You are not monster girls!

Chapter 102 Lin Muran, Will You Be Hanged from a Streetlight? (2-in-1 4k)

Do you think I'm a money-printing machine?

"Then why are you making it sound so serious?"

"This is a matter of life and death," Yan Yifan could only offer an awkward smile.

After thinking about it, he realized that Bai Mengqing was the most suitable person to draw quickly, well, and cheaply.

Moreover, based on my observations over the past few days, she seems to only listen to Lin Muran.

Being ripped off is a foregone conclusion.

Fortunately, Yan Yifan also had his own little scheme.

Bai Mengqing's painting skills are so superb that even the big bosses are experts. If one of her paintings catches their eye, it's a tenfold return on investment.

What's wrong with giving a little discount to the junior students?

"If you had just stopped making a few minor disruptions, your chain stores would already be all over the country."

"How should I put it, 3 is already my limit."

If there weren't other people around, Lin Muran felt that he would definitely start sucking up to her again and saying things like "Oh my god".

"I can draw it, but only on-site, and you can't just ask me, you have to see if the person agrees."

Bai Mengqing's ability to freely cast spells at home largely stems from the "relaxation" she feels when she's not bound by rules.

If we paint outside, having Xia Li oversee it might allow us to take advantage of the dragon's wariness of the milk dragon and cultivate its awareness of controlling spellcasting while painting.

More important than making extra money is training Bai Mengqing to stop creating strange things.

But only if she's willing to help.

Tips: Training monsters requires a balance of tension and relaxation, ensuring they are in a good mood to engage in the work. If you go too far, it may cause them to rebel, leading to failure.

Lin Muran isn't a heartless capitalist like Yan Yifan. She brought them out for some fresh air today, and whether or not they have to work depends on Bai Mengqing's willingness.

However, from his own perspective, this kind of good thing is quite rare.

"what?"

Yan Yifan wondered if he had misheard: "Drawing on the spot, and it's voluntary, you're not just making up an excuse to refuse, are you?"

He had only ever seen famous masters paint live on television before; those masters had decades of experience and were always well-prepared.

He glanced at Bai Mengqing, who was fighting with Xia Li over the phone, and was even more puzzled.

The other person looked to be only in their early twenties. No matter how talented they were, it was impossible to guarantee the quality of their work on the spot without prior appointment and preparation.

Unless Bai Mengqing is not from Earth, is there really anyone who can do this?

Seeing that Yan Yifan was determined to believe that he had deliberately refused, Lin Muran used the excuse of discussing it with Bai Mengqing to return to her seat first.

During this time, he also got two free lemon cola drinks, planning to let the spirit beasts be captivated by the happy water before explaining Yan Yifan's request.

"This is the soda?"

Bai Mengqing and Xia Li lowered their heads at the same time, placing their four paws on Lin Muran's left and right legs respectively, observing the brown liquid that was constantly bubbling.

Previously, when eating at McDonald's, Lin Muran would switch to lemon black tea or orange juice. She usually drank tea, so this was the first time she had ever seen soda.

If it weren't to counteract any negative emotions the spirit beast might experience, Lin Muran would never have resorted to this deadly move so easily.

"Why does it look like poison?"

Bai Mengqing tried to get closer to sniff, but her nose was splashed by the constantly exploding bubbles, and the dragon immediately covered her nose and moved backward.

"Lin Muran, this drink is attacking my nose!!!"

“Agreed,” said Dihou, indicating that his sunglasses had also been attacked. Xia Li also moved back in unison.

The soul of a refreshing drink lies in the popping sound when you open the cap, but unfortunately this is a coffee shop, not a convenience store, so that soul has been removed.

"The bubbles are the soul of the story."

Seeing the two spirit beasts so wary, Lin Muran could only set an example by gulping down his drink first. The cool, sweet and sour sensation went down his throat, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Iced cola is definitely more enjoyable to drink.

Bai Mengqing looked at Lin Muran's somewhat smug expression and then turned her gaze back to the last remaining glass of cola.

Is this stuff even better than iced tea?
She reached out to touch the cup, but instead of the expected cool and wet sensation, it felt smooth and soft, with only a slight coolness.

Looking up, I saw that Xia Li had also stretched out her little paws and was looking at me.

"Happy water doesn't sound like a good thing. You belong to the earth element, which doesn't match water. Let me bear this pain for you."

“No,” Emperor Roar said, having seen his master secretly drink it.

As Xia Li finished speaking, the accompaniment suddenly went off-key, but it quickly returned to its original tune.

"Then why were you so scared at the beginning?"

