Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

Pado looked away, somewhat sullen.

“I’ve known Wawa longer than any of you. Last year, he would sweetly call me ‘Sister Kitty.’ Although he says he’s grown up and won’t call me that anymore this year, my feelings for Wawa are far greater than those of you lustful little hussies!”

Desdovia exclaimed in horror, "No way! You're the doll's favorite cat! How could you have such inappropriate feelings for your little master!"

"I'm his sister, not his cat! Say that again and I'll beat you up!"

“But even so, our interests are still aligned, right?” Desdovia stroked her golden hair and raised her head, saying, “Since you also like dolls, then…”

"I'm not signing up as a volunteer."

"You really do have inside connections!"

The group started arguing again, and Desmond Sighed deeply, feeling utterly dejected.

"I heard that nowadays, every doll's open day is for two or three people to team up?" Since they couldn't get through to Pado, the girls could only try other topics.

"Why is it described like you're playing a dungeon?"

"I don't care. We shower together all the time, and the proportion of lesbians in the Fire Chaser Base is so high, yet no one seems shy. Even if we do *that* together... it doesn't matter."

"I... um, I'm a bit shy, is it okay if I go alone?"

Pado glanced at the young girl, who had probably only recently joined the Firemoth's female community; her mind was still quite innocent, and her thoughts were rather naive.

She couldn't help but chuckle.

The young-looking girl looked at Pado in a panic. Although Pado wasn't very strong, she had been in the Fire Chaser Base for quite some time and could be considered one of the original fusion warriors. She was a veteran and a seasoned pro. The girl became wary as soon as Pado smiled.

Pado waved her hand and turned her face to the side.

She was indeed mocking some inexperienced young people for overestimating themselves. After all, Eden and Alicia were among the most powerful fusion warriors in the base, battle-hardened and incomparably strong.

Even fusion warriors of this level could barely withstand it!

According to the nine people in the small group behind him, the boy spent the first five hours of the fifteen hours learning meticulously through video materials and personal guidance. Because it was knowledge he had never encountered in the past three years, the boy struggled to learn and was quite clumsy. Eden had to explain many things to him with a blush, making it just as boring as a private tutoring session. Alicia even fell asleep with her pillow in the middle of it.

For the next ten hours, the two older sisters regretted every minute of every day why they had taught so carefully.

Heh, heh, da.

Shy? You still dare to be shy?

The reason the Infinite Experimentation Lab has this strict requirement is not to exploit or bully the children, but to ensure that you don't come out with your brains fried! Can't you appreciate our good intentions?

At this point, the conversation turned to Desdovia. Desdovia was quite popular among the young girls. She was very capable, frequently went on missions, and had a good relationship with the veterans.

For example, she is good friends with Paddo, and also with Kosmo, one of the original Fusion Warriors; in fact, she herself was among the earliest Fusion Warriors. Fire Chaser Base is, after all, a military base, where seniority is very important, and Desdobia likes to mentor newcomers, so over time, small cliques formed.

"But isn't it a bit inappropriate for Dobiya to be so obsessed with dolls?" a girl chatted casually.

"What do you mean by 'not good'?" Daisy Dobia didn't think too much about it.

"That guy... the one you've been getting really close to... Kosmo, you know."

The girls weren't so taboo when they were together. Unlike the so-called best friends and classmates who schemed against each other outside, girls in the military were easily ostracized if they couldn't keep secrets. The consequence of being ostracized was being transferred to another unit, which meant starting all interpersonal relationships all over again. In the military, interpersonal relationships were often more important than ability, and no one wanted to be without anyone to team up with when they went on a mission.

Therefore, some private, or even somewhat inconvenient, topics can be discussed freely among the female friends in the military.

“Kosmo?” Desdovia’s eyes flickered for a moment before she lowered her head. “Well… I’m not really after the doll, I just think it’s incredibly cute. Everyone has a natural inclination to interact with cute things, right? It’s not like I have to pursue anything…”

Pado whispered, "Contact? Is there any contact at this distance?"

