Hi Master, Little Mermaid Will Support You! 62

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Chapter 62

[Acting?]

[Like that “playing dead” mermaid, trying to get its owner’s attention?]

[The Marshal isn’t exactly an actress, this should be interesting, haha, great livestream content!]

[The Marshal’s mental seascape is strong, she doesn’t resort to suppression even when the mermaid is acting strangely, the masked streamer really has changed how we treat mermaids.]

[I rarely use suppression now too, with a little patience, you can always find the reason for their behavior.]

“Acting?” As soon as the Marshal spoke, the mermaid in the pool bared its teeth and growled at her.

She left the mermaid room, and it quickly quieted down: “Streamer, tell me what to do, I’ll cooperate.”

MuMu gestured with its hands: “Do you have a large, metal container at home? Like an airship, something that can fit a person inside?”

The Marshal guessed: “A mech?”

“Yes!” MuMu clapped its hands. “The mermaid saw you being swallowed by the metal monster, it thinks you’re a monster in disguise, a fake owner.”

“…I did enter my mech in front of it once, that’s when its attitude changed.”

[Absurd, but plausible. /Mind blown/]

[Who says mermaids aren’t intelligent? This level of imagination surpasses 99% of creatures.]

[Thinking its owner was replaced by a monster, I’m dying of laughter! What else did it say, streamer, I want to hear!]

“The rest is untranslatable, a unique mermaid incantation, like a human exorcism ritual.”

MuMu imitated the mermaid splashing water: “‘Go away, evil monster, give me back my owner!’ That kind of exorcism.”

The Marshal laughed: “Mermaid language is so profound!”

[Mermaid exorcism, the streamer’s imitation is spot on, so cute. /Melting/]

[So it wasn’t attacking, it was trying to drive away the “monster” and see its owner.]

[Streamer, please, let the mermaid see the real Marshal!]

[But explaining it with human language won’t work…]

“This is easy to solve.” MuMu, thinking like a mermaid, suggested: “It thinks you were swallowed, so act like you were spit out by the monster.”

The Marshal readily agreed: “No problem, I’ll emerge from the mech in front of it.”

“You have to act,” MuMu emphasized. “Mermaids aren’t easily fooled, if you just casually step out of the mech, it won’t believe you, it might even think the monster is coming to get it.”

Marshal: …

[The streamer is right, the “playing dead” mermaid’s owner had to be dramatic for it to be satisfied.]

[Marshal, interstellar war outside, acting interstellar war at home.]

[Good luck, Marshal, the hopes of the entire interstellar world rest on your shoulders!]

[Attention all viewers! Brainstorming a script.

Plot: Metal monster returns the Marshal, real Marshal reunites with mermaid.

Starring: Real Marshal and fake Marshal.

Props: Mech.

Audience: Mermaid.

Action—]

The viewer-directed New Interstellar War was about to begin.

Inside the mermaid room, the mermaid was sadly submerged, missing its owner.

Suddenly, a thud echoed from the floor, and a door-shaped opening appeared.

“!” The mermaid gripped the pool wall, remembering a painful memory. Its owner had been swallowed by the metal monster that emerged from this kind of door!

A mech rose from the opening.

“Growl!” Metal monster, give me back my owner!

Inside the mech, the Marshal played sound effects of clanging metal and explosions from a mech battle movie.

As if someone was fighting inside the metal monster.

“Awoo—” Go, Master!

After the mermaid’s long, encouraging cry, the metal monster finally “spit out” a human.

The Marshal, feigning struggle, jumped out of the mech and rolled across the floor.

[Perfect, the breathless escape, very convincing! /Thumbs up/]

[The Marshal is already wet from the mermaid’s splashing, looks like monster slobber.]

[Marshal, say the line the viewers wrote for you—]

“Sorry to keep you waiting, my fish.”

The Marshal, like a returning hero, looked at the mermaid with feigned affection: “Are you alright?”

“Woo!”

The mermaid jumped out of the pool and hugged her, crying.

The Marshal patted it reassuringly, gave the camera an OK sign, and mouthed:

That’s a wrap.

[A perfect happy ending. Marshal, don’t enter your mech in front of your mermaid again, its imagination is too active.]

[Envious of those who can pilot mechs, so cool, my mental seascape isn’t strong enough.]

[Those who can pilot mechs are also envious, I’m in the mech department at the academy, piloting is exhausting, unlike the Marshal with her strong mental seascape.]

[In terms of mental seascape strength, there’s still that one person…]

[Sigh, once the strongest, now damaged, such a waste.]

The Marshal comforted her mermaid and sent a few gifts in the livestream: “Streamer, thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome!”

The person who had issued his residency permit was now sending him gifts, and MuMu was overwhelmed:

“You’re too generous, so many gifts…”

“Streamer, your contribution far surpasses these gifts.

Many soldiers have said that after watching your livestream, they’ve learned how to interact with their mermaids, greatly improving soothing efficiency. On their behalf, I thank you!”

The Marshal gave a formal salute, and MuMu jumped up, bowing and waving its hands:

“You’re welcome!”

Only after the livestream ended did MuMu relax.

Suddenly burdened with such a great honor…

The award from the ceremony seemed insignificant compared to the Marshal’s heartfelt words.

“Is this what Mama meant by gaining equal standing with humans?” MuMu pondered.

