God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 71 - 22. Help, the matchmaking market is drafting strong men_3

Chapter 71: 22. Help, the matchmaking market is drafting strong men_3

Tong Yingying sighed looking at Yan Huan in front of her, and said,

"If only I could be so heartless. After all, they’re my parents. I’ve been studying here since high school, and they’ve been farming back in my hometown to support me. No matter what..."

But as she spoke, she couldn’t help getting a bit angry,

"But every single day, it’s driving me nuts. They always force me between these extreme choices, either I hurt myself or I hurt them. What’s the point?"

"Don’t rush, there’s a better way, Sister Tong."

"Mmm-hmm, let’s hear it..."

Yan Huan raised an index finger and asked,

"Sister Tong, have you ever thought about why they’re always pushing you to get married?"

"What else could it be? Old-fashioned thinking..."

"Mm, that might be part of it... but I think there’s another reason: it’s because you worry them too much. They hope there will be someone to take care of you."

"No way, did you get brainwashed by them too?"

Tong Yingying looked at Yan Huan with a skeptical look, as if she thought Yan Huan was possessed by her mother.

"...Sister Tong, your brain? Think, think."

If it weren’t for the fact that she was holding a stun gun, Yan Huan really wanted to see what her brain looked like when she was drunk,

"Look at you, staying up all night, drinking, smoking, never answering or returning calls during the day, anyone can tell your lifestyle is a total mess..."

"..."

"And on the rare occasion that you do answer your video calls at night, you look like a Qing Dynasty corpse, lacking any vitality. People who don’t know better might think Lin Gate has some bad feng shui that produces zombies."

"..."

"Even before they started nagging you to get married, I’ve heard them talking about this countless times... So, I think your parents just can’t think of any other way and believe getting married might change some of your bad habits."

Yan Huan looked at the stunned Tong Yingying and finally said,

"So the best strategy is to quit smoking, quit drinking, adjust your schedule, get out more, don’t stay cooped up in this coffin of yours all the time. Let your parents see a change, and maybe they won’t nag you as much."

Tong Yingying blinked, just about to say something, then suddenly remembered Yan Huan had always been doing this.

Every time she made a move to smoke, he’d promptly cut her off.

Every time she was about to drink, he’d speak up to stop her.

Not gonna lie, since Yan Huan started working here this year, she really did smoke and drink less, significantly better than a year ago... although still a lot worse than a normal person.

No wonder her parents thought so.

But why had Yan Huan been so active in getting her to quit smoking and drinking for the past year?

Could it be... he likes me?

With this thought, Tong Yingying was taken aback, her gaze flickered for a moment, and she asked,

"So, why have you been advising me to quit smoking and drinking all year?"

She asked bluntly, but hesitated mid-sentence.

"Oh, that...?"

However, Yan Huan didn’t seem to catch the implication, he just smiled slightly, and said with a sunny face,

"Because I don’t like the smell of smoke, after all. Whenever you smoke, you absolutely reek."

"..."

"Plus, Sister Tong, once you drink, your brain gets completely hijacked by alcohol, turning you into a total idiot. I’m afraid you’ll lose all your money, the store will close, and I won’t have a salary to collect, so..."

"..."

Tong Yingying’s already deadpan eyes gradually turned into the stare of death.

Seeing that she had fully pulled out the stun gun, Yan Huan immediately stood up.

Glancing at the time on his phone, he said,

"Alright then, that’s it for now, I’m off work. The place is almost cleaned up, enjoy your nightlife, Sister Tong."

"..."

Watching him turn to leave, Tong Yingying suddenly called out to him,

"Hey, wait."

"What now? Don’t tell me you’re really going to tase me, Sister Tong?"

"Moron..."

Tong Yingying took some money from the bed, counted a portion, and handed it to him,

"Here, this month’s salary. Take it first since we’re just a few days from payday anyway."

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows, took the money and counted it, then asked,

"Extra?"

"The weekend doesn’t count as you skipping work, plus today, that’s an extra 600."

"Sister Tong, love you."

"Believe it or not, I will electrocute you to death?"

Tong Yingying raised the stun gun in her hand threateningly, but her eyes weren’t looking at Yan Huan.

"Alright, I’m out, Sister Tong."

Yan Huan pocketed the money and turned to leave Tong Yingying’s room.

Watching him leave, Tong Yingying lay back down on her bed and casually shouted downstairs,

"Lock the door for me!"

"OK!"

Then followed the sound of the iron door closing and being locked, and Yan Huan’s footsteps gradually fading away.

Lying in bed, Tong Yingying put down her stun baton, her gaze still vacant.

I really need to change my lifestyle...

Tong Yingying couldn’t make up her mind for the moment, unable to step out of the comfort zone of indolence and sloth.

After all, it takes more than a day of cold for the water to freeze three feet deep; she was already accustomed to being like this.

However, maybe it really is necessary to quit smoking and drinking.

Just now, she seemed to have hallucinations, and in her haze, she saw a talking...

White snake?

...

...

Lin Gate, Luqiao District.

In a residential district, inside a room of a three-story building, a black-haired girl in pajamas was fiddling with a box in her room.

Inside the box was a leopard gecko, staring at her with its eyes wide open.

"Xiao Yun, come out and play for a bit..."

The girl’s pajamas were loose, but her ample bosom pushed against it tightly.

She had just finished taking a shower, swept her bangs back over her head, exposing her cute and rosy cheeks.

She was An Le, a student from Class C, Year One, at Yuanyue Academy.

A quiet figure in the class, she finally showed her lively personality in the privacy of her room, freely pursuing her hobbies.

An Le liked to keep reptile pets.

She was interested in geckos, lizards, a variety of insects, and other strange little animals, often browsing videos about them on websites.

However, the gecko in the box, named "Xiao Yun," just looked up at her and didn’t seem to want to move.

"Don’t want to come out?"

An Le smiled gently and, not forcing her pet, put the box back on the shelf.

Then, let’s see what’s new online...

Are there any new games?

My recent tastes have been quite light, hardly satisfying enough.

An Le put on anti-blue light glasses and sat down at her computer.

She opened a resource forum and browsed the "Adult Games" section.

Her previous search history still lingered in the search bar, filled with some rather inappropriate words.

Yes, An Le was actually a hardcore otaku in private.

But unlike the average otaku, the things she liked were a bit...

Indescribable.

"Hm, this gameplay feels a bit outdated... just hacking and whipping..."

"How about this one? Ugh, the male lead is so ugly, and it gets even worse when messed up... Oh, they have exotic forms, huh..."

"This seems okay, tentacles, huh..."

As An Le was browsing through the webpage on her computer, an almost illusory sound drifted in from the windowsill.

"Sss... Sss... Glub glub..."

An Le froze for a moment, then turned to look at the windowsill.

"Hey, what’s that sound?"

She stood up and walked over, seemingly intending to close the window.

However, when she got closer, she realized there was a small white snake lying on the windowsill, unable to move.

The white snake seemed to be injured, with some of its scales missing...

"Hey, a snake? Why did it suddenly appear here?"

An Le blinked, inwardly questioning.

The little snake weakly opened its eyes, gave the girl in front of it a pitiable look, and then closed them again.

...

An Le stood with her mouth slightly agape, seemingly hesitant.

After a moment, she returned to her room.

When she came back, she was wearing a pair of bite-proof gloves, cradling the snake in her hands, and brought it back into her room.