Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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But overcoming this personality trait isn't something that can be done overnight: "I try to make myself appear more cheerful."

"Keep going, it's the last day, say goodbye to everyone properly."

"Hmm... Goodnight?"

"Good night."

......

PS: I strongly recommend playing "Maybe Christmas" by yiruma for a better reading experience (restarting playback is not connected to the previous text).

The next morning, at 6:45, I've gotten used to waking up at this time; it's time to go shovel snow again.

Out of personal interest, I went to help the bartender, to feel the fresh air of a winter morning and the colors of the city's gradually fading fireworks.

Good morning, Miss Executioner.

Good morning!

The enormous shadow gradually faded, as if in response to this special day, and the sun began to shine on the capital city again, bringing both spiritual and physical comfort to the passersby.

As usual, the three girls arrived at the bar with their tools, ready to start their snow-shoveling work for the day.

Standing in the warm sunshine, Yingque smiled and said, "The weather is very nice today, so warm and cozy."

As they shoveled snow down the drain, the executioner and alchemist looked up at the sunlight reflecting off the distant skyscrapers. Even their former sharpness seemed to have been worn down, and their rare smiles had lost their aggressive edge.

"That's right, perhaps this is the most important day for Donghuang that you mentioned. In your words, even the heavens are on our side?"

"Yes, that's right..."

At this moment, the coffee shop and breakfast shop a few dozen meters away also opened their doors. Middle-aged men and women walked out of them, yawned when no one was paying attention, and began to set up their chairs and tables in front of the shops, open their parasols, and prepare to welcome the group of passers-by, whether familiar or unfamiliar.

In front of the apartment, two kittens were snuggling together, not because they had to stay close due to the cold, but because they genuinely wanted to cherish this rare moment of gentle weather.

Yingque put on her headphones and started playing Yiruma's "Maybe Christmas." For some reason, even though the song title refers to Christmas, it felt strangely fitting on this day called the New Year.

That's natural. At times like these, we also wake up and start working hard for a new day, wanting to finish our work as soon as possible, then go home, buy some good dishes, and gather with our families, either at the dining table or around the fireplace, sharing our stories or our lives.

Now is the time to get to work.

On the street, an old woman passed by Valhalla's door. As she passed Yingque, she slightly raised her hand and said "Good morning" to him.

Good morning, madam.

She nodded slightly and responded with a warm smile. This simple kindness and sense of happiness truly made every Donghuang person feel genuinely happy.

At street intersections, police officers began standing in the middle of the road to direct traffic. Although the traffic wasn't congested, their work still had to be done because each of them was a part of this city—perhaps not crucial, but certainly indispensable.

They are also proud of their work.

It's truly a good thing that the city's vitality remains, uncorrupted by materialism and cutthroat competition.

The snow removal work was finished quickly. After putting away the tools, it was time to start today's search for people.

"The boss and the others haven't woken up yet. Should we just have breakfast outside?"

"That sounds nice, but what can we eat? Coffee and hamburgers? Do you want this kid to have excessive body fat?"

"Uh, I really don't like eating these kinds of high-calorie foods, especially for breakfast... I suddenly miss the rice noodles, steamed buns, and mantou from Donghuang. We could eat whatever we wanted and it was cheap..."

"Oh, so you're saying Donghuang is full of food all over the streets?"

"You could say that, it's like that both morning and evening..."

"I definitely want to go and see it when I have the chance!"

"Take your iron frame apart first."

"Hey hey..."

what......

When I arrived at the bar, I found that the snow at the entrance had been cleared, and there was a girl drinking heavily.

They left very early today, and... "Architect, is the liqueur for you to drink like cola?"

"Thumbs up... It smells so good! It's so fragrant! It's very sweet, it tastes even better than fruit juice!"

......

"Good morning, guys! What time is it? Whatever, let's do a short broadcast first. Me? Makeup? Do you think I need it? I look good without makeup, you know?! Look at my white hair and pink highlights, it's the real deal! (pulls hair)"

......

"RO, do you think this Santa hat looks good on me?"

"Yes, of course, SOP is the most suitable for this kind of cute style of dressing."

......

"Barrett, the weather's so nice, wanna go for a drive?"

"There's snow on the road, I don't want to fall and die, and... is your car all modified?"

"More or less, at least it should be able to open."

......

"AK12...Where's my towel?"

"I don't know, go ask RPK... Where is she?"

"It seems she went to the commander's room last night?"

"...Tsk."

......

Everyone knows that today is a special day, but no one expected that this specialness also contains another layer of meaning.

......

As the angels faded into darkness, the girl exhaled a puff of white mist, which, reflected in the glass of the bar, made her look like a little girl who hadn't grown up.

It seems like they want to leave something behind...

"Um, you two, please go in first, I'll wait a moment..."

"Then hurry up and prepare dinner. It's getting chilly outside at night."

"Okay, I will."

The executioner and the alchemist returned to the bar, leaving Yingque lingering in front of it, looking around at everything.

As the sky grew darker, the streetlights came on, and from above, the cool-toned buildings gradually took on a warm, pale yellow hue, ensuring their vitality wouldn't fade with time.