It restored the mermaid room to order and stood on the floor, feeling the solid ground beneath its feet, tapping its toes curiously:

“The Marshal’s mech emerged from underground, Master has a mech too, could it be under here?”

MuMu examined the floor, searching for a hidden entrance.

“Little Butler, where’s Master’s mech hidden?”

Lines of light, shaped like fingerprints, appeared where MuMu’s hand touched the floor.

“Beep beep, authorization confirmed, opening mech bay.”

“?” Before MuMu could react, it felt a sudden lurch and fell through the floor.

“Ouch!”

MuMu landed awkwardly, rubbing its backside.

It turned and saw a cold, metallic mech standing motionless in the center of the mech bay.

MuMu’s eyes met the mech’s, and it jumped: “You’re here!”

‘Whoosh—’

A faint sound came from above, and MuMu tilted its head: “An airship?”

Its human hearing wasn’t very good, and it listened for a moment: “Must have been my imagination…”

“Admiral, did you forget something at home?”

Assistant Xu followed Wen Ming to his doorstep: “Should I inform your destination that you’ll be late, postpone the meeting?”

Wen Ming stopped him: “Don’t come in.”

“I’ll wait for you here!”

Wen Ming changed a setting on his optical brain, and when he opened the door, there was no “Welcome home” greeting.

Assistant Xu, peeking through the crack in the door, saw the freshness preserver.

The essential household appliance had a large “X” taped across it, sealed with a notice. Beside it was a piece of paper with a large heading: Pledge.

‘I pledge not to eat anything from here without permission. If I want to eat something, I’ll use the emergency button to ask first.

Written by: Wen Ming

Pledged by: MuMu (claw print)’

Assistant Xu chuckled:

“The Admiral and MuMu’s dynamic is so unique, like a couple sharing an apartment… Admiral?”

He looked at Wen Ming, puzzled.

Wen Ming was frozen in the doorway, neither entering nor closing the door.

As if he had seen something shocking…

Assistant Xu also looked inside, but everything seemed normal.

“Admiral, are you alright?”

Wen Ming’s fingers traced the doorframe, then he stepped back and gently closed the door.

He turned and walked past Assistant Xu: “Let’s go, we’ll be back by tonight.”

“…Okay.” Assistant Xu adjusted his glasses, bewildered. Did I just see the Admiral… smile? He didn’t even enter the house, what happened?

“Assistant Xu, you manage Wen Corp’s official account on the livestreaming platform, right?”

“Yes.”

“Account password?”

“…Just sent it to you.”

During the masked streamer’s livestream, when the comments mentioned Admiral Wen, he dismissed it as “irrelevant.”

This threw the shipping threads into chaos. With the person involved denying it, not only were the shippers disappointed, but some trolls also emerged:

“Wen Corp has strict PR, did they warn the masked streamer not to use their name for clout?”

“Very likely, why else would he clarify the day after the ceremony? He must be in trouble.”

“The masked streamer is such a kiss-ass, giving Wen Corp free advertising, and they ended up choosing a mermaid spokesperson.”

“Can’t deny his mermaid language skills, but this time he really got nothing in return… /Clown/”

“Only those with slow internet are still trolling, those with fast internet have already moved on to a new ship.”

“What do you mean?”

“Check out Wen Corp’s official livestream account .”

The account, which usually only reposted Wen Corp’s livestream content, had just made an original post:

“We’d like to officially invite the ‘Mermaid Language Simultaneous Interpretation’ streamer to be our spokesperson. Wen Corp looks forward to collaborating with you.”

Netizens couldn’t believe their eyes:

“Which Wen Corp employee messed up and posted a private message as a public announcement?”

“If it was a mistake, they would have deleted it!”

“Someone accused the masked streamer of using Wen Corp for clout, and now they’re publicly inviting him? /Crying tears of joy/”

“Holy crap, such blatant support!”

“Holy crap?” Assistant Xu also saw the post.

“Did the Admiral really post this? What if the masked streamer doesn’t respond, won’t it make the Admiral look desperate?”

Assistant Xu, increasingly puzzled, knocked on Wen Ming’s office door.

“Come in.”

“Admiral, you can send private messages on the platform.”

Wen Ming’s optical brain was open to the private messaging interface. He glanced at the doorway: “I know.”

“Then… why not send a private message first, to inquire about his interest?”

Assistant Xu adjusted his glasses, concerned: “A public post like this makes it seem like you’re openly supporting him.”

“I know.”

“…?”

Wen Ming returned his attention to the optical brain: “We’ll talk later, I’m making a call.”

“O-okay.”

Assistant Xu retreated, gently closing the door. Then he ran to a wall and banged his head against it repeatedly:

“Am I crazy, or is the world crazy? I was just laughing at that shipping thread yesterday, and now I’m the joke!?”

He stared at the office door in a daze:

“Could that call be to the masked streamer?”

Inside the office.

“Hello, streamer.”

“Uh, hello… huh?”

“The company received your reply, are you interested in the endorsement?”

“Cough, cough… are you… the person who helped me before the awards ceremony?”

“Yes.” Wen Ming’s lips curved into a smile. “Streamer, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

MuMu checked several times that it was a voice call, not a video call, and relaxed:

“Right, your company sent the endorsement offer.”

“Yes, my company.”