"Yeah, Dobia is taking her good fortune for granted. Isn't Kosmo handsome?" another girl chimed in. "If you didn't like handsome adult men three years ago and were into younger guys, that would be one thing. But after the super-transformation surgery, Kosmo has returned to his seventeen-year-old appearance. He could barely be considered half a young boy, right?"

Pado Yile.

Kosmo is indeed half a young boy, or rather, a pure teenager.

The transformation surgery made him a few years younger, and even his height decreased to about 1.6 meters. Now he even looks like Desmondia's younger brother, which made him, who was already not talkative, even more so.

Despite his youth, Kosmo was one of the first fusion warriors of the Firemoth. He was powerful, serious, and even handsome. Theoretically, he was the object of many girls' affections in the base.

However, Desdovia merely frowned, somewhat displeased, and said, "I'm not a shota-con."

"Whether you have a boyfriend or not, people with boyfriends shouldn't get involved," Pado pinched her cheek. "Take a good look at your own boyfriend."

“But he’s not my boyfriend yet,” Desdobia shrugged. “Even you can see we’re getting close, but he still hasn’t mustered the courage to confess to me.”

"Isn't it?"

"Kosmo looks like someone you don't want to mess with. I always thought he was the kind of domineering, possessive, and gloomy man. How come he still hasn't won you over?"

"Then Dobia, why don't you take the initiative and win him over!"

When it comes to love, every girl is a master strategist.

“No…” Desdobia pouted, giving a helpless smile, “I’m not even sure if he likes me or not.”

"How could he not like you? He carries that harmonica you gave him with him everywhere he goes. I've even seen him practicing alone on the rooftop occasionally," the strategist shouted.

"Yeah, if he didn't like you, what boy would be so proactive in training an instrument that's practically meaningless, even though, to be honest, he plays it pretty badly."

“But that’s not evidence. Maybe it’s just something I put on myself.” Desdobia hugged Paddo’s tail and snuggled close to her. “I’ve tested it.”

test?

The strategists looked at each other in bewilderment.

She opened the bottle, poured the wine, and took a sip of the strong brandy, her eyes dimming.

"Do you think I didn't try to talk to that guy indirectly? Do you think I signed up as a volunteer? I did it on purpose."

She said with a hint of anger, "I specially made an application, and then took it to Kosmo. It was one o'clock in the morning. I specially wore a beautiful dress, changed into stockings and stilettos, and even changed my underwear to a matching set. You can imagine how tempting it was. I almost had to muster up all my courage to go!"

The girls all perked up their ears.

"When we got to Kosmo's dorm, we chatted for a while, and then I deliberately revealed the open plan about the dolls."

"Hey! How dare you let the boy know about this!" Someone immediately slammed their hand on the table.

The open experiment regarding Eve's genetic survival was essentially known only to the female fusion warriors and a few researchers; it was a highly confidential experiment. The reason was simple: if this kind of experiment were exposed, it would be impossible to continue. It's easy to imagine that if these lovely female fusion warriors were to date or marry in the future, their potential partners would be deterred by the memory of that beloved, black-haired, red-eyed young man from the base…

Although people's views are not conservative, the feeling that "my girlfriend had an ex-boyfriend" gives to men is completely different from "my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend is right next to me and he is very close to my girlfriend"!

Therefore, some experiments cannot be made public, and Desdovia has violated the confidentiality regulations!

Chapter Thirty-Two: In seven months, baby, you'll have a little sister!

“Let’s not worry about breaking the rules for now. You all know Kosmo’s personality. First, he doesn’t have many friends, and second, he’s more discerning than any of us when it comes to what he should and shouldn’t say,” Desdobia whispered. “I think the chances of us being too talkative and letting things slip are much higher than Kosmo’s…”

“You’re not just a possibility, you’ve already leaked it,” Pado said sinisterly.

"That's not the point, Dobia, please continue." The other gossipy girls quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic, "What were the consequences of going in a full-on 'man-slaying' outfit?"

"later?"

