There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

Duan Fei, who had been hiding in the shadows, walked over. He saw Jinghong standing beside Chansi Yu’s mother, secretly giving him a thumbs-up.

’Mission accomplished!’

Giving a slight nod, Duan Fei walked over to Jinghong and put on the perfect smile of a well-adjusted fourth grader.

"Jinghong, it’s time to go home."

"Hold on." Jinghong also beamed with a perfectly innocent smile. "Auntie would like you to demonstrate the proper way to play cards, so you should show her."

"Of course, Auntie. We’re all Young Pioneers. It’s our duty to help our classmates, improve our grades, and eliminate exploitation and the wealth gap."

"You’re overdoing it," Jinghong whispered close to Duan Fei. "Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were a three-bar leader."

"With my eloquence, I should be at least a five-bar leader."

"But with your moral standards, you should have been shot in the womb."

Chansi Yu’s mother didn’t hear their whispering. Instead, she slapped the Missionary of Love on the head and shouted, "Look at your crappy results! Hurry up and learn how to play cards from him."

"But..."

"No buts! Just do as he says and learn. Play however he plays!"

The Missionary of Love looked at Duan Fei with indignation. Just as he was about to strip and go for three hundred rounds, he was slapped by Chansi Yu’s mother.

"Don’t just strip your clothes off for no reason. You look like a little hooligan."

"I am the Missionary of Love!"

"Don’t say that. It makes you sound even more like a hooligan."

The Missionary of Love grew even more dejected.

But Chansi Yu’s mother’s Power was higher than his own, and a mother’s love was the ultimate form of love. Therefore, whether physically or spiritually, he had an obligation to listen to her.

Thus, he could only take out his cards and say, "Duel. I’ll go first. I’m going to..."

Chansi Yu’s mother slapped him again and shouted sternly, "Don’t you try to fool me! Aren’t you supposed to play rock-paper-scissors at this point?!"

The Missionary of Love, who was used to bullshitting his way through games, finally understood what a dimensional-reduction strike was.

’It’s the ultimate weapon of an elementary schooler: tattling to the parents!’

Glaring hatefully at Duan Fei, the Missionary of Love’s eyes seemed to ask, "Duan Someone, you’ve been planning this since last night?"

Duan Fei smugly lifted his chin. "What do you think?"

"Despicable!"

"It’s the perfect cure for a one-track mind like yours."

He reluctantly played rock-paper-scissors and reluctantly prepared to play his card, but when Chansi Yu’s mother glanced at the Missionary of Love’s hand, she slapped him again.

The dazed Missionary of Love cried out in exasperation, "Stop hitting me! If you keep hitting me, your child will turn into an idiot! What is it now?"

"Three Magic Cards, so why did you discard a whole pile? And you didn’t even play a single Monster Card—what the hell are you summoning?! This whole deck can’t even pull off a single combo, and you want to play cards? In your dreams."

"Mom, why are you so good at this?!"

"I’ll open some packs for you. Now you play properly."

The snack shop also had Monster King Cards. Chansi Yu’s mother promptly took out a few packs and threw them to the Missionary of Love along with his previous cards.

"Open them. We’ll build it together."

"Yes."

"How did you build this deck? Don’t you know how to compress your deck down to forty cards?"

"Mhm."

"This card looks good, but the cost is too high. You’ll never be able to play it."

"Mhm."

"And this one is useless after one banish. Graveyard retrieval is unreliable. Can’t you use your brain a little?"

...

Watching Chansi Yu’s mother skillfully help the Missionary of Love build his deck, Duan Fei instantly felt the Power of a mother’s love.

From Beginner to expert in one hour—the Power of a mother’s love truly was great.

’Being protected by a mother’s love must be something the Missionary of Love has always dreamed of.’

There was no suspense in what happened next.

Under the supervision of Chansi Yu’s mother, they couldn’t bullshit too outrageously during the process, nor could they use any physical force outside the game.

