I am weak and friendly

Chapter 251 Stoka's Scheme to Sell Out His Clan
That night, a violent storm raged.

Tang Yiping was sleeping soundly in his own bed.

The rolling thunder and the torrential rain pounding against the window became his best lullaby; even the occasional clap of thunder nearby failed to wake him from his sleep.

He lay on the blue bear's bed sheet and had a dream in which a ball of light fell from the sky and landed on him. Then he suddenly transformed into a superhero, scaling walls and leaping across rooftops as if walking on flat ground.

Just as he climbed up the Qihang Building with his bare hands and roared at the sky like King Kong, he accidentally saw his reflection in the glass curtain wall of the Qihang Building and found that he had become Lola. Then... he woke up in fright.

Sitting on the bed, Tang Yiping was stunned for a long time before he finally snapped out of the dream, feeling both amused and exasperated.

What a strange dream!

How could I possibly become Lola...?

That guy who's always starving and fighting over poop...

Tang Yiping glanced at his phone; it was already past 5 a.m., but the rain outside the window hadn't stopped.

Tang Yiping looked down from the window and saw that the whole world had turned into a vast expanse of water. Apart from a few cars passing by, there were almost no pedestrians.

Let me sleep a little longer.

The wind is strong and the rain is heavy; it's perfect for sleeping.

Lying back on his bear-patterned blanket, Tang Yiping turned over, feeling a weakness in his legs as he tried to move them, and then he recalled his dream.

Looking back now, the dream felt incredibly real. He could feel himself moving like the wind between the eaves and houses, lightly touching the wall and "flying" onto it. Then, seemingly without much effort, he was on the roof.

He could feel the speed, the sensation of everything rushing backward, the wind blowing on his face, and the feeling that his legs possessed boundless power.

It felt as if I had actually experienced this feeling in some place.

Hmm... Could it be that in the middle of the night, Stoka gave me a surprise and secretly bought the props for me?
Tang Yiping stood up and walked forward.

Having reached the fourth step, he felt a strong urge to take one more step.

I can!
But ultimately, it couldn't support the pillar and fell to the ground as it took the next step.

Tsk, I was just dreaming all along.

And it was just a daydream.

How did that penniless stoker manage to secretly buy himself props?
Moreover, I have no money right now, nor do I have a "safe place to live" that I can use as a mailing address.

Tang Yiping pitifully got up from the floor, crawled back to bed, lay down on his bear-patterned sheets, and closed his eyes.

He has some insomnia.

Hmm, a lot of things are going through my head.

So he sat up, intending to check if there were any PRs (public relations requests) that needed to be processed for his several open-source software projects.

I opened the interface of a certain HUB, glanced at it, and couldn't help but yawn.

Then... I went back to bed, fell asleep immediately, and slept soundly until dawn.

Unfortunately, I didn't dream of scaling walls and rooftops this time.

When he woke up again, the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

The torrential rain of the night has passed.

After Tang Yiping finished washing up, he asked Stoka:
"Stoka, when are we going to be able to buy that item? I can't wait to be able to fly over walls! How much does that item cost? If you and Lagrange exchange for survival points together, how long will it take?"

"Woo-chio-chio-ao-wu-ao-wu".

Tang Yiping: "???"

what did you say?
Don't be in a hurry?
if only?

Five years?

Tang Yiping no longer needs "Di Ting" to help him translate Stoka's words; he can now communicate with Stoka normally and freely.

After all, he had studied the "weakness" of the Stokkas, namely, the "asymmetric semantic heterogeneity." Although most of the language in the "asymmetric semantic heterogeneity" is the language of the Stokka race, Tang Yiping could not understand or interpret it. This would cause Tang Yiping's brain to be overburdened, and he might even fall into a coma.

However, Tang Yiping can now use the "dog language," or rather, "Stoka dog language," part of it freely.

However, he didn't quite catch exactly what Stoka meant by "a few years" for a moment.

Or perhaps, in Stoka's tone.

Tang Yiping began to ponder whether he had expressed himself incorrectly, leading Stoka to believe that "five years" was a very short time.

Wait, Lola seems to think this is a very short time as well, so...

"Stoka, how old are you?" "Woo-hoo-hoo..."

Tang Yiping: "???"

How many tens of thousands?
Did Stoka just say 10,000?

This time he still didn't hear clearly, only knowing that there were many tens of thousands.

This gave him a very absurd feeling.

I don't know how many Lolas over five hundred years old, or how many Stocas over ten thousand years old.

In comparison, humans are truly fragile and short-lived creatures.

Okay, compared to tens of thousands of years, five years is indeed not a long time, but...

I don't even know if I'll live to be 25.

Tang Yiping felt he couldn't wait any longer.

If you're really going to die, ask Stoka if he has any medicine that will keep you from dying. Even turning into a giant squid or a subway security scanner is better than dying.

Tang Yiping pondered for a few seconds.

I think it might be better to die.

People can't live without dignity like this!
Tang Yiping, you must make something of yourself!

We really need to find a way to reduce the time.

"What if we get Lola and Lux ​​to help?" Tang Yiping asked.

"Ouch..."

Stoka looked at Tang Yiping with an expression that suggested he was looking at an idiot.

you still need to ask?

It would take two people five years, so it would take four people two and a half years!
Two and a half years, a familiar length of time.

But Tang Yiping felt he couldn't wait two and a half years.

How can we continue to increase the speed?
Hmm...maybe...

"Stoka, do your other companions plan to learn [Ox and Horse] or [Offering]?"

Tang Yiping asked.

At this moment, Tang Yiping had made his decision.

He wants to open a sweatshop money laundering factory, launder all the [Dust of Solitude] he has into survival points, and then buy, buy, buy!
"Huh?" Stoka looked completely bewildered.

Then it tilted its head.

Well……

It doesn't seem like it's impossible.

The man and the dog started whispering and discussing something.

Soon, a grand plan for Stoca to "sell out his clan" was formed.

Tang Yiping's plan was simple. Although the passage between the two worlds was now closed, making it difficult to rent good "cyborgs" and for "cyborgs" to come over, there was still Stoka as a transit point and so many vending machines, right?
They could easily rent any random prosthetic body they wanted—a dog, a cat, a cockroach, a mosquito, anything that could come to Earth. Then, using the Stokka as a transit point, they could use the vending machine as a temporary prosthetic body.

If every vending machine had a Lagrange, wouldn't there be countless people to help Tang Yiping convert the Dust of Primordial Silence?

Tang Yiping felt that the plan worked!
With great enthusiasm, they left home for Qihang Building.

As Tang Yiping passed by the vending machine downstairs, he saw several people filming a video nearby.

Wow, all the internet celebrities have come here.

With that thought in mind, Tang Yiping quickly took Stoka a detour to get away from the internet celebrity.

But after taking a few steps, he turned back, and then...

Hey, wait.

What are online celebrities doing filming videos in front of vending machines?
Tang Yiping sensed something was wrong.

　I spent some time organizing the upcoming plot, so this update is only 2K words. The next update will be later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)