God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 68 - 21. Sister Tong, a horse’s life is also a life3

Tong Yingying cursed,

"Go away, go away. Kids shouldn’t ddle in adults’ affairs... Wait, no, just mind your own business."

She took a sip of whiskey and let out a sigh, then waved at Yan Huan perfunctorily, and ordered,

"Hurry up and get changed for work... You skipped work for three days last weekend, making , the boss, run around like a headless chicken. This week, heh, I’m going to squeeze every last drop out of you, minion."

"Sister Tong, a minion’s life is still a life."

Yan Huan pitifully waved the white flag.

anwhile, he silently flipped off Tong Yingying in his heart, and did not hesitate to use the nickna he secretly gave her when they first t.

That nickna was: "South District Yu Qian."

What does it an?

Soone who smokes, drinks, and perms their hair is adept at everything.

Although her lifestyle has sowhat changed now, basically quitting smoking and perming, she couldn’t kick the drinking habit.

Yan Huan even suspected that Tong Yingying opened this tavern just so she could steal drinks in broad daylight.

Seeing the boss already savoring the fine wine, Yan Huan stopped paying her any attention and went inside the tavern to change clothes.

White shirt, black trousers, brown vest...

Just as Yan Huan was changing clothes in the dressing room, a man’s and a woman’s voices ca from outside,

"Sister Tong, good afternoon."

"Sister Tong, you started drinking a bit early today, didn’t you!"

"Umm, just feeling down, it’s nothing... A little drink will do good."

Yan Huan got dressed and ca out, only to see a man and a woman with their arms crossed sitting in front of the bar, chatting with Tong Yingying, who was twirling a glass of wine in her hand.

They were both students from the Southern District Community College, the guy nad Tian Li, and the girl nad Guan Rong.

They both worked part-ti here, and they were a couple.

The girl sang very well and was the bar’s singer.

The guy mixed drinks, and the custors were very satisfied with the flavors he made, but Tong Yingying rarely drank what he mixed.

She usually did it herself, self-sufficient in every way.

Tong Yingying could mix many kinds of drinks, and wouldn’t need to spend extra money hiring soone else if she weren’t too lazy.

"Xiao Huan, it’s Monday today, aren’t you taking a rest?"

"No rest, Sister Guan. I’m making up for lost ti."

"Yo, haven’t seen you in a weekend and you seem handsor... tsk tsk tsk."

"Really?"

It must be the effect of the Charm Fragnt.

In just a short ti, Tong Yingying had finished that small glass of whiskey and picked up another bottle to pour herself another.

Watching her casually use her own base liquor, Tian Li was angry but didn’t dare to speak out, after all, she was the boss.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, it was ti to start working.

Yan Huan quickly set up the stools and such, after Tian Li and Guan Rong changed clothes, one of them tidied up the bar and the other cleaned up the bathroom briefly.

Only Tong Yingying, with her glass and bottle, sat alone in a corner of the tavern, playing the detached shop owner.

Yan Huan passed by the back room several tis and could see that Tong Yingying was drinking more diligently than usual while holding her phone, typing ssages with one hand...

At first, Yan Huan could still spare so concern for Tong Yingying, because it was indeed unusual for her to start drinking so early.

But as night fell, business on the street picked up too, with more custors coming in, ordering two servings of caral pudding made him fall back in line.

In the kitchen, he whipped the egg mixture until it nearly smoked, a testant to his proficiency.

Although it was tiring, it wasn’t without its perks.

At least, the pudding he made for Sakuragi Hitomi and Ye Shiyu that ti was particularly delicious, wasn’t it?

...

...

Nights in the South District are never peaceful, with the city’s dazzling neon lights mingling with the honking of cars and the smoke from eateries, making the South District both lively and chaotic.

At this ti, if one walks alone in the alleys between the buildings, regardless of gender, one would generally trigger a hidden plot.

