Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

Pam was stunned. This guy would actually admit he was wrong?

What's wrong?

"Unfortunately, I tried my best, but I still kicked the bucket."

Pam: ? ? ?

"But fortunately, good people are always blessed, and I saw that the advertisement has been revived."

"So, is it still safe outside?"

Seeing Pam's timid appearance, Hua Wu comforted him, "It's safe. The ad will be extended by 15 seconds, the reward will be doubled, and the whole of Asdna will come alive."

"So...you're here to pick me up..."

"Yes, I found a new passenger. Next time we encounter this situation, we won't have to run away in such a mess."

Pam: ? ? ?

"Who did you contact, Pam?" Pam had a bad feeling, a feeling that was incredibly...familiar?

"Hi, we meet again." Xi Qin jumped out from behind Hua Wu. Pam almost closed his eyes and collapsed on the spot.

"Hua Wu, are you serious?"

"I know that no amount of words can adequately express my feelings. Let's just watch the video—"

A cone of light appeared before Pam's eyes, engraved with endless flames and an incalculable number of legionary weapons.

"What...what is this? This really happened..." Pam was so frightened she couldn't even finish the word "Pam".

"Well, to put it simply, Xiqin burned all her possessions related to destruction. Oh, and she burned her codename, Xingxiao, along with them. She destroyed her past self, and now she has a lofty ideal—to gouge out Nanuk's eyes."

Pam: ......

Pam was stunned; this was something that had never happened before. They were trying to reform her so easily, leaving her completely bewildered and unsure how to proceed.

There's an old saying on trains: "When in doubt, vote."

"How about we wait for the other passengers to come back and vote?"

Subspace, Floor 11041—Man! 8 Helicopters

"We're in a raid, what are you doing?"

"I'm stealing their house."

Qiong stared at the resurrection countdown, her mournful eyes fixed on Xing. "You, the main damage dealer, are going to backdoor? What am I supposed to do?"

Xing detonated the crystal twice, followed by a Dust Release: Mother's Separation Technique. "What are you playing? Play on your phone. If you're bad, practice more. If you like breaking defenses, don't play. Look at Liu Ying, she's never died, and she can still get 11 points and 0 kills. You, a 4-18 loser, shut up!"

"Hey, do you think your 5-bar 15 is any good?"

"You're right, but I was the one who detonated the crystal. I planned to give up, you just threw it away. Like I said, if you're bad at practicing, you'll lose."

"Amiros!"

"If you're weak, practice. If you're bad, don't play around."

Portio couldn't take it anymore. These two were inhuman! And that firefly was just sitting there, playing with these two.

He'd been fighting here for half an hour. He'd tried to wake the nameless man from his slumber, but to no avail. He was completely unresponsive, except for breathing; he was as good as dead.

Chapter 308 The General's Parenting Methods

Pinocone —

"Waiting is a very frustrating thing. It's especially troublesome before the results come out."

"You have so little patience? To be honest, it doesn't matter whether you show up or not. You're always elusive; if you don't show yourself, who will know?"

“You know I’ve never had much patience in these areas. So why should I hide?”

"Then I'll try to resolve the issue within three minutes. And also, please try not to send anyone else into space."

Subspace, Floor 11041—Man! 8 Helicopter

"Useless, another 2-17. If you're bad, you need to practice more."

"The legendary jungler with a 1-8 record, are you having a midnight snack in the jungle?"

"Why don't you two..."

"Firefly, this is none of your business. This is between her and me."

"Come on, solo it! You're trash."

"King of Late Night Snacks, do you think I wouldn't dare? Come on, I'll beat you back the late-night snacks you ate in the last game!"

Potio sees no future in pioneering; what are these two things?

Unbearable, no need to endure.

At that moment, he felt as if a raging wind had taken hold of him. "You son of a bitch, I've put up with you two for far too long! If you keep this up, I'll send you flying!"

"Playing with trivial things is a waste of time. What would your friends think if they knew you were arguing about this? I really don't understand how you two even got on this train..."