Desdovia drank glass after glass, her pretty face flushed with intoxication; she was already on her third bottle. She hadn't really wanted to share the details of her disappointment with everyone, but now the alcohol and anger surged within her.

“I talked to him until late at night, and then I went to take a shower. Before I took a shower, I made sure to open my bag, and the volunteer application form for the doll's gene survival experiment was sticking out of the bag. It was very obvious, so obvious that he could see it no matter what.” Desdobia shrugged. “Then I borrowed his bathroom to take a shower.”

"In the middle of the night, you were taking a shower in Kosmo's dormitory, in his bathroom?" Pado was stunned by the ambiguity in her words.

Even the other girls gasped. Although Desdovia had always been the bold one, and everyone could see the subtle affection between her and Kosmo, her initiative to this extent still seemed bizarre to them.

"Anyone should know how obvious a hint a girl is giving when she goes this far, right?" the blonde girl laughed self-deprecatingly. "Actually, I didn't even close the door."

"Wow."

“I’ll wait until he finds that application. I believe that no man, no one, can accept such a provocation, such a humiliating provocation. If Kosmo had even the slightest possessiveness towards me, even the slightest affection for me… I believe he would be furious.”

As Paddo listened to Desdobia's silent lament, she knew the story wouldn't end well. A pang of empathy and sadness gripped her, like watching a flower slowly wither away.

“I’m waiting for him to burst through my door in a fit of rage, demanding to know why I did this. I even anticipate him losing his temper and pinning me down in the bathtub or something… If Kosmo does that, he’ll have fallen into my trap. Once I’ve completely subdued him, I’ll tell him it was all a scheme designed to provoke him into doing it himself…”

Desdobia tilted her head up. "But in the end, he never even knocked."

The girls fell silent, listening to the disappointment and sorrow in Dobiya's voice, and a bitter feeling welled up inside them.

Although there are mostly girls in the Fire Chasing Base, in romantic relationships, it is usually the men who take the initiative to pursue the women, while the women remain reserved. Through this process of getting to know each other, they eventually achieve a happy ending.

Desdovia was already enthusiastic and proactive enough; she was truly more open than most young, reserved girls. But a girl's initiative has its limits. Everyone wants to be a pampered princess, but this isn't about princess syndrome or arrogance; it's just that repeatedly abandoning one's dignity can ultimately lead to despair.

"But maybe Kosmo didn't even see your application. He was outside listening to the sound of your shower, blushing and his heart pounding, and he didn't even notice your bag?" someone tried to salvage the situation.

"That's what I thought too. Although I was a little disappointed, I still changed into a nightgown in the bathroom. You know, the kind of slip dress that looks like it's for home but is actually very alluring. I let my hair down and pretended to go out casually."

She paused.

"Then I saw him looking at the application form very calmly."

Desdobia laughed out loud, "It's that application form I submitted to have my genes matched with the doll."

The girls fell completely silent.

"I pretended to panic and snatched the application form away, expecting him to angrily question me. But he just nodded quietly, as usual, and said, 'Take care of your health.' Can you believe it? Seeing that kind of document, a man could still rationally and even gently say 'Take care of your health'! I couldn't accept it, but I couldn't break down first. I could only pretend nothing had happened and ask him what he thought of this kind of experiment. He finally fell silent. I thought he had finally been provoked to the point of no return, but unexpectedly, he turned his head away, not daring to look at me, and said:"

"Good luck, and I wish you every success."

She had already finished her fifth bottle. At this point, the girls surrounding her finally understood her frustration and pain.

Desdovia recalled her embarrassment that day. It was her birthday, and she had prepared herself to give herself to him on her birthday, so that every anniversary of their relationship could be celebrated alongside her birthday. But perhaps... it was just wishful thinking on her part?

Actually, she had drunk a lot of alcohol that night to muster up the courage to finally ask Kosmos, almost frankly, whether he felt even a little bit of jealousy or anger towards Eve, who was about to have her.

But after hesitating for a long time, Kosmo just whispered something about how he liked children, and of course Eve, and said something that no one could understand: every young child represents that the world has not yet completely lost hope in humanity!