Luckily, Lin Gate does not support firearms, so there’s no worry about being cornered by so hard object against one’s waist while walking.

Then, while having your wallet and phone completely robbed, you have to answer questions like "Do you like uncle’s big pistol?"

"Once, I wandered aimlessly..."

Guan Rong strumd his guitar and sang, creating a peaceful atmosphere in the quiet bar.

Yet Tong Yingying, who had sat in a corner, had disappeared without anyone noticing when.

She was just in the corridor leading to the restroom from the tavern, hunching over with a pale face, leaning on the wall as she made her way toward the bathroom.

She had drunk a bit too much.

She opened the door to the enclosed restroom, where there was only one toilet.

Her face was flushed, whether from the alcohol or from the glow of the phone screen she was holding, it was hard to tell.

A wave of nausea surged in her stomach, and she couldn’t help but lean over the toilet, seemingly ready to vomit.

It was this very act that caused the phone she had been holding to slip from her grasp and fall to the ground, revealing the chat window and conversation history.

Li Xiui (Mom):

"..."

"I don’t care, I’ve already arranged everything. Hurry back for a eting. The guy’s quite a catch, and it’s not bad that he’s agreed to have a blind date with you. Stop being so picky all the ti."

"I won’t co back, you go et him if you’re so keen."

"Oh my, you’re almost thirty and still so nonsensical. Just looking at you and thinking you’re still not married, I feel like banging my head against the wall and dying. Get your ass back here!"

"So what if he’s older than ? Why the hell should I care? You go et him if you want!"

"Age difference is not a problem, if he’s a little older he might be better, more considerate."

"Do I need his ’better’? Am I short of money? I’d rather find soone ten years younger, soone who can call ’sister’, young and robust, why would I need his consideration? Screw off, I’ve said I’m not up for it!"

"How can you speak to your mother like this?"

"Whatever, I can’t be bothered."

"..."

Because the phone was set to automatically lock, the screen locked after a period of inactivity, casting the following ssages into darkness.

Leaving Tong Yingying covering her mouth, feeling sick and retching.

In fact, there were hundreds and hundreds of unread ssages below, and it wasn’t just from her mother’s chat window; many others were trying to persuade her...

Tong Yingying wished she could block them all and never see them again.

"Gurgle..."

As she retched, a ghostly snake-shaped tattoo erged from within her clothes, as if writhing in response to her emotional turmoil.

Then, the snake-shaped tattoo crawled along her arm and astonishingly slid from her fingertips onto the floor.

It was a small, pure white snake, resembling a cobra.

Flicking its tongue, it scrutinized the woman before it, seeming to express a hint of satisfaction.

[Among the chosen candidates, only you seem capable of bearing my power]

[Woman, do you wish to beco the protagonist of this world? Do you desire to fulfill your dirty wishes? Do you want to possess everything you desire?]

A phantom voice echoed in Yingying’s ear, causing her to startle slightly.

[Beco my host, let share with you my power to manipulate sensations]

[Be it pleasure, pain, or any feeling, anything!]

[Just use , and I can satisfy all your wishes]

[You need not fear, or doubt, I will assist you...]

Tong Yingying lifted her head and looked at the serpentine yet not-quite-serpentine entity that had risen beside her.

Could it be that the voice in her head was coming from this creature?

The illusionary white apparition flicked its tongue, and it seed as if it had currents constantly flowing over it.

Yingying opened her mouth and then murmured,

"I must be drunk, seeing hallucinations... Haha, if I’m drunk, then even snakes, which I’m normally most afraid of..."

The white snake before her, watching Tingying’s fist clenching tighter, suddenly had a very bad premonition.

[Sss!]

It instinctively turned to flee, but Yingying, who was already on the verge of fury, imdiately stood up with a dark expression and ferociously stomped down on it,

"Just go to hell, all of you!!"

"Bang!"

With that terrifying stomp, the illusionary white snake, as if it was really just a hallucination, disappeared without a trace.