"It's just to prevent the sunglasses from making it impossible to see," Emperor Roar argued.

"Look! Your master!!"

Bai Mengqing suddenly pointed out the window and shouted, but Xia Li remained unmoved.

"Why don't you even glance at it?" Lin Muran asked.

"The water inside is too deep, brother, you can't handle it," Emperor Roar advised.

Xia Li's gaze remained fixed on the glass of cola, refusing to let go.

Her master is currently sitting on the stage, playing the piano with great difficulty; how could he possibly be outside the window?

Did Lin Muran drink this cola? Is it necessary to snatch it like this?
At this moment, Yan Yifan had to admit that he was too inexperienced; it was the first time he had ever seen two women fighting over a cup of cola.

"I'll give you a piece of chocolate, and you can have it."

Seeing that Xia Li wasn't buying it, Bai Mengqing had no choice but to use her last trump card—an advance on her allowance.

Her purpose in asking for the phone was to get pocket money from Lin Muran so she could buy some clothes or spicy snacks.

Unexpectedly, the first sum of money was spent on buying those awful black cubes.

"Ten yuan," Emperor Roar said, trying to bargain with you.

"5 yuan, that's the most I can offer."

"Deal made. Emperor Roar has decided to uphold traditional virtues and share the ingredients with the dinosaurs," he said.

Lin Muran wiped his sweat. The cheapest box of dark chocolate cost around 20 yuan, while a can of cola was only 2.5 yuan.

Poor Bai Mengqing was thus manipulated by Xia Li.

After seeing Xia Li retract her claws, Bai Mengqing, like a victor, moved the Coca-Cola in front of her, elegantly unwrapped the straw, put it in the cup, and took a big gulp of what Lin Muran called "happy water."

babble~
The white straw was filled with black liquid. Bai Mengqing, who had been smug, suddenly turned ashen-faced and quickly pulled over the empty glass that had just contained lemonade, vomiting it all out.

With a mournful face, she stuck out her pink tongue and sobbed to Lin Muran:
"Lin Moran, this...this sugary drink...it's affecting my tongue! Help! Help me!!"

This is no happy water at all. The first sip made my tongue swell with bubbles, and it hurt terribly.

Bai Mengqing really couldn't understand why mortals would call this thing "happy water." Did they have masochistic tendencies?!

Tea is still the best.
"Who told you to drink so much in one go?"

Lin Muran had no choice but to hand her untouched glass of lemonade to Bai Mengqing, and then drank almost 300 milliliters of it in one go before she could recover. As for the remaining cola, Xia Li had to do it for her.

In the end, this Emperor Roar got five chocolates and half a cup of cola from Bai Mengqing without saying a word.

It seems that it's not just bloodlines that are being restrained.

Lin Muran never expected that this dragon, who drinks seawater every day, would not be used to drinking sugary drinks. It seems that the backup plan will have to be implemented.

That means stating the issue first, and then observing the other party's reaction.

"Drawing a picture for the red milk dragon, here?"

Bai Mengqing squinted as she sipped the refreshing, sweet and sour orange juice that Lin Muran had ordered again. Her camouflage tail occasionally tousled her black hair, and she unconsciously rubbed against him, seemingly having emerged from the shadow of her sugary drink.

"That's right, but today was just a day to help you relax. Whether you accept or not is up to you."

"They call this 'overtime' on TV, right?"

"If you insist on saying it that way, then it's not wrong."

Judging from their current relationship, both spirit beasts are working for me. They're on vacation now, so having Bai Mengqing take on work is definitely considered overtime.

After receiving Lin Muran's affirmative answer, Bai Mengqing's expression instantly turned serious, her vertical pupils fixed on the other person.

"Lin Muran, this is a very serious problem!"

“Agreed. Di Hou also agreed, saying that this issue was very serious.” Xia Li patted Lin Muran’s thigh.

"Serious? What's wrong?" Lin Muran sensed that the atmosphere had suddenly become strange.

"The internet says that capitalists who force insane overtime work will eventually end up hanging from streetlights."

Bai Mengqing glanced at the streetlights outside: "If I answer it, Lin Muran, will you get hung up by the streetlights?"

"Even if the red milk dragon gets hung from a street lamp, I won't get hung up," Lin Muran said, sounding a little guilty.

To monsters and monster girls, monster experts are indeed heartless capitalists.

Fortunately, these two spirit beasts are not monster girls, so this exploitative relationship is naturally invalid.

He was simply helping his neighbor from the world of fantasy to familiarize himself with modern society.

