The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 178: A punch that can reconstruct memories

Chapter 178: A punch that can reconstruct memories

Li Chunhua raised the thin stick, one-foot long, painted with red varnish, with both of its ends having gilded gold carvings.

[Bronze-Grade Chopsticks of Avarice (Growth-Type)]

"What am I going to do with only one stick?" Li Chunhua’s lips twitched. "At least give me another one too!" How could she eat—I mean fight with only one chopstick? Isn’t this useless?

Unfortunately, the system didn’t hear her complaints and played dead like usual.

Li Chunhua cannot stuff the item back inside the chest. She examined it and stared at the gold. Hold on, is this gold carving real? She put it inside her mouth and started grinding her teeth, trying to get the gold off to pay her debt.

Detecting the disappointment in her voice, Long Haoran stored the wooden ladle in his inventory and occupied the seat next to her.

"What’s the matter?" He asked and turned to her with only saw a flying fist before he felt his soul left his body.

"Why is it so hard?" Li Chunhua let out a muffled whisper before her left hand slipped from the body of chopsticks and snapped to the side, slamming into something.

[-509]

There was a sound of something falling on the table.

Li Chunhua slowly spun her neck, only to see Chef Long pass out on the table.

(＃°Д°)

Crap.

Blood drained from her face.

Li Chunhua spat the stick, rushed to the kitchen, and called for the territory nurse.

"Little Ginseng, come quickly! It’s about Chef Long."

The two gluttons dropped their bowls, jumped, and sprinted to the living room.

Seeing the man unconscious, they panicked.

"Kya!" What happened to your handsome brother?!)

"Ji ji ji." (Who did this to him? Let me beat him up!)

"Heal him," Li Chunhua urged the little nurse.

The little ginseng placed its hands over Long Haoran’s head and released its skill.

After three minutes, Long Haoran woke up with a large bruise on his right eye.

"Chef Long, I’m so sorry." Li Chunhua apologized, deeply guilty.

The two summons glared at their master and wanted to pounce at her in a cat fight.

Who’s Chef Long?

Long Haoran’s memory was reconstructed by the punch, and he temporarily forgot his identity. It took him ten seconds to recover them. Oh, it’s him.

He placed his right palm over the part that hurt. She punched him so hard that he forgot his name. It was the hardest punch of his life, and to worsen it, she didn’t even do it intentionally.

If not for that defense jade she had given before, the damage would be greater.

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Ten minutes later, Long Haoran lightly patted the ice compress on his right eye, hissing in pain in the process. The little radish’s ability was not enough to heal him completely, and there was still a wound left.

"Let me do it," Li Chunhua said before dragging her chair closer.

Long Haoran was about to refuse, but when he noticed her red-rimmed and moist eyes filled with self-blame, his eyelashes trembled, and he handed the ice compress to her. "Here. It’s not your fault." He felt that there was a need to say the second part.

Li Chunhua only sniffed at his words, took them, stood up, leaned closer, and gently administered the treatment before asserting. "It’s mine. You don’t need to comfort me."

In doing so, Long Haoran could see her up close, every inch of her face, every microexpression she was making, smell her unique scent, hear the mumbles of apology, and feel her warm breath fanning on his forehead that seemingly traveled to his neck, tinting it red, which spread to his cheeks.

"Chef Long, I’m so sorry. I nearly killed you. How about you punch my face later too?"

Long Haoran didn’t hear her, as his thoughts were occupied by something. He had never had close contact with a female before, and this was the first. Well, actually, the second time; the first was when she passed out after summoning a water dragon.

When she spoke again, the shade on his cheeks became redder, causing Li Chunhua to be alarmed.

"Are you having a fever?" Li Chunhua even leaned closer and pressed her head on his forehead.

Long Haoran was startled and looked down, leading him to see the gap on her collar and her...

His whole face became red as an apple in an instant, and he gently pushed her away, escaping the place.

"Hold on, Chef Long, I’m still not done." She only remembered her basic healing skill at this moment. Maybe that bruise and fever of his will be gone after using the skill.

But Long Haoran didn’t want to get entangled with her again. "No need. I’m already fine." He took large strides towards the kitchen, leaving Li Chunhua to stare at his disappearing back.

Thank goodness, he’s fine. Li Chunhua returned to the table and heaved a sigh of relief.

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[2:30 p.m.]

By this time, the grinding team headed by Elga, Little Mantou, and Fern had almost accomplished their goal.

"Don’t flinch or get scared. We got your back. With its current injuries, its speed is affected, and you’ll be able to dodge its attack. As long as you stay calm, move to the side and attack its neck!" Elga instructed while standing on the trees located at the foot of the main mountain.

The two girls were facing a Level 5 monster each. If they were to kill these monsters, they would be able to reach level 5.

Meng Chu and the others were hiding behind the bushes, watching the girls in anxiety. Little Mantou was among them and was ready to provide backup if the girls couldn’t handle it.

The two girls, exhausted and wounded from the earlier fights, clenched the dagger and spear tightly in their hands. Their HP bars were hovering over 30–40, and if they received another attack, they would die.

Sister Elga suggested they return to the territory and have their injuries treated first before leveling up tomorrow, but the two girls were stubborn and stayed, and they didn’t want to go back unless they could qualify to choose a class.

Martial Elga admired and respected their determination and had the little fox lure two monsters for them, which resulted in the current situation.

"Mehh!" The rammongers, having less than 20 HP left, sensed the foes’ tiredness and dashed towards the girls, aiming their horns in their direction, using the skill [tackle].

Silence filled the surroundings.

(Little Baozi: Thank you for the lovely gifts ily_Merbella. (❁´◡`❁) Pics in the comment section.)