148: Chapter 148 The alien loli calls Jiang Chen "Dad"?

Those two words were very soft.

So soft they were like a feather landing on the surface of water, not even having time to create ripples.

But to Jiang Chen's ears, these two words were no different than two torpedoes loaded with antimatter warheads, detonating directly on top of his skull.

"Buzz—"

Jiang Chen only felt his head buzzing, his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

He stiffly lowered his head to look at the silver-haired loli who was hugging his thigh, tilting her exquisite little face up, and looking at him with eyes full of adoration and reliance.

Her voice was soft and sweet, her pronunciation standard, even carrying a hint of a spoiled nasal tone:

"Daddy."

"Hungry."

Dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

In the vast hall of the ruins, the mechanical sounds that were originally running seemed to have vanished. Only the whistling wind from the ventilation ducts in the distance remained, as if mocking the absurdity of this world.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic collision broke the silence.

It was Zhao Gang, who had been following behind on guard.

This battle-hardened king of special forces, who would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, looked as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn't even hold his high-energy laser rifle steady, and it slammed directly onto the alloy floor.

He didn't bother to pick up the gun, instead gaping with his mouth wide open, staring fixedly at Jiang Chen with a complex gaze mixed with shock, admiration, confusion, and the look of "Boss, you're really asking for a prison sentence."

"Bo... Boss?"

Zhao Gang stammered, his voice trembling:

"Is... is this what you meant by... coming to the moon to 'take refuge'?"

"So you often came here for business trips? Or rather..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his imagination instantly breaking through the sky:

"Is this... a debt of romance you left behind on the moon all those years ago?"

"Romance your uncle!"

Jiang Chen finally came back to his senses and roared in exasperation, "I'm only twenty-one this year! This kid looks like she's thousands of years old! Where would I go to give birth to such a big daughter? Did I time travel or reincarnate?!"

While roaring, he desperately tried to pry the "pendant" off his leg.

"Kid! Don't call me that! You have to take responsibility for calling people names randomly!"

Jiang Chen was sweating profusely in his anxiety, "Who is your dad? Look clearly! I am an Earthling! You are an alien! We aren't even the same species! Look at your ears, they're pointed! Look at this hair, it's silver!"

However.

The little loli with the codename "Hill" didn't listen to his explanation at all.

She seemed to have determined one thing:

The man before her emitted an energy fluctuation that made her feel incomparably intimate and at ease. It was the scent of the system, and also the scent of the creator (same origin as Wasteland technology).

In her underlying logic, this equaled—Daddy.

"Daddy..."

Seeing Jiang Chen trying to push her away, Hill pouted aggrievedly, her eyes instantly turning red.

Not only did she not let go, but she hugged even tighter. She even rubbed her little face, stained with nutrient solution, against Jiang Chen's tens-of-thousands-of-dollars tactical pants, leaving a large water stain.

"Don't leave Hill behind..."

"Hill will be good... Hill is very capable..."

"Don't... don't lock me in the dark jar again..."

The voice was miserable and pathetic.

Paired with that pitiful appearance, it was enough to make anyone who heard it sad, and anyone who saw it shed tears.

Jiang Chen felt like a Chen Shimei who had abandoned his wife and daughter, with the label "scum man" plastered all over his body.

Just as he was in a panic and unable to defend himself.

A chill capable of freezing the soul suddenly struck from behind.

That feeling was colder than the absolute zero on the lunar surface, and more suffocating than the vacuum outside.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of high heels stepping on the metal floor was slow and rhythmic.

Each step felt like it was stepping on the tip of Jiang Chen's heart.

Jiang Chen's body froze.

He turned his neck extremely slowly and with extreme difficulty to look behind him.

He saw Academician Chen Shuyin standing less than five meters away from him.

She was carrying that silver toolbox in her hand and wearing a white protective suit (she had taken off her helmet after entering the ruins). Her usually cool and intelligent face was currently devoid of any expression.

Calm.

Terribly calm.

She pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, the lenses reflecting a cold light that concealed the raging storm in her eyes.

"Jiang Chen."

Her voice was very light and gentle, yet it carried an oppressive force that made one want to kneel down immediately and cry "Spare me, Your Majesty":

"If it's not too much trouble, could you please explain."

"Why is it that we've been on the moon for less than an hour..."

"And you've already picked up such a cute... in these desolate ruins where even birds don't poop..."

Academician Chen Shuyin pointed at the little girl who was hugging Jiang Chen's thigh tightly and looking at her with a wary expression, the corners of her mouth curling into a spine-chilling cold sneer:

"Daughter?"

"And, she calls you so affectionately, so skillfully?"

"Is this your illegitimate daughter? Or perhaps the child bride of the 'Galactic Empire' prince you are?"

Jiang Chen felt his scalp go numb, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

What kind of top-tier Shura field is this?

Wolves (Hill) in front, tigers (Academician Chen Shuyin) behind, and a Sword of Damocles (Jiang Wanqiu) hanging overhead.

This life is impossible to live!

"Misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding!"

Jiang Chen raised his hands in surrender, his brain racing to fabricate a reasonable explanation:

"Old Chen, you're a scientist, you have to believe in science!"

"This is definitely a translation error! Really!"

Jiang Chen pointed at Hill with a straight face:

"You know, this is an alien civilization, their language system is different from ours!"

"In their culture, the pronunciation of 'Daddy' might not mean father at all!"

"Then what does it mean?" Academician Chen Shuyin crossed her arms, watching him make things up coldly.

"It... it means Officer! Yes! That's it, Officer!"

Jiang Chen thought he was a genius, the more he spoke, the smoother it got:

"Think about it, she's a biochemical weapon, and I'm the authority holder who woke her up. In the military, when a subordinate sees a superior, they definitely have to call them Officer!"

"It's just that the pronunciation on their planet is quite special, and the pronunciation of 'Officer' just happened to collide with the Chinese word for 'Daddy'!"

"This is called a transliteration coincidence! Understand? Just like the English word 'Die' and the Chinese word 'dai' (bring), this is purely a coincidence!"

Jiang Chen wiped his sweat, feeling his explanation was flawless and logically closed.

However.

Academician Chen Shuyin did not show the sudden realization he had expected.

On the contrary.

She looked at Jiang Chen, the chill in her eyes intensifying, even carrying a hint of "Do you take me for an idiot" disdain.

"Officer?"

Academician Chen Shuyin sneered, approaching step by step.

"Jiang Chen, have you forgotten what I do for a living?"

"I am in scientific research, and I also have some knowledge of linguistics."

She walked up to Jiang Chen, bent down, and looked directly at the little loli who was hiding behind Jiang Chen and baring her teeth at her.

"Little sister."

Academician Chen Shuyin suddenly put on a gentle smile, although the smile hid a knife:

"What did you call him just now? Can you say it again?"

Hill blinked.

Although her IQ wasn't high (after all, she was a weapon), biological instinct made her perceive the danger of the woman in front of her.

This was an enemy.

An enemy who came to snatch "Daddy".

Therefore.

Hill hugged Jiang Chen's thigh tighter, tilted her head up, and shouted loudly in an extremely clear, standard, and provocative Mandarin:

"Dad! Dad!"

Every word was clear and rounded.

It even had a bit of a Beijing accent.

Academician Chen Shuyin straightened her back, the smile on her face instantly vanishing, her gaze piercing Jiang Chen like a knife:

"Did you hear that?"

"Standard Grade A Mandarin."

"Jiang Chen, don't tell me that the official language of aliens from tens of thousands of years ago is Mandarin Chinese?"

"Or is it..."

She approached another step, her finger poking Jiang Chen's chest, gritting her teeth:

"You've actually been hiding a beauty in this ruin all along?"

"To raise this illegitimate daughter, you even went as far as building a Space Elevator to run away?"

"You... you actually have this kind of fetish?!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

It's over.

It's completely impossible to explain now.

Looking at Academician Chen Shuyin's look of impending rage, and then looking at the clingy little thing on his leg who was still constantly shouting "Daddy hungry, Daddy hug".

Jiang Chen closed his eyes in despair.

He suddenly felt that compared to facing this suffocating Shura field here, he would rather go outside and fight those real aliens for three hundred rounds.

"What a sin..."

Jiang Chen sighed up at the sky.

"I just wanted to come to the moon to hide in peace..."

"How did I... end up becoming a father?!"