StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

Chapter 237 Impact on City Appearance

"We've arrived." Desk opened the hatch and carried Shen Qingqing off the aircraft.

“I can walk by myself.” Shen Qingqing struggled for a moment.

After looking down and seeing that it was more than three meters above the ground, it gave up struggling.

"I'd like to trouble you to help me out."

She doesn't want to become a worm cake yet.

Perhaps because he had only recently returned, Desk did not send out his flashy purple flight fleet for escort, but instead chose to use an economical civilian aircraft as his means of transportation.

"Where's your flying fleet? You mean that purple one from before, the really flashy one?" Shen Qingqing asked.

Where did they go?

Desker's expression visibly crumbled.

"You really don't know the reason?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head.

What does she know?

"Okay, I knew it must have been that bug from Andorra who did this."

Deske got angry when the topic came up and poured out his grievances to Shen Qingqing.

"Qingqing, you don't know, as soon as my father and I got off the spaceship, we were stopped by the Zerg tax bureau. They said my flying fleet needed to pay the consumption tax I hadn't paid in full before, and that I would have to apply for an air route in advance if I wanted to take off in the future, otherwise they wouldn't let me fly. After I paid the money, I went out to play without applying for an air route, and my spaceship was towed away."

"Now the aircraft and my headshot are displayed in the central exhibition hall. I don't dare to go out on the street now, for fear of being recognized."

Deske cried.

"And you don't know that this despicable Andorra actually created a Zerg credit score system. Violating Zerg regulations deducts one point per violation, and three points for serious offenses, with a maximum of ten points. I've already lost four points for tax evasion and flying without applying for flight routes, so now I only have six points left, sob sob..."

This left Shen Qingqing completely stunned.

She remembered that when she handed over the contents of her discussion with Ge Yuan to Andorra, there was no mention of credit scores.

So Andorra actually made improvements and additions to the original design.

Andorra, the Zerg's workaholic, truly deserves the title.

"A credit score below five means you're restricted from even entering or leaving the country?" Shen Qingqing couldn't help but ask, her tone slightly teasing.

“Yes!” Deske sighed heavily, as if he wanted to vent all the frustration he had accumulated over the past three months.

"I can't even get into the Zerg's high-end restaurants anymore; I can only eat in those ordinary canteens. You know, I'm a Zerg with good taste; how could I stand the food in those places?"

Shen Qingqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Desk has always considered himself the aristocrat among the Zerg nobles, and usually has extremely high standards of living. However, he has now been forced to lower his living standards due to his credit score, which explains his frustration.

"So what are you going to do now? You can't keep going like this, can you?" Shen Qingqing asked, her tone full of concern.

“What else can we do?” Deske shrugged helplessly. “I can only keep working at the training base and slowly accumulate credits. Andor said that as long as I perform well, my credits will gradually increase. But… how long will that take!”

As he spoke, he wiped his eyes again, as if he had truly shed a few bitter tears.

"Good boy, take your time. One day you'll have enough credits to exchange for credits." Shen Qingqing patted his shoulder, barely managing to suppress her laughter.

Only Andor could use such a method to detain Desk and several elders to work for the Zerg.

"By the way, what are you responsible for at the base?" Shen Qingqing looked at his flamboyant appearance, which didn't seem like the proper person who would educate larvae.

"To become a teacher."

Desker handed the bag back to her, pouting and reluctantly.

"You can be a teacher too?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqing found it unbelievable.

To make this insect race, whose limbs are exposed in broad daylight, act as teachers who educate and raise insects?

What a joke!

It's absolutely misleading and harmful to young people.

"Huh? Why can't I be one? No matter what, I'm a bug who received traditional Zerg education, and I deserve to be ranked in the top 100 in terms of ability. It would be a waste of my talent for me to teach those little brats!"

Desk turned around with a flourish, his purple eyes brimming with confident and assertive admiration for his own charm.

The tail hook behind it swished back and forth, revealing the metallic texture befitting an arthropod under the cool moonlight, swaying in an alluring arc.

"So what do you teach?"

"I'm the etiquette teacher for Zerg larvae!" Desk proudly raised his head, his tone full of smugness.

"How about it? Never seen this before, have you?"

"Etiquette teacher? You?" Shen Qingqing stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at the obviously unreliable insectoid in front of her.

How could he become an etiquette teacher? Is Andorra blind?

Deske, chin held high, was ready to receive praise from his doting mother, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't receive the praise he deserved.

She peeked through her tightly closed eyes and saw Shen Qingqing touching her chin, looking deep in thought.

"No, is this something strange?" Desk asked, puzzled.

Is it wrong for him to be the etiquette teacher?

Shen Qingqing: ...

“Actually, I’m a little worried about the larvae’s level of education, and you…” Looking at the tail hook swaying behind Desk, Shen Qingqing swallowed her words and spoke again.

"By the way, could you please put your tail away? Leaving it out like that really affects the city's appearance."

"Ah, you mean this?" The tail hook, shimmering with purple light, obediently moved over from behind and rubbed against Desk's cheek.

"But don't you think that's very attractive?"

“I don’t think so,” Shen Qingqing cruelly interrupted his fantasy, “and what you’re doing is a bad influence on the children.”

Desk: ... (Silently retracts the tail hook) (Pretends to be nonchalant) (Turns around) (Pulls up his pants) (Without looking back) (Strides away)

Desker—he's angry, really, I'm not kidding.

"Hey, slow down! I can't keep up with you anymore." Seeing this, Shen Qingqing, carrying her small bag, jogged to keep up with him.

Still sulking, Desker seemed to have lost all his strength and ability.

He has now given up all hope of survival.

—Maybe there's still a tiny bit of hope.

Keep your steps within a reasonable range.

You can't walk too fast, or you'll seem impatient;

We can't walk too slowly, or Shen Qingqing will catch up with us.

The two insects arrived at the legendary Zerg training base one after the other.

"Here, this is the place you want to go."

Seeing the familiar black gate, Desker clearly didn't want to recall the past when he used to teach children to play games here.

His face turned ashen in an instant. "That's also where I work."