StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

Chapter 242 Barrick Tower Casino

Andorra's eyelids twitched twice as he worked through the night on official business.

I pressed my forehead impatiently and slowly rubbed my temples, trying to relieve the dull ache of fatigue.

It was only a little past five o'clock. Andor figured it was still early, but he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

I wonder how Qingqing is doing.

There was no clock in the room; his biological clock was always out of control, and he judged the time by the color of the sky.

Andor put down the quill pen he was using to review official documents, and walked wearily to the back of the mahogany chair, in front of the curtain with a huge red velvet drape.

A delicate golden rope, woven into the shape of wheat ears, is lightly held in the fingertips, and the velvet curtains hanging on the ground are slowly pulled open to both sides.

As the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn, a kaleidoscope of colors shifted between deep blue, light blue, and orange, appearing in the distance and intertwining dreamlike. The sky, shrouded in the enchanting glow of daybreak, formed a breathtaking canvas of the heavens.

But his mind didn't linger on the beautiful scenery for long.

After checking the sky, he turned around, picked up his still-wet quill pen, and continued to work on the unfinished official duties.

At that time, Andorra was still reviewing official documents, while Shen Qingqing had already mingled in the teaching building and was peering into the classroom through the small window at the back door.

Suddenly, the larvae in the classroom felt a death stare directed at them.

Looking back, there was nothing there. Not only that, but the teacher also criticized him for looking around during class.

"No looking around during class, look at the blackboard."

What are you looking at me for? Do I have words on my face?

Let's start with some classic quotes from teachers.

Through the small window, Shen Qingqing's head peeked out, secretly observing the knowledge being imparted inside, and the larvae being immersed in that knowledge.

The lecture content was flawless. That's Shen Qingqing's assessment.

Desk leaned against the doorway in the corridor, quietly watching Shen Qingqing without saying a word.

Someone's little bug, not tall enough, moved a stool, stood on it, and peeked through the small window at the back of the classroom.

Apart from Shen Qingqing being too short, the only other members of the Zerg race were the newly hatched larvae.

Taking notes on moral education lessons in a small notebook, Shen Qingqing was able to roughly determine that the Zerg were born with a kind of obedience to the Zerg Queen.

This kind of obedience needs no reason, regardless of right or wrong.

It's a bond of blood, a stimulating pull of pheromones.

Desk, who witnessed the whole process, stepped forward and gently hooked his finger, suspending the chair that Shen Qingqing had struggled to move in his hand.

"Qingqing's gone. You don't want to be surrounded by those larvae begging and acting cute after class, do you?"

As Deske spoke, he reached out and pulled Shen Qingqing over as well.

"Lia doesn't have time to see us right now. Let's go do something fun."

Having made up her mind to abolish the kneeling ceremony, Shen Qingqing sent the edited content to Andorra via her terminal.

The article strongly criticizes the servile culture inherent in kneeling rituals and emphasizes that she must never witness such a thing again.

Andorl replied immediately upon receiving the message: 【Received, Queen. Andorl will do her utmost to complete it.】

Shen Qingqing didn't read the long message Andorra sent next; she just gave a perfunctory reply and closed the terminal.

On the other hand, Andor, who had received the reply "Hmm, you handle it," knew without thinking that Shen Qingqing hadn't read what he had sent.

He clearly posted: "Why did the Insect Queen wake up so early? Should I send her something?"

Shaking his head, Andor said that his insect queen trusted him too much, daring to entrust him with anything.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingqing was held in Desk's arms as he carried a stool to the entertainment area.

— Hundreds of kilometers away from the Zerg training base lies the bustling Barrick Tower Entertainment City, a sacred place for entertainment.

Barrick Tower is the most prosperous entertainment center of the Zerg, with its design drafted by Selit and its construction organized by Goiwan.

Even in the dim light, the towering buildings were still brightly lit, their colorful lights dazzling, and the air was filled with various faint fragrances. Standing on this land, one would have the illusion of sitting on a cloud.

Shen Qingqing looked at the huge billboards surrounded by colorful lights that appeared above the city cluster. Holographic projections were everywhere, and the latest sci-fi blockbusters and idol dramas were projected onto the sci-fi walls of the city buildings.

A male insect carrying a gentleman's walking stick and a female insect dressed in gorgeous clothes stroll hand in hand down the street, enjoying their own unique after-drinking pastime.

The stark contrast between the retro Zerg base and the modern entertainment complex created a strong sense of dissonance for Shen Qingqing.

They were like primitive insects that had traveled from ancient times, completely unsophisticated.

Shen Qingqing tugged at Desk's sleeve, looking around as if she had never seen such a bustling and exciting entertainment venue before, unable to stop looking around.

Her reaction was exactly what Deske had expected.

Desk knew that the Queen of the Insects always stayed in the temple, receiving only the most harmless high-level education and cultural content that had been carefully selected before being presented to her.

Their daily entertainment consisted of nothing more than strolling around the backyard or, under the protection of the Zerg army, visiting a famous island or tourist destination.

The Queen of Insects would never have come into contact with an entertainment venue like Barrick Tower, a place rife with debauchery and lust.

Desk, familiar with the route, led Shen Qingqing off the aircraft and to a magnificent building.

Under the dazzling lights of various colors, everything in Barrick Tower seemed to be tinged with a light, decadent, and intoxicating glow.

Shen Qingqing let Desk carry her into a bar called "Courtesy," a place she had never been to before.

There's an unwritten rule in the taverns here—if another Zerg offers you a drink, not refusing means you accept.

Deske ordered a glass of low-alcohol fruit wine for Shen Qingqing.

Watching the pink liquid flow down the clear, beautiful glass into her pink lips, Deske swallowed hard and turned her face away rather uncomfortably.

They didn't hide their identities when they arrived, but at Desk's insistence, Shen Qingqing wore a necklace that suppressed pheromone scent.

A black bow was wrapped around the necklace, peeking out from the side of her neck. The contrast between black and white created a strong visual impact, making Shen Qingqing look like a beautifully wrapped gift waiting to be unwrapped by her owner.

Shen Qingqing, who was still sipping fruit wine, was already a little tipsy. Her fair face was flushed, and her expression was somewhat dazed.

Sitting alone at the bar, Shen Qingqing ordered another glass of fruit wine. Her two slender, white legs, as delicate as lotus roots, were exposed on the high stool, and above them was a plain-colored skirt.

Shen Qingqing was wearing a jacket when she arrived, but the temperature inside the bar was just right for wearing a light jacket, but too hot to wear a jacket, whether it was due to a temperature regulator or the large number of insects.