Chapter 309: A Fortune in One Night (2/2)
”Sang Ling, any idea?”
”I saw this dress thingy in the catalogue attached with our medication. I think it helps.”
The 5000 Sangs were figuring out a way to inhibit their fearing senses.
”Hey, Guo!” Shouted Sang Fan.
”We can't know if we still look fearing. Come and be our judge.”
”You too, Hai Lian, don't just stand there and touch those new units.”
The victims... well would be Guo and the ”representation” of the convention. They had to judge if the Sangs could demonstrate less threatening aura.
”No, you got to stop glaring at people for no reason,” stated Guo.
”Yeah, try smiling. Yes, bring up your corners. I'll do it for you, ughhh. Lend me your mouth for a sec. Relax your muscle, I'll push the corners up,” said Hai Lian, who soon realized he made the greatest mistake in his life, ”Nevermind, try mayb-”
”HEY Hai Lian! You're done yet? Come and judge for us now?” shouted Sang Pu.
That practically summarized what happened that day, the folks were dragged from one group of Sangs to another. Only Francis Jr. seemed rather eager in this, ”I don't see why Hai Lian is ranting, Guo. If we do this, we could avoi doing those hell training.” Now that made sense.
The second issue - Collisions. Yes, the Collisions I made were impulsive, but too visually impulsive... I guess no one would forget the appearance of Collisions the moment they saw them. That is why I bought the Blaze-III model, as a camouflage sometimes.
The thing is... how would someone from the jungle know how to pilot via an intelligible glowing user interface from outer space? How should I teach them. Okay, let me try.
”Sangs, gather up. Now let me brief you on using this new mech.”
”First, as usual, take out your keystone and deploy the mech.”
”Good, next, to move you give a few taps on the control panel, these few buttons to control direction.”
”Sir!”
”Yes?”
”How do we turn on the control pay nail?”
”Why do we have to pay nails when we pilot the mech?”
The next hour Ye Chong dried his mouth, explaining on how to pilot a futuristic mech, but no one seemed to have understood him.
Okay, I surrender. ”We would try something else, I have visuals for all of you.” Ye Chong prepared copies of visuals for the Sangs. ”Tutorial 1 - Launching: To launch a mech, first...” The visuals were playing on each projector.
”Sang Pu.” Called Ye Chong again, ”Lead them on this as well, okay?” And ignoring that bitter expression of Sang Pu, a new rule had been added, ”Anyone who had yet mastered control of Blaze-III would be forbidden to leave the base,” announced Sang Pu.
That should be it.
One last thing, which had been haunting Ye Chong ever since they left Lunaris, remained in his thoughts for all eternity.
”Don't YOU too, want to know who your PARENTS- ughh...” Those final words from Ye Bei.
Who are my parents exactly? Why would they dump me at Trash Planet in the past?
Ye Chong had been showing negligence towards the issue, since survival was more important than some non-sensical issue of sentiments. This mystery only flashed in his mind occasionally, as it would be too far-fetched to even begin the search, having no clue, not even the slightest hint on where to start.
And when he thought he would not be thinking of this issue for the rest of his life, it showed up fatefully on its own.
The Ye family, the aristocrat which shared the same surname as his, and those words of Ye Bei, helped him to realize that he could be more closely related to the Ye family than he thought.
Could my parents be the members of Ye family? An aristocratic member? That sounds royal, and plausible as well. A nameless child born on a one-night relationship, what was it again? Shang told me once... ”One-night stand”? And due to avoidance on the infidelity and responsibility, they threw me away.
Wait... Hahaha... I'm getting too Shang. I actually remembered one plot of those lame movies Shang introduced me.
He walked slowly to the window, looking at the barren world of Yi Ju. Out of sudden, he missed Mu Shang... He missed his Papa, he missed Grandpa Qian and those days of kneading dough, he missed everything, from the simple days he used to have, which already felt like a luxury.
”I should go on...” Whispered Ye Chong, ”Let's just search on.” His mind was firm, his eyes were steady.
”But to search on, there's few more things I need to do.”