Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!

Chapter 605 - 183: The Hidden Assassin (Part 3)

She’s afraid of Insect Men. When she’s with her teammates, she can be endlessly brave; without them, she’ll be so scared she just goes "ying ying ying."Li Leilei giving up the match was also within reason; no one blamed her. After all, she positioned herself as logistics—she’s a Designer, can also be a Maintenance Master—and being strong enough to kill Greed is already very impressive.

"You must be tired. I’ve prepared a comfy sofa, go rest for a bit first, I’ll fix it for you." There weren’t many maintenance staff; if too many Mechas were damaged, you had to wait in line.

Li Leilei was Wu Qingqing’s exclusive Maintenance Master, so she could resolve Wu Qingqing’s Mecha problems much faster.

By coincidence, Meiya’s Mecha was damaged again and needed to come back in for repairs.

Wu Qingqing closed her eyes to rest. As soon as Meiya’s Mecha entered the bay, Xiao Wu’s reminder came through her headset: "Qingqing slave, the one who hurt you is here."

Wu Qingqing opened her eyes, fire blazing in them. She stood up, clenched her fists, and strode quickly toward Meiya, opening with a heavy punch.

Meiya had just taken off her helmet and couldn’t react in time. She took the punch squarely and was knocked to the ground.

She cursed, "Are you crazy, what the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Ask yourself what you did. You really think just because the live-broadcast gear can’t catch some of your tiny moves, you can do whatever you want? If I want to know who ambushed me, it’s easy."

Wu Qingqing pointed at her and continued, "You are not worthy of divine protection. You’re a despicable backstabber. This is a battlefield—do you understand what ’battlefield’ means? In New World we can be enemies, because nobody really dies there. On a real battlefield, we’re all human, so we can only be competitors. You snipe your own on the battlefield, do you know how many people will die because of you?"

Wu Qingqing’s mouth was like a machine gun; she was disgusted by Meiya’s behavior.

"If we can’t cooperate, then we each play our own game. What gives you the right to ambush me? My results make you that jealous? That jealous face of yours is really contemptible. Your ’kind’ Soma God must see you the same way."

The one who blew up the mixed-acid wall was Meiya.

This was the first time Meiya had ever been cursed out this viciously. When she’d made the decision to attack from the shadows, her heart had pounded for a long time.

But watching Wu Qingqing get swallowed by the nameless substance, she felt the demon in her heart vanish; without Wu Qingqing, she could perform better.

Why is Wu Qingqing still alive? Someone without divine protection shouldn’t be standing in front of her eyes.

For the first time ever, Meiya felt she was about to be abandoned by her god, a baseless panic rising. "I didn’t, I just accidentally misfired and hit the thing behind you."

"See? I never even said what you did wrong or where you went wrong, and you rushed to admit it. You’re good at shooting, and at that time, there were no Insect Men behind us, so who exactly were you planning to shoot?" Wu Qingqing wouldn’t believe Meiya’s excuse no matter how kind she was. "I’ll hand the evidence over to the higher-ups. After this match, you can only go back to where you were born."

Live an ordinary life to the end, and stop coming out here to ruin people.

Just one match, and you can blacken so hard you actually grow the urge to kill.

In the future, when everyone around her keeps climbing up while only she’s stuck in place, won’t she just get jealous to the point of becoming some five-poisons-in-one mass murderer?

Meiya lunged forward, trying to grab Wu Qingqing’s leg and apologize. Wu Qingqing nimbly stepped back, dodging her pounce; even looking at her for another second felt like dirtying her eyes.

Under everyone’s gaze, Meiya’s mask was torn off, and she stopped pretending, screeching, "You think you’re that awesome? You’re nothing without your master’s Mecha. Without Su Xiaocai, you’re just like me. Everything you have comes from other people; you’ve got nothing of your own."

"So you think you’re trash?" Wu Qingqing’s expression froze for a moment as she said it. Yeah—when she first met Su Xiaocai, she acted like she thought she was strong, but deep down she still believed that if she faced Wu Feiyang, she’d be the one to lose.

Wu Feiyang walked ahead of her, like someone she could never catch up to.

Only after meeting Su Xiaocai did Wu Qingqing start to feel like she could again.

She spoke from the bottom of her heart: "At home we rely on our parents; when we go out we rely on our friends. Humans are social creatures—we can’t cut ourselves off from relationships. So I leaned on my friends’ help, and what of it? What’s so hard to admit? From the moment I was born, my parents handled my food, clothing, shelter. The knowledge I learned came from my teachers. My piloting skills now were taught by my master. Who can be separated from what others give them?"

"Oh, I forgot, you’re special. You’re born with a Sacred Body that learns on its own; you can kneel and kowtow to comprehend the truths of the universe. Then kneel more, you foul-smelling dumbass."