diskusbooks Chapter 187 You are the second man Miss brought home
Chapter 187 You are the second man Miss brought home
On the other side, Sang Ling, walking home with cheerful steps, turned and wandered into an abandoned little park.
They walked along and suddenly disappeared.
The people who were secretly following her were startled and, without bothering to hide, hurriedly ran forward to search around. The group looked around anxiously.
"What do we do now?" one person asked anxiously.
"What can we do? Search for them!" the leader growled sharply.
"Are you looking for me?" Sang Ling, who had disappeared, suddenly reappeared behind them, greeting them with a smile.
The group was shocked, stunned, and panicked.
"Boss, what do we do? We've been discovered," the underling asked in a low voice.
"Don't be afraid, she's all alone. There are so many of us, why would we be afraid of her?" The leader's eyes hardened.
"But I heard she's incredibly powerful, capable of taking down an entire team by herself." The younger brother hesitated, his eyes darting around, too afraid to step forward.
"Does she look like she could take down a whole squad? It must be a smokescreen. Enough talk, get the hell out of here, capture her alive." The leader sneered disdainfully.
The group, persuaded by their leader, approached Sang Ling step by step.
"If the little girl surrenders obediently, she'll suffer less physical pain. How about that?" The leader raised an eyebrow and said confidently.
Sang Ling remained silent, only smiling, appearing extremely harmless.
As the other person reached out to grab her, a tall figure suddenly appeared and blocked her way, grabbing the hand and forcefully twisting it away.
Screams like those of a pig being slaughtered echoed through the air.
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late. The figure moved swiftly among them like a ghost, and screams filled the air.
Two minutes later, Sang Ling came to the boss, who was lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, looked down at him, and spoke casually.
"Sorry, I'm not alone."
Boss: "I beep beep beep beep beep..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth.
The young man, having finished everything, slowly raised his eyes and explained casually, "Too noisy."
Sang Ling looked at him and pursed her lips. "Cilantro."
Cilantro remained expressionless, but her posture became inexplicably more obedient, standing quietly in front of her, as cold and aloof as a statue.
"Why are you here?" Sang Ling sighed softly and asked in a gentle tone.
Cilantro pulled something out of her pocket. "I brought this for you."
Sang Ling looked at the shiny little ball in his palm and called out its name, "Coriander No. 2".
The little broken ball that came back with her had run out of energy, so after she woke up, she handed it over to Song Chuyi to take to the laboratory to recharge.
The name brought a strange emotion to Cilantro's usually cold face. She asked indifferently and with a hint of doubt, "Why is it called Cilantro No. 2?"
"Didn't you notice?" Sang Ling asked back.
"What?" A rare look of confusion appeared on Cilantro's usually stern face.
“Coriander No. 2 chip is a clone of your chip.” After saying this, Sang Ling paused, then said in a serious tone, “It can also be said to be your son.”
Cilantro's usually calm pupils trembled slightly.
The little broken ball wobbling in his palm seemed to understand, and it turned around unsteadily, with two words flashing with colorful light suddenly appearing above its head.
"Ba Ba?"
Seeing these two words makes my cilantro want to split open.
The voice had a calm sense of collapse.
Why are there words on its head?
"Oh, I upgraded it when I was bored underground. How is it? Does it look good?" Sang Ling looked at the colorful text on the little broken ball's head and was even satisfied.
Cilantro remained silent, her eyes fixed on the wobbly little ball in her hand.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Can I delete this part of the program?"
Sang Ling smiled, "No."
coriander:……
"Do you want to come home with me?" Sang Ling suddenly asked, looking at the silent, downcast cilantro.
"Are you going back to the lab?" Xiangcai looked up, her dark eyes like deep pools, reflecting Sang Ling's image.
"No, we're going back to the Sang family."
Cilantro paused, seemingly deep in thought, and replied after a few seconds, "But I'm not human, so I might not be able to fit in with them."
Sang Ling waved her hand dismissively, "To blend in with them, you don't need to be human, you just need to be crazy enough."
coriander:???
Sang Ling returned to the Sang family home with the 1.8-meter-tall cilantro.
When they returned home, Sang's mother happened to be home as well. When she saw Xiangcai following Sang Ling in, her eyes lit up and she went to greet her with tears in her eyes.
"Youyou, could this be Mommy's eighth child, lost for so many years...?" she asked expectantly.
“He is my friend,” Sang Ling interrupted expressionlessly.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Sang's mother's eyes, but she quickly smiled again, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the cilantro.
"Oh, so you're Youyou's friend. You're quite handsome, young man. Would you be interested in becoming my son?" Sang's mother had a strange auntie smile on her face.
coriander:???
After a long afternoon of running around, Sang Ling was numb and about to go upstairs to rest when suddenly another figure ran up to Xiang Cai.
"You're the second man Miss brought home," Uncle Zhang said with a look of satisfaction.
Sang Ling: "..."
Wang Ma, who was a step too slow, looked completely bewildered.
Wait, isn't that one of her lines?