My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 152 - 55. The New Order of the Survivor’s Camp_1

Chapter 152: 55. The New Order of the Survivor’s Camp_1

In a graduate dormitory of a certain university, Chosen Ashman took off his black game helmet.

Although he had been wearing it for six hours, he wasn’t uncomfortable thanks to the built-in air conditioning system. Even his shoulders felt good because of the bioelectric massage feature. He had been moving for six hours in the game, and despite his physical body not moving in reality, his mental activity kept him from feeling tired. After taking off the helmet, he felt hungry.

Yet, his face bore a bewildered expression.

In the game just now, Dirt Machine and Brother Shovel, along with Semi-Trailer, brought him to see Miss Milian. In front of that NPC, they had bluffed and packaged him as a "genius architectural design master" from Another World.

The excessive flattery was so much that even he, being rather modest, could no longer bear to hear it.

However, Miss Milian seemed to buy it all. After asking a few quite basic questions in the field of architecture, she granted him the right to plan, design, and supervise the construction of the survivor camp.

By the time he logged out, Miss Milian had already allocated 100 manpower for him to use. The camp’s logistics, supervised by Brother Dirt Machine, would support him to its fullest. The condition was that he would turn in a detailed plan for discussion within three days and prepare the camp’s subsequent design within half a month.

This was just the appetizer!

Miss Milian, who was obviously inexperienced at being a leader, tried to entice him with more. She said that if he designed the camp well, he could even take complete charge of the rebuilding of Cardman City in the future!

The sequence of these events had left Ashman feeling quite dizzy.

How did he end up being burdened with a project while simply playing a game? Was it possible that he was playing "Another World Construction Head Simulator" while others were playing "Real Different World"?

The most exaggerated part was that Dirt Machine, to facilitate better communication and coordination with the workers, selected two young sisters from a wealthy merchant family as his assistants in the survivor camp. They were even literate!

Okay, although this all felt like a child’s play, having two soft and fragrant virtual cardboard assistants was, in truth, a treat. But the problem lied in the fact that a design couldn’t be produced within three days, right?

Ashman was a professional!

He knew perfectly well the amount of effort required to produce a design.

Even for a village meant to accommodate about a thousand people, it was hard for him alone to accomplish it. After being lost in thought, he went over to Ayu and their dormitory to discuss the matter.

However, he was retorted by Bionic Snail:

"Who asked you to design it yourself, bro! There are so many ready-made templates online, just pick one and modify it a bit, right? Dirt Machine and the others came to you because you’re a professional. At least when implementing it, there won’t be major basic issues like building a house crooked or forgetting to install a door.

This is a game, bro, you’re called Ashman, but it’s not like you’re really supposed to beat ash!"

Right!

Ashman had a sudden realization. He was only given a task - there was no prohibition against...cough, cough, taking inspiration. So was this the real way to play this game?

The degree of freedom was truly unimaginable.

"Speaking of which, we’re still toiling in the game, battling monsters, and you’ve been pulled aside to become an official, managing 100 NPCs, not to mention having two soft sisters to massage your back as secretaries.

Having professional knowledge really makes a difference.

We too were experts in international trade finance, alas, it’s a pity that we don’t have the chance to use it now."

Ayu sat up from the bed, pointed at Ashman with a smirk, and yelled:

"Humph, you bourgeois, you are treating today’s lunch! Guys, pin him down! If he doesn’t treat us to lunch, let’s strip him."

"Brother Yao, don’t!"

Ashman screamed.

Shortly after, he was pinned down by his dorm brothers. As he fell victim to the Pantless Demon attack, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

Bull Bull, who had just finished playing basketball and was sweating profusely, walked in. On seeing the scene, he fell silent, sighed, covered his eyes, and was about to walk out.

Alas, the atmosphere was like a deluge and a wild beast, corrupting the nation’s formidable youth.

"Don’t leave, Bull Bull, what brings you here?"

Ayu hurriedly pulled up his pants and asked seriously, but the screams of Ashman, who was pinned under him, and the disturbing laughter of the dorm brothers yelling "Cancanneed", made the scene rather inappropriate.

"Nothing much, just to pass on a message for my sister."

The tall and sturdy Bull Bull casually spun a basketball on his fingers, and said to the yawning Gebao and Ayu:

"My sister plans to hire you guys, wants us to take her to level up, fight monsters, and armor up over the next few days."

"Huh?"

Gobao and Ayu looked at each other, rubbing their eyes and yawning said:

"Does our sister need to hire us to level up? Isn’t that a bit odd? Can’t we just take our sister along when we go for the Secret Vault instance tomorrow? Also, Sister Pomegranate just entered the game, where would she get the Gold Coins from?

She wouldn’t be thinking of hiring us with RMB, right?

Although that’s not completely out of the question.

But like I said, it’s too out of the norm. We’re so close, we don’t want to complicate things."

"She doesn’t plan to pay at all, my sister is pretty frugal."

Bull Bull put away his basketball, sighed and said: