. They exchanged glances and pretended nothing had happened.

"What's going on...?"

......

"Damn it, this guy is a heavyweight!"

Arriving at the room just as the architect finished building it, Luo Fan was ready to welcome this lively character, but little did he expect that the other party would give him a big surprise as soon as he arrived.

Upon opening the cabinet door, the first thing you see isn't the architect's healthy physique, but rather... the RPG with a submachine gun slung over her shoulder.

Luo Fan hadn't considered this situation at all, and before he could react, the RPG slammed headfirst into the ground with a loud bang.

Although there is a safety system to prevent the warhead from exploding so easily, it is still quite a terrifying thing for such a thing to crash to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, that familiar traitor's head popped out, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.

"Uh... what's going on... hey, isn't this the Commander?! Hi, it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"

Before Luo Fan could deal with the transmitter on the ground, the girl in the cabinet slammed him to the ground with a giant dragon ram.

Luo Fan cursed angrily, "Damn it, can you be a little more normal next time you appear? You almost scared me to death!"

"Uh, but everything just went black for a moment, and then I didn't know anything else. I never expected this thing to fall to the ground... Oh well, whatever, this launcher can't be more important to you than me, right?"

It might not matter if this RPG really blew her up, as long as the Luo Fan people are still alive.

Without giving the other person a chance to blame him, like a dog separated from its owner for a long time, the architect pressed Luo Fan to the ground, hugged him tightly, and frantically rubbed his face against the other person's face, as if to leave his scent and prevent the other person from disappearing again.

"Uh, it's too tight, stop, it's about to react!"

"The Commander likes to stick things on, so I'll stick on then. Besides, my size is just right, right? Not as small as Captain 404 next door, and not as... well, anyway, not that big, just right, isn't it? Isn't it?"

"Oh right, so you can get up now? You're too heavy!"