"Oh, that's good. I thought you were going to be caught by the Milk Dragon and hung up a street lamp." Bai Mengqing breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

If Lin Muran gets hung up by a streetlight, who will cook for her and blow-dry her hair in the future?

The red milk dragon is so wicked!!!
"Big Brother has escaped death again," Di Hou chuckled to himself.

Xia Li swung her small feet, encased in white socks and leather shoes. Through her sunglasses, you could see her eyes were slightly narrowed; she was completely immersed in the bubbly sensation of the soda.

So, do you need my help?

"Hmm, are you drawing monster girls?"

If it were a painting like the one in the video, Bai Mengqing wasn't confident she could achieve that level of skill on the spot.

"No, this time I'll paint your best ink wash painting."

"Ink painting!" Bai Mengqing's pupils lit up for a moment upon hearing this, but she quickly hesitated and said:
"If I can paint outside, does that mean I can't use magic?"

If Lin Muran had arrived any later while painting at the cultural center, the dragon might have "come back to life" under the influence of magic.

However, Bai Mengqing cannot use magic while drawing, which is like not being able to pull her own tail when playing with a cat. It would make the drawing process quite awkward and less enjoyable.

The quality will naturally drop significantly.

"Actually, with your painting skills, there's no need for you to use magic at all," Lin Muran hinted.

“Agreed. Emperor Hou thought the spells on the ingredients were unnecessary.” Xia Li finished her cola and started drinking the iced coffee she had just ordered.

"Eh?" Bai Mengqing was taken aback when Xia Li said the same thing.

Well done, Xia Li, that's how you should say it.

Some things are more intimidating if said by Xia Li, Bai Mengqing's natural enemy, rather than by Lin Muran arguing with her.

[Reward: 5 yuan.]

Lin Muran felt as if someone had drawn two strokes on her back with a brush, and she knew who the culprit was, so she moved her gaze to Xia Li on the other side.

At this moment, Dihou was expressionlessly sipping his iced Americano, looking completely indifferent to the situation.

Lin Muran secretly used the water droplets on the cup to draw a number 10.

I'll put in 10 coins, you continue playing.

【15】

No, your spirit beast is taking advantage of the chaos.

Lin Muran thought for a moment, since a box of dark chocolate cost more than 20 yuan anyway, and gritted his teeth and drew a 1 on the table to indicate the deal.

【receive】

"But... without the aid of magic, what if we draw it wrong? Won't the red milk dragon cause us trouble?"

Bai Mengqing was still a little uneasy about the requirement of hand-drawing on the spot, on such a large scale, and not being able to use magic.

She had absolutely no prior experience with this.

Lin Muran understood Bai Mengqing's mindset. At the beginning at the cultural center, she didn't have this awareness at all, so she could perfectly show her memory even without using magic. But now that she has to consciously control it, she inevitably feels pressured.

He nudged Xia Li's calf with his thigh, indicating that he could fire freely.

"It seems they have absolutely no idea about ingredients. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Emperor Roar said with a laugh. Xia Li finished speaking and then sighed in a monotone tone.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

"Winning a magical duel is called a minor victory, but winning without using magic is a crushing defeat," Emperor Roar said, feigning profundity.

"A narrow victory? A crushing defeat?" Bai Mengqing was completely confused by Xia Li's words.

"The red milk dragon was just questioning the ingredients' painting skills. If the commission can be completed without magic, and he can be humiliated and become arrogant, then he will never be able to hold his head up in front of the ingredients for the rest of his life," Emperor Roar said with exasperation.

After Xia Li finished speaking, she took a sip of her iced Americano and shuddered.

So there was another layer of meaning to it?
From this perspective, it truly seems like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Bai Mengqing turned to look at Lin Muran. Xia Li had fooled her too many times before, so to avoid being fooled, she needed to find someone loyal to her to verify this time.

"Is what Xia Li said true?"

"Yes."

Lin Muran nodded, and seeing that the dragon still looked skeptical, he added:
"True strength lies in the ability to control things. Also, the red milk dragon did question your drawing skills just now."

True strength lies in the ability to control.
She had never considered what level she could reach if she didn't use any magic to transform the ethereal into the real, relying solely on her ink and hand-drawing skills.

Of course, these are all secondary.

Most importantly, how dare this mere red-haired dragon look down on the dragon race?!

A roar can be killed, but a dragon cannot be humiliated!
Bai Mengqing suddenly slammed her hand on the table and stood up, pointing at Yan Yifan who was still watching the show: "Red Milk Dragon, you'd better wait until you collect the corpse of your canvas."

Lin Muran:???

Yan Yifan: ???

(End of this chapter)