For the sake of the so-called "learning experience," Chansi Yu’s mother played the role of referee very well. She made their card game surprisingly legitimate and even showed some of the watching elementary schoolers that Monster King could actually be a little interesting if you didn’t bullshit your way through it.

In the end, the Missionary of Love was finally defeated, but he was in a surprisingly good mood.

"I can’t believe you used a mother’s love against me. I’ve lost this time," he said, shaking his head regretfully.

But he immediately perked up, pointed at Duan Fei, and shouted, "But Duan Someone, next time, I will find an even more selfless and purer love! When we meet again, you’d better be ready to accept it!"

"So gay," Duan Fei sighed helplessly.

"So gay," the Shadow God, who had returned mid-game, also sighed.

Cuihua couldn’t speak, but she nodded forcefully.

Taking back the champion’s certificate that had been stolen from him from the Missionary of Love, Duan Fei realized his only remaining opponent was Jinghong.

At this time, there were still two hours before the dungeon instance would forcibly end.

Using his last yuan, Duan Fei bought a bag of "Mimi" shrimp crackers and a small bottle of Coke from the snack shop. As promised, he gave the snacks to Jinghong and then said, "Jinghong, let’s have a serious game."

"No, let’s play a fun game," Jinghong said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her cards.

"Hmm... alright."

A quarter of an hour later, after finishing their game, Duan Fei looked at Jinghong helplessly. He felt she had taken the "fun" part a bit too far.

She had stuffed three copies of the "Handshake" card into her deck.

Three copies of the "Hug" card.

Three copies of the "Eye Contact" card.

"Designated Language"...

"Whisper in the Ear"...

Jinghong had used all sorts of bizarre cards, making Duan Fei wonder if she had some other motive.

After finally managing to defeat Jinghong, Duan Fei held the seven champion certificates, feeling quite emotional.

’I finally got them!’

The seven champion certificates looked like they were cut out from a magazine. When pieced together in a certain order, they formed a "Proof of the King" from the magazine.

Once Duan Fei finished piecing it together, he heard a system prompt: "Special item, [False Summoner’s Certificate], has been obtained. After the current dungeon instance ends, you will receive the Profession change item, [Summoner’s Certificate]. You may now exit the dungeon instance, or wait for the time to run out to be automatically exited."

Letting out a long breath, Duan Fei felt that obtaining this item hadn’t been too difficult.

Not like Jinghong, who had run two whole dungeons for a single Profession.

The only unfortunate thing was that this dungeon hadn’t revealed what his Talent Effect was. Otherwise, it might have been even more interesting.

He thought the dungeon instance was over, but when he saw Jinghong was still eating shrimp crackers, he suddenly felt something was off.

"Jinghong, how long have you been eating those shrimp crackers?"

"I don’t know, I’ve just been eating them this whole time," Jinghong said, licking the powder off her fingers. "But I haven’t drunk the Coke yet. Do you want some?"

Walking over in confusion, Duan Fei discovered that the bag of shrimp crackers was still full.

He tried taking out a large handful, only to find the bag was still full.

He poured out the Coke and found that it seemed to be bottomless; no matter how much he poured, there was always more.

’So that’s what it is... Did the amount of snacks I bought myself get locked in? No, I bought some before, and this didn’t happen. It must be that the amount of snacks I bought *at this specific snack shop* got locked in.’

Smiling faintly, Duan Fei thought this Talent was truly amazing!

He waved for Cuihua, the Shadow God, and the Missionary of Love to sit down and called over Song Zhe and a short kid. The group began to play cards for fun, bullshitting all sorts of ridiculous effects. They spent their final moments happily, eating the endless shrimp crackers and drinking the endless Coke.

The fires of July began to fade, the summer heat receded, and the cicadas sang their final songs. All things were slowly moving toward a new stage, ready to greet a new beginning.

The elementary schoolers’ summer had ended.

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