Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 161 - 160: The Young Lady Reveals Her Trump Card, and the Officer Is Stunned!
Next, came its body.
It wasn’t the tiny black color of an ordinary Red-eyed Wasp.
Its size was a whole circle larger than the ordinary Red-eyed Wasp recorded in books!
Its entire body, from head to toe, from antennae to wings.
Had a brilliant, dazzling metallic sheen like it was forged of pure gold!
It stood on the egg shell, slowly spreading its shimmering golden wings.
An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire greenhouse.
As if a monarch had descended.
The golden queen bee.
Was born.
As the sun barely peeked out, the field was already surrounded by people.
The air was filled with tension.
Chen Zhiyuan stood in the middle of the field ridge, carrying a large green pesticide sprayer.
Behind him stood more than a dozen boys, each holding a pesticide can.
"Three days are up!"
Chen Zhiyuan glanced at his watch and shouted loudly.
"Professor Wang, a bet is a bet."
He kicked away a clod of earth at his feet.
"If that young lady is too embarrassed to come, we’re not waiting."
"For the honor of the school, I’ll spray the pesticide right now!"
Professor Wang stood in front, his hair blown into a mess by the wind.
"No way!"
The old man spread his arms wide like a hen defending its chicks.
"We agreed on three days, it’s only seven in the morning! It’s not over until it’s twelve!"
Dean Li stood to the side, his face grim, his hands behind his back, saying nothing.
Clearly, he had also lost his patience.
The barren cotton field was heart-wrenching to look at.
"Professor, stop being stubborn!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Chen Zhiyuan reached out to push Professor Wang’s arm aside.
"You’re getting senile, messing around with a freshman, if word gets out..."
"Step aside."
A cold voice broke the silence, like ice crashing to the ground.
The crowd automatically parted to make a path.
Lin Wan Yi, wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, approached.
She wasn’t carrying any tools.
Only holding a black insulated box.
Behind her was Song Wen, the glasses-wearing girl, carrying two boxes in her arms.
The two walked briskly.
Chen Zhiyuan saw her and smirked.
"Oh, you’re here?"
He patted the pesticide canister, making a dull thumping sound.
"Lin Wan Yi, have you written your withdrawal application?"
"If you don’t know how, I can help you?"
The surrounding crowd erupted into laughter.
Lin Wan Yi didn’t even blink.
She walked straight to the edge of the field.
Set down the box.
"Song Wen, hang the cards."
"Yes!"
Song Wen didn’t waste words, opened the box.
Inside were stacks of golden paper cards.
Not ordinary paper.
Covered in dense golden bumps.
Like a layer of gold dust sprinkled on top.
In the sunlight, it was dazzling.
Chen Zhiyuan leaned over to take a look, immediately backed away covering his nose.
"What on earth is this?"
"Is this your secret weapon? Stickers?"
"Are you here to decorate the cotton plants for the new year?"
He laughed again.
Laughed until he doubled over.
Lin Wan Yi ignored him.
She picked up an egg card and gently hung it on a withered cotton stalk.
One card.
Then another.
Song Wen was on the other side, working quickly.
In less than ten minutes.
The once yellow and desolate cotton field was covered with these golden cards.
A gust of wind blew.
A rustling sound filled the air.
As if calling back the dead.
"Enough, stop the performance."
Chen Zhiyuan lost his patience.
He shook the pressurization lever of the sprayer.
"Hiss——"
The nozzle sprayed out a pungent white mist.
"Everyone, get to work!"
"Soak these lousy papers for me!"
He raised the nozzle, about to storm into the field.
"Buzz——"
A deep sound resonated.
It didn’t sound like insects.
More like a heavy truck approaching from a distance.
Chen Zhiyuan paused.
"What’s that noise?"
He looked around.
No one spoke.
Everyone was gazing upwards, mouths agape, staring dumbly at the field.
Professor Wang’s hands were trembling.
He pointed at that piece of land.
"They... they’ve come out..."
Chen Zhiyuan followed his finger to look.
The next second.
"Clang!"
The sprayer in his hand heavily smashed onto his foot.
A chunk of iron weighing dozens of pounds.
It hit solidly.
"Ow—!"
Chen Zhiyuan jumped up, clutching his foot, his facial features scrunched up from the pain.
But no one looked at him.
Everyone’s gaze was locked onto the scene in front of them.
Those golden cards exploded.
It wasn’t an explosion.
It was a hatching.
Countless golden dots emerged from the cards.
They weren’t black.
They were pure gold.
Each was the size of a grain of rice, their wings reflecting a metallic sheen in the sunlight.
One.
Ten thousand.
A million.
In an instant.
The withered cotton field was shrouded in a layer of golden mist.
"Buzz—!!!"
The sound suddenly grew louder.
That wasn’t the sound of a few insects.
It was the war cry of millions charging forward.
The golden mist didn’t fly about chaotically.
They seemed like a disciplined army.
They circled once in the air.
Then.
In the very center.
A massive queen bee, as if forged of gold, took flight.
It let out a sharp screech.
All the golden bees dove instantly.
Their target was clear.
Directly towards the bollworms still writhing on the cotton stalks.
"They’re killing! They’re killing!"
Frightened, Chen Zhiyuan plopped down on the ground, scrambling backward with hands and feet.
The golden bees brushed past his scalp as they flew by.
But these "killers" had no interest in him.
They only cared about the pests.
A plump bollworm was munching on a leaf.
A flash of gold.
The Red-eyed Wasp landed precisely on its back.
The stinger pierced in.
Laying eggs.
Swift, precise, and ruthless.
The once-arrogant caterpillar stiffened instantly and rolled off the leaf.
"This..."
Dean Li removed his glasses, wiping them vigorously before putting them back on.
"Old Wang, is this... a Red-eyed Wasp?"
"This damn thing is like a Red-eyed Wasp spirit!"
Professor Wang was too excited to speak.
He knelt at the edge of the field, scooping up a handful of soil.
In the soil lay the once-aggressive but now lifeless bollworms.
Within just a few minutes.
The cotton field, once teeming with pests, was quiet.
Only that nerve-wracking yet exhilarating buzzing could be heard.
Lin Wan Yi stood amidst the golden mist.
A few golden bees landed on her shoulder, nuzzling her collar affectionately.
She didn’t dodge.
She turned around, looking at Chen Zhiyuan sitting on the ground, sweating in pain.
She took off her mask.
Revealing an exceptionally radiant face.
"Mr. Chen."
"Is this what you call superstition?"
Chen Zhiyuan’s mouth hung open, making hoarse sounds like a chicken being strangled.
He couldn’t utter a single word.
Completely overwhelmed.
Lin Wan Yi dusted off her hands.
"Job’s done."
She turned to leave.
Her gaze swept across the end of the field ridge.
Her steps halted.
A military green jeep was parked there.
Next to the car door.
A tall figure stood leaning against it.
In a crisp military uniform, the star insignia on the epaulettes gleamed in the sunlight.
Gu Yanshen.
He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
Those eyes, usually as cold as ice, were now fixed intently on her.
As if he wanted to devour her whole.
The scene just now.
He witnessed it all.
Lin Wan Yi’s heart skipped a beat.