Xing looked blank. "You can get on too. I remember the train is set up so anyone can get on."

Qiong nodded, "Indeed, it seems like it was just thrown in randomly."

Portio was lost in memories of how that damn bullet had almost blown him out of the game.

“This cannot be an excuse for you two to waste your lives on trivial pursuits.”

Xing: "We just want them to get some rest."

Qiong: "Yes, after going through all this, I'm mentally exhausted. It's time to relax."

Potio took a deep breath, watching the focused expressions on their eyes and the blurry movements as they swiped their phones. He felt utterly powerless.

"Why don't you two stop what you're doing before you talk?"

Qiong resolutely refused, "No, what if I stop but she doesn't? What if she ambushes me and kills me?"

The same applies to Xing. "Exactly, if I stop and he doesn't, won't we get beaten up? Won't we be wiped out? If we're wiped out, we'll fall behind, and if we fall behind, we'll continue to get beaten up."

Hearing this infuriating argument, Potio was about to explode with anger. "Gods—I can't take it anymore! By the Emperor's Bow, I will declare my will with my guns!"

"boom--"

"Bam—"

"boom--"

"Bam—"

Four sounds: two gunshots and two cell phone explosions.

The two siblings, both addicted to the internet, confessed on the spot.

"Quack—my holy sword—! Ah—! Holy sword—tooth—!"

"What are you doing? Ugh—you're so annoying—!"

As soon as Hua Wu entered, he saw the two kneeling on the ground, yelling like ghosts. "What... are you doing? Practicing your mourning in advance?"

Xing pointed at Portio and started complaining, "Brother, he bullied me, he smashed my phone."

"Are you sure you didn't do anything else? Like... that head next to March 7th..." Hua Wu looked at the star-shaped head and had a strange feeling. Should he stop making up suicide-themed plots?

"Um...that's a performance prop..."

Hua Wu swept the gray hair on the ground with his foot. "What's that hair on the ground? You probably got shot because you upset Potio."

Xing immediately rejected the idea. How could that be scary? No blood was even spurting, how could it be scary? "Uh...it's not related to that. I was playing a game..."

"Duang—"

High-end parenting is this simple and unpretentious.

Hua Wu glanced at the broken pieces of the phone on the ground, then fixed his gaze on Qiong. "Oh, and you too. She can't possibly play a team game alone, can she?"

"Phew... I said I didn't fire, the bullet just ricocheted and my phone accidentally broke..."

Xing immediately retorted, "Bullshit! He's just a useless 2-bar 17, the one who's best at giving things away!"

"Duang—"

And so, the two of them, each with a bump on their head, held their repaired phones.

Portio exclaimed, "No wonder they're the tigers of the league; the bumps they punch are all the same size. Their control over force is terrifying. 'General Monsoon, your teaching methods...'"

Hua Wu didn't care at all. "It's just a bag. Jing Yuan and I beat our apprentices even harder."

Potio: This parenting style is simply amazing.

Xing and Qiong walked to the back of the cabin on their own, then squatted down and drew circles on the ground.

"The abundant healing didn't help at all, my head hurts so much..."

"Even my belief in preservation is fragile, and my head hurts so much..."

Firefly squatted down next to Qiong and asked, "Do you need me to blow on it for you?"

Xing watched this scene and tried to remove her own head, but she couldn't do it at all. "Even if I wanted to replace my head, I couldn't; I simply couldn't cut it."

She lost hope and could only pray that the bump on her head would go numb soon and stop stimulating her nerves.

Hua Wu clapped his hands, and the train crew sleeping on the ground woke up.

"Everyone, wake up. I have something I need to request."

......

(Did you know? Today marks the fifth anniversary of the Great Depression crash. Kids, I've come up with a somewhat abstract mechanic. What if a character's finishing move wiped out the entire team's energy?)

Xi Qin o Xing Xiao — Hurricane suddenly darkens

Life: 824

Attack: 520

Defense: 1314

Speed: 130