Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Inside the garden, the four males had split into two teams. Youyou and his father were a team, while Little Yichen and his uncle were the other. By the look of things, the older twin with his uncle had the upper hand in this game.
The boy shook hands with his uncle as the latter revealed an eerie smile. The two then turned to the other team and declared, “Both of you are done for! We’ll knock the hell outta you!”
The younger twin retorted defiantly, “Uncle, don’t underestimate our fighting prowess! Don’t celebrate too soon; my dad and I will give you a taste of defeat!”
His mother stifled a chuckle when she heard that.
Pretty soon, the father and son managed to build a sturdy snow ‘fortress’ with each other’s help.
One thing was worth mentioning here; the younger boy had a ‘flair’ for snowball fights. He knew, very early, that a snow fortress would not stay up for long; hence, he went to find some discarded tiles to build a small fort before piling the snow on top of it. Even his father was impressed.
His son looked at the grown-up staring at his ‘mastery work’ and reminded disdainfully, “Daddy, what are you staring at? Go ready the ‘ammunition’!”
The man was perturbed by his son’s disdain. He gave a snort and proceeded to stoop at one side to prepare the snowballs quietly.
“Make sure the snowballs are big enough! Pat the snow to make a tight ball, or else it’ll disintegrate.”
After the lad got his fortress ready, he squatted down to prepare some snowballs too. He then started to lay out his plan to his father, sounding pesky. “Once we start the fight, I’ll oversee the defense while you supervise the attack. I’ll make the balls for you.”
His father nodded like an obedient soldier as his son barked out orders like a commander who was bent on victory.
They managed to get a heap of snowballs ready within a short period.
The boy continued. “There’s no need to be gentlemanly in a snowball fight. We aren’t here to look good; we must kick their butts until they beg for mercy on their knees!”
Mu Yazhe could imagine how his brother-in-law would go on his knees before him and let out an evil grin.
Okay, let’s fight!
Meanwhile, on Gong Jie’s side, the uncle-nephew pair had barely gotten their snow fortress ready. Even though Little Yichen was a brilliant fighter, he was rather tardy and useless when it came to mapping background operations. The same could be said for his uncle.
While Youyou’s team had gotten their snowballs ready after building their base, the other team had only managed to build half the fort.
Just as the uncle and nephew were debating on how to fortify their base, the father and son started their rolling attack.
A solid snowball came hurling in the air and hit Gong Jie right in the head with a PLOP!
The man let out a yelp before falling, face-down, to the ground, while his nephew witnessed this with wide-eyed disbelief.
Typically, a snowball would quickly disintegrate once it hit somebody. However, the father-son duo managed to make theirs firm and tough by eliminating excess moisture. Somehow, the man succeeded in packing the snow into tight balls with his crushing strength, so much so that they resembled ice balls, instead. Hence, the snowball he hurled had struck the other man’s head hard without disintegrating. A snowball like this could hurt like a solid rock.
As the young man tried to get up, all along rubbing his nape ruefully, his brother-in-law sent two more snowballs swiftly in his direction. The latter was precise in his aim as the three collective shots hit him solidly on the head without missing once. The man fell to the ground again in continuous crushing defeat.