This is true from a high vantage point, and it is also true from a low vantage point.

In the morning, the cafes, restaurants, and libraries I saw also lit up their lights, and people slowly gathered in front of them, hoping to encounter a romantic moment that belonged only to them in the cold city.

Even Valhalla is an example.

A customer has arrived and entered the bar.

"Dingling bell~"

"Welcome to Valhalla, gentlemen. What would you like to drink?"

In the brief moment the door opened, Yingque could hear the bartender's enthusiastic greeting, which showed that he was well-prepared to welcome her.

Well, it's almost dinner time, so I guess the bartender can't entertain these guests for too long...

As Yingque was about to return to the bar, she happened to catch a glimpse of her breath on the glass and the words she had drawn with her hand, which disappeared within a few minutes.

It seems like nothing will be left behind...

After thinking for a moment, Yingque picked up a twig from the ground, squatted down, and gently traced something on the snow.

Perhaps influenced by some unknown emotion, she covered her face with a scarf, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, but she still couldn't hide the blush spreading across her face.

She wrote down eight characters, stared at them for several seconds, and then, like a shy young girl who wanted to confess her feelings but was embarrassed, covered her face and shook her head frantically before leaving.

......

I have an announcement to make! (Don't worry, I'm not canceling.)

Well, it's just that an idea in my mind is getting stronger and stronger.

All eyes are on me! Look at me! I have something to announce!

I want to write about ship girls!

Don't get angry yet, let me first tell you about my current plans.

It's about Azur Lane, but there aren't many characters, just a few. It doesn't incorporate the world view of Azur Lane, only the ship girl characters, so there won't be any technical inconsistencies.

The combat balance is achieved by carrying conventional firearms through shipboard space. When using shipboard equipment, only the shipboard anti-aircraft guns are used to deal with low-threat targets. The battles in this book are basically not large-scale battles, so there will be no mindless situations like "bomb me".

By maximizing resource consumption, we can ensure that there won't be a situation like 308 mindlessly defending the enemy. The humanoids will still be the main characters in the battle. The ship girls, apart from playing a role in specific situations or as a trump card, are mostly there to let me and everyone else enjoy a peach feast. After all, the extra chapters at the end of this book are very long and sweet, and with ship girls, it will be even sweeter.

And also, Jiang Feng and Bei Zhai, I really like you guys so much! For you, I want to ( )

Therefore, issues such as balance and combat power have all been fully resolved. The appearance of ship girls has also given me more options for the subsequent battle content, making it more enjoyable for everyone to watch (although my battle writing is really bad).

There's no need to worry about the game collapsing; the combat power is balanced, and the game doesn't reference any specific world-building concepts—it just features characters.

To reiterate, humanoid characters remain the mainstays of combat, while ship girls are merely support or trump cards.

Also, I... kind of want to mess with Taifeng. She hits me in every way, except her personality is a bit dangerous...

What do you all think?

313 Luo Fan Ying Que (Two-in-One)

P.S.: I strongly, strongly, strongly recommend listening to "Hoping She Would Be There" by Steve Barakatt for a better reading experience.

The timing was perfect; when Yingque returned, the dishes were already on the table, just waiting for her.

"Ah, I'm sorry everyone, I was delayed outside for a while and kept you waiting."

She quickly apologized, but no one paid any attention and waved to her to wash her hands and eat.

Luo Fan smiled and said, "You've come back just in time. The agent has just brought the dishes up. Go and get ready."

"okay."

Yingque quickly took off her coat and scarf, casually twisted her somewhat tired arms, and prepared to go to the kitchen to line up to wash her hands.

She was also conflicted about how to tell them that she was leaving that night...

Should I say it directly? Would that ruin the atmosphere of the New Year's Day? Or should I be more subtle and hint at it indirectly? Or should I just leave a note and leave under the cover of night without saying anything?

Logically speaking, leaving silently without letting the other person know, without leaving too much warmth from the embrace, is the least likely way to avoid sadness. But now she feels that she can't bear to do that. She really wants them to know that she is actually about to leave.

Although parting may leave regrets, everyone actually cherishes the warmth left by the other person in the final moments of parting.

In other words, how exactly will they cope with this separation...?

Just then, 416 patted her on the shoulder from behind.

"Miss, it's your turn. Water isn't cheap either."

"Ah, sorry! I was daydreaming..."

Her thoughts snapped like a plucked string, and her head throbbed for a second. She quickly placed her hands under the running water and carefully rubbed her delicate hands to wash away the dust and snow that had accumulated throughout the day.

Oh dear, what should I do...?

......

"cheers!"

Just like yesterday, Luo Fan and the girls clinked their glasses together. However, there was a difference: Ying Que was no longer reserved and participated very actively and naturally, her strength even rivaling that of Xiao Jiu and the others.

Although I don't understand why this young lady is unusually excited today, it's certainly a good thing that she can maintain a natural cheerfulness.

Luo Fan laughed and shouted, "Happy New Year, girls!"

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

Different voices, different tones, coming from different throats, but the emotions they express are the same, sincere, and undeniable.

Feeling comfortable and at ease in this atmosphere, Yingque was happy, so much so that she temporarily forgot about her impending departure.