Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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The white-haired girl chuckled twice and strolled over to the storeroom to get her tools.

After the other person left, she slowly approached the executioner who was now lying flat and asked in a low voice, "Uh, what do you mean by protecting your own buttocks?"

Upon hearing the other person's voice, the executioner leaped to his feet, saying with considerable displeasure, "Oh, you mean this? Come with me and you'll find out."

After saying that, she walked towards the second floor.

...What does this have to do with going to the second floor? Apart from the bartender and that lady, why can't everyone else understand?

......

"So, why are you standing in front of this window?"

"I'll teach you how to protect your butt."

The executioner led Yingque to the living room on the second floor, and finally stopped in front of a large window.

The forthright black-haired girl seemed completely oblivious to anything amiss in her words, stretching lazily in the cold morning breeze.

Ying Que asked, "Um, aren't you cold? You're only wearing a vest..."

She felt uncomfortable just looking at her; no ordinary person could stand by the window like that.

As expected, humans still don't understand tactical dolls. To the executioner, this level of skill is just like an ordinary electric fan.

"What do you think? Isn't this quite refreshing?"

The executioner looked extremely puzzled, as if different species did not understand each other's habits.

...Well, I guess you can't judge them by normal standards.

If she continues to think about it, she might become abnormal.

Just as she decided to continue asking questions about protecting her bottom, the black-haired girl next to her suddenly rushed out and pointed directly at the large window.

Oh no, she wouldn't be going to...!

Yingque's heart tightened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to grab the other person's hand, only to find that the other person was too fast. She had just reached the table when the other person was already at the windowsill.

"Wait, this is the second floor!"

Yingque's shout was somewhat panicked, but it was too late; the executioner had already jumped out.

Like a leaping fish, the girl's body flowed gracefully through the window frame, her long hair flying freely in the morning breeze.

Just as Yingque was too scared to look because he thought the other person was about to hit the ground headfirst, the executioner then successfully landed with a front flip, adjusted his posture, and landed smoothly. Even though the street was covered with more than ten centimeters of snow, not a single snowflake was splashed.

Yingque, who was on the second floor, poked his head out, his hand covering his eyes slightly peeking out. The terrible scene he had imagined did not happen.

On the contrary, the executioner was speechless because of Yingque's reaction: "I said, what kind of reaction is that? Did you think I would just stab myself to death on the ground?"

The girl could hardly believe it. Although there was only a second floor, she clearly saw the other person land headfirst!

"how did you do it?"

The other person casually spread their hands, as if they were already used to this "way of going out": "I'll just jump down like this, even if I land headfirst, I won't die."

Are you kidding me?! The military android was killed on the ground with a head injury; this is more than just shoddy workmanship.

"...If you say so, then so how am I supposed to get down?"

They wouldn't make her jump down too, would they? The bar's ceiling is slightly higher than a typical residence; it's at least several meters high...

After sticking her head out, she realized... well, why the "executioner" lady had brought her to the second floor was because the door to the first floor was blocked by snow.

The executioner laughed, "That's why I told you to protect your backside! Jump down with your backside covered, and I'll catch you!"

"But... I don't dare..."

The adorable Miss Yingque was stamping her feet in frustration. She wanted to go down too, but with her constitution, if she jumped down directly, it wouldn't just be her bottom that she couldn't protect.

"Then you'll have to wait for the alchemist to bring you down; she'll be here soon!"

Alchemist?

297 A breakfast with a new friend

Yingque didn't quite understand the meaning of the code name for a moment, but then he heard running sounds and the faint scraping of metal behind him.

She turned around and saw the alchemist the executioner had mentioned, carrying three shovels and two brooms as he walked past.

"Wait here, I'll take you down right away."

With that, she threw all the tools in her hand out the window.

Fortunately, it was still early and there weren't many people on the street; otherwise, during the season when heavy snow is common, they would have surely killed one or two people by falling snow...

After finishing with the tools, to the girl's surprise, the alchemist grabbed her and jumped out in a princess carry.

"Wait, I'm not ready yet!"

Yingque struggled instinctively, but was unable to break free from the other party's iron grip.

But the biting cold wind only made the alchemist feel extremely comfortable, and he didn't care about the girl's struggles at all, and couldn't help but shout: "It's okay, I've covered your bottom for you!"

"That's not the point, it's just...it was too fast!"

The impact of the cold wind made the girl shrink into the other person's arms like a baby, but the fear of falling made her struggle subconsciously. Her lips trembled as she instinctively covered her eyes, looking somewhat disheveled.

"puff"

The two sat directly on the snowdrift, unharmed.

But Yingque is the kind of person who doesn't dare to ride drop towers or roller coasters. Even jumping from the second floor like this would still be very terrifying for her.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already sitting on the snow, and the executioner was standing next to him with a shovel.

"Here we are, let's get to work."

Her smile was gentler than when they first met, giving Yingque a sense of warmth and familiarity, like that of an older sister.

"Phew, okay, let me catch my breath..."

She used the shovel as a fulcrum to stand up, her legs feeling weak from fear and the low temperature.

Standing on the street, looking at the few pedestrians and the dawn sky, although the process of welcoming the day was not very smooth, it was still passable.

