After finally managing to escape from the infirmary, Mo Wang’s ordeal showed no signs of letting up.
At this moment, he was sitting alone in the Hyperion’s captain’s office, holding a steaming cup of freshly brewed instant noodles while handling official paperwork.
How should he put it?
The boomerang he once threw had finally come back to hit him in the head.
Mihoyo-style boomerangs—not only do others’ come back, but his own did too.
He had previously mocked his past self in the chicken coop for having to work miserably until the dead of night before resting, and now here he was, already buried in paperwork.
“Holding a bowl of braised beef noodles, not a single sausage in sight.” Mo Wang slurped a mouthful of noodles.
All he could say was, braised beef noodles—still the same flavor!
“Knock, knock, knock!” Just as Mo Wang was thinking about whether to take a nap after finishing his noodles before getting back to work, the office door was suddenly knocked on.
“Who is it?
Wait, it’s not that Kiana girl again, is it?” Mo Wang furrowed his brow and instinctively tucked all his snacks back under his desk.
Last time, that little golden rat had stolen a huge pile of his snacks, and it had broken his heart.
This time, no matter what, he wasn’t going to let that golden rat come mooching off him again.
But when Mo Wang opened the door, he was surprised to find that the person standing there wasn’t the white-haired ball of fluff at all.
Instead, it was gray twin drills outside.
“Bronya?
What are you doing here?” Mo Wang scratched his head.
Last time the white-haired ball of fluff came, fine, but what was this Bronya here for?
Mo Wang looked at the Bronya before him.
She was wearing a bright yellow Houmu pajama set, the edges slightly curled up, looking a bit loose on her slender frame, as if it might slip off at any moment.
In her arms, she held a matching Houmu plush toy, which looked exceptionally small in her tiny arms.
Against the backdrop of the night, Bronya’s figure appeared especially frail.
There was no expression on her face, but her cheeks, flushed red from the cold wind, gave off an unintentional cuteness.
Her nose was slightly upturned, small and delicate, and as the cold wind hit, a tiny bit of snot hung from the tip of her nose, like a little ice bead in winter, adding a touch of liveliness to her doll-like face.
Mo Wang couldn’t understand it at all.
Bronya was a top-tier Russian who could play special forces infiltration in places like Siberia.
Why was she getting snot from the cold today?
And this time, Mo Wang was stunned.
He turned to look at the desk behind him.
Sure, he did want to slack off, but this wasn’t right, was it?
Since when had his office become a game room for Valkyries?
“Fine, come on in first.” After thinking it over and failing to figure out why Bronya would come to him to play games, Mo Wang looked at Bronya’s face, red from the cold, and ultimately let her in first.
Bronya walked in without any ceremony.
She immediately went to the sofa, pulled out the game console Mo Wang had hidden, along with another batch of snacks.
She deftly turned on the console, tore open a bag of potato chips, and logged into Mo Wang’s account while munching.
“Mo Wang, you’ve been slacking lately.
You’ve only reached the third level in Honkai Domain, and you haven’t even gotten platinum in Valkyrie Apocalypse…” Bronya scrolled through the game data, severely condemning the fact that Mo Wang hadn’t been pursuing his gaming career recently.
“Can’t help it.
Who told me I got stuck with this kind of situation?” Mo Wang pointed helplessly at the stack of documents on the table, nearly half his height.
“Just dealing with this pile is already burning me out.” “By the way, more than a third of these documents are caused by you girls.”
Hearing Mo Wang’s words, Bronya showed no sign of embarrassment on her face.
Or rather, even if she was embarrassed, Mo Wang couldn’t tell anyway.
“Bronya also has a lot of homework to do.
But Bronya never misses any game events.
This only shows that Mo Wang isn’t devout enough to the god of gaming.
You’ve betrayed gaming.” Bronya said flatly to Mo Wang.
“You don’t miss them?
It’s obviously Project Bunny doing it for you!” Mo Wang couldn’t help but complain.
Poor Project Bunny.
At St.
Freya, it had to do Bronya’s homework, help with combat, and sometimes even tidy up Bronya’s messy room.
Later on, it not only served as transportation but also had to handle various company affairs.
It was practically the beast of burden among beasts of burden.
Even after becoming an Armed Doll, it never got a day of rest.
To that, Mo Wang could only say, Lady Seele, far away in the Sea of Quanta!
Please get him one too!
But Mo Wang figured that Seele was probably still playing with her other self right now and most likely couldn’t hear his prayers.
Even if she did hear them, she probably couldn’t conjure up another Project Bunny, so he might as well drop it.
Next time he could ask ZZZ to send over a couple of Bangboos instead.
They were rabbits anyway, so it shouldn’t matter much.
By now, Bronya had entered the game and was blazing through levels at an astonishing speed.
Levels and bosses that had stumped Mo Wang for days—things he considered utterly inhuman—were being speedrun by Bronya in just a few minutes.
Sometimes Bronya even held the controller with one hand while sipping cola with the other, looking completely effortless, which made Mo Wang feel like he was a total gaming failure.
“Indeed, what the pros say is true—gaming requires talent.
Not a word of it is false.” After watching Bronya clear a level in minutes and even start on hell difficulty, Mo Wang, feeling thoroughly crushed, decided to just deal with some paperwork instead.
He sat back at his desk.
The noodles he’d only taken one bite of earlier were now completely cold.
Good thing the office had heating; otherwise, given today’s outdoor temperature, they might have frozen into a solid block.
Mo Wang tossed the noodles into the trash can with disdain and picked up a document to work on.
But just as he put pen to paper, he suddenly felt a gaze fixed directly on him.
“What’s going on?” Confused, Mo Wang looked up and found that Bronya had even stopped playing games and was staring straight at him.
Mo Wang’s heart skipped a beat.
No way?!
Bronya too?
So now this place isn’t just your game room, it’s a therapy room too, huh!
Should I go get a couch for you?!
Already beyond words, Mo Wang felt like he was about to crack.
At this rate, when would he ever finish this pile of paperwork?
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