Alright, let's begin on the first day of White Eagle...

......

When Lofan and Pascal arrived on the first floor, three girls who were shoveling snow were already sitting at the bar.

"Miss, where did you go? I couldn't find you and thought you had already left."

In any case, seeing a living person made Luo Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

Yingque's eyes darted around nervously as she said awkwardly, "Uh, sorry, I got up early and wanted to help with some chores, so I went with them to shovel snow..."

"I have to say, she's not very strong, but she swept quite a lot, and she even tried to take over from me."

The alchemist patted Yingque's shoulder twice, it seemed that they had gotten to know each other well by the end of the morning.

The girl with short, light blonde hair had a slightly flushed face, whether from happiness or shyness, it was hard to tell...

"Thank you very much, miss. If you'd like, please come up to the second floor and have breakfast with us."

"Their cooking is really good, you'll definitely like it."

Luo Fan and Pascal extended the invitation together, and for some reason, the two gave Ying Que a strange look of a married couple.

Whether it's true or not, it's still enviable...

"Is it ready to eat? Then I'll go upstairs first, you guys continue."

The executioner greeted the crowd and then dashed upstairs.

However, in Yingque's opinion, there was another point worth noting in this lady's words...

Do they have someone specifically in charge of cooking for them?

While resolving her doubts, she also solved her stomach problem, so of course she wouldn't refuse this kindness.

"Well then, if it's possible, I'll trouble you."

"No trouble at all, we have two excellent chefs here, let's go!"

Without giving her any further chance to hesitate, the alchemist half-pushed and led Yingque over.

It's so nice to feel the same warmth as back home here.

It seems that the invisible barrier built by shyness has disappeared without anyone noticing...

"Commander, you've come... May I ask who this young lady is...?"

As the agent was busy serving breakfast and greeting Luo Fan, he also noticed Ying Que standing behind Luo Fan and the executioner.

The agent meant no harm; it was just that her naturally cold voice could easily make strangers wary.

The girl didn't dare to look up, as she was blocked by two tall figures and couldn't see what was happening in front of her.

But the two hands that rested on her shoulders told her not to worry and to muster the courage to face her new friends.

"A new friend, who may spend some time with us."

Luo Fan gave up his spot, giving the girls space to see the young woman.

As part of the atmosphere-building group, number 40 clapped her hands happily: "Oh, new friend! Welcome! We haven't had any new faces here in a long time!"

"Yes, yes, welcome new friend!"

Little 9 naturally chimed in.

In a sense, they weren't wrong, after all, everyone who had arrived here was someone they had already met before...

Yingque was not good at socializing, and he was at a loss for words when faced with the undisguised enthusiasm of 40 and Xiao 9. He could only stand behind the two of them and awkwardly rub his hands.

However, most people simply glanced at her, offering no comment and putting no pressure on her.

Moreover, their enthusiasm had long since been worn away.

They all took their seats, and only SAT8 and Gouzi, who were relatively friendly, greeted her.

"Sit down, have breakfast first, then we can think about finding clues."

After Luo Fan finished speaking, the executioner pulled out a chair for Ying Que and gestured very kindly, "Please."

She quietly took her seat, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. For her, in such an environment, being blameless was more important than being meritorious.

Although the girls didn't really notice her...

The seating was already a bit cramped, so normally the executioner, the alchemist, AK15, and Mondragon would choose to stand up to eat, with the former even trying to liven up the atmosphere.

Now, with one more person, 9 and 45 are sitting in the same chair, Dog is with RO, and M870 is with Barrett, all of them are their old partners.

MDR, with a sandwich stuffed in his mouth, never stopped swiping randomly on the screen, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"I said, there are guests here, can't you be normal for once?"

Although Luo Fan really wanted to laugh, he held it in by biting his lip.

Unexpectedly, MDR put the phone on his lap, then grabbed Luo Fan's head and used the strength of the tactical doll to pry open Luo Fan's mouth!

Luo Fan was completely unable to resist and could only watch in horror as the other party grabbed him.

MDR brought his head close and stuffed the other half of the sandwich into Luo Fan's mouth. He then pressed his head up and down, personally guiding Luo Fan to bite the sandwich in half. The whole operation was smooth and seamless.

After being chewed like a meat grinder, MDR still looked ferocious: "Guest, can you help me draw cards so I don't sink?!"

"...After you start your live stream, I'll change your live stream name to 'Your Ideal Girlfriend'."

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298 Mentoring the Junior Sister

Although I was very annoyed, I couldn't very well spit out the sandwich in front of this lady.

Although chewing was a bit messy because of the large amount of food stuffed in, Luo Fan tried his best to make his performance look as natural as possible.

If I get the chance, I'll definitely get my revenge...

This move was truly shocking to Yingque; he never expected that this... wild silver-haired lady would have such a good relationship with Mr. Luo.

Moreover, just as Mr. Luo said, the oldest woman here is probably only around 30 years old (I'm sure of it).

She couldn't agree with her 30-year-old college classmate starting a business, but she didn't dare to ask too many questions, since it was someone else's... well... family matter.

Perhaps they are just friends...