In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 595 A Long-Awaited Daily Life (Part 1)

Courtyard No. 5905, community, Rheinlot's house.

"Hey bro, have you heard? The homeowner's activated the rooftop battlefield! When shall we go check it out?"

At the table, Irving mumbled something indistinctly while chewing on a pea sandwich.

His green eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he were about to rush out of his house to explore the rooftop battlefield.

"Fourth Brother... don't forget, we are Pea Spirits. Rooftop battlefields don't need archers who can attack in a straight line."

Klein stirred the pea soup in his bowl with a spoon, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

He looked at Irving with a "you're daydreaming again" expression in his eyes.

"Besides, the rooftop is the home ground of those pitchers, Shizuru."

Klein took a sip of his soup and continued, "We can only watch from the sidelines; let's not cause any trouble for the homeowner."

Ji Bing, enjoying his pea smoothie, silently gave a thumbs up, clearly agreeing with his younger brother's opinion.

"Hey, what I mean is, even if we don't go to the battlefield, wouldn't it be nice to go to the rooftop battlefield and bask in the sun?"

Owen slammed his hand on the table, and crumbs of the sandwich he hadn't swallowed sprayed from the corner of his mouth, almost hitting Klein and Ji Bing in the face.

He swallowed the food in his mouth whole, his bright eyes sweeping over his younger brother and sister, and enthusiastically urged, "Think about it, the rooftop battlefield is close to the sky, with plenty of sunshine. It's perfect for us plant spirits to sunbathe all day long, isn't it?"

As he got excited, Irving spread his arms wide, as if to face a non-existent sun and enjoy the sunshine streaming down his face.

He was completely unaware that Klein and Ji Bing had both lowered their heads, working hard to eat while suppressing the smiles on their lips.

"For what?"

Norman's eerie voice came from behind Owen, and before he could react, a large bump appeared on his head.

"Just eat properly, and then we can talk."

With a disgruntled sigh, Norman, still wearing his apron, pulled the spoon back from his hand and pressed Owen back into his chair, a vein throbbing involuntarily on his forehead.

"Second brother!"

Owen clutched his head and groaned, then turned around with feigned grievance: "We just felt...we're stuck in the front and back yards all day, we should go somewhere else to get some fresh air!"

"Get some fresh air?"

Norman raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and looked down at Owen: "Your so-called 'getting some fresh air' means going to the rooftop battlefield to join the fun and cause trouble for the homeowner, right?"

"No...no, it's not that exaggerated..."

Irving muttered a few words under his breath, but his momentum clearly weakened.

"How could we possibly cause trouble for the homeowner? This is called... this is called strategic support! If the higher-ups need a mood-building team or something, we can fill in, right?"

"puff!"

Klein, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost knocking over his soup bowl in the process: "The atmosphere team! What is all this nonsense?!"

Ji Bing also put down her slushie cup, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"Owen."

Norman sighed, his expression becoming more serious: "I know you're very curious, but the rooftop battlefield isn't a place you can just wander around in. As Klein said, it's the pitcher's home ground. If we go there, we won't be able to help, and we might even cause trouble for the homeowner and his comrades."

He paused, looking at Owen's head drooping, and his tone softened considerably: "Let's go up and take a look together as a family after some time."

"Second brother, what did you say? Really?"

Irving instantly perked up, all his previous grievances vanished: "It's a deal then, we'll go together!"

"Hey, what are you guys talking about? It's so lively."

Having just finished his night shift, Lorne walked into the restaurant yawning. Looking at his older brother and younger siblings, he casually picked up a sandwich from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Fourth Brother said he wanted to visit the rooftop battlefield."

"My second brother said that we should go up together in a while."

Ji Bing and Klein each summarized what had just happened in one sentence.

"Oh, I see. Owen, you're trying to slack off, using the excuse of sunbathing on the rooftop battlefield to skip the rest of the training, right?"

Lorne chuckled softly and took a big bite of the sandwich in his hand.

Upon hearing this, Irving looked completely bewildered: "Training? What training?"

"You didn't know? Hey, you guys didn't know either? Oh, I almost forgot, this happened last night."

Seeing the blank looks on his relatives' faces, Lorne, who suddenly realized what was going on, quickly explained: "The homeowner has activated a new tool android. At the same time, courtyard number 5905 will begin a 15-day basic military training program."

Meanwhile, courtyard number 5905, community, medical center.

Ivy and Helen stood on either side of Philian on her sickbed, informing their sister of this important news.

"The android lady named Forget-Me-Not Hammer will serve as our instructor, responsible for training us 'unqualified' plant warriors."

Although Philian's face was still a little pale, her condition was significantly better than when the surgery had just ended.

She gently squeezed her eldest and youngest sister's hands and smiled weakly: "You're right. Compared to our other comrades, our performance was indeed not up to par."

Recalling her disheveled appearance when she was shot and fell to the ground, a trace of unnatural guilt flashed across Philian's face.

Her voice was soft, but carried an undeniable firmness: "Therefore, this military training is an opportunity for us to become stronger and no longer hold us back. We must seize this opportunity and give it our all."

Ivy bit her lip, a hint of worry flashing in her purple eyes: "Sister, but your injuries... haven't fully healed yet!"

“I can ask Ms. Forget-Me-Not to let you rest at the medical center for a few more days. She doesn’t know your condition yet. If she did, I think… Ms. Forget-Me-Not would definitely agree.”

Helen gently tugged at the sleeve of Raphael's hospital gown, her eyes full of concern.

After a moment of silence, Philian shook her head and said softly, "You two don't need to worry too much about me. My condition has stabilized, and I can still keep up with this level of training."

Ivy and Helen exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

They knew that once Philian made up her mind, she would never change it easily, not even if her eldest sister intervened!

"I see···"

Ivy nodded vigorously and buried her head in Philian's arms.

"Speaking of which, I wonder when my older sister will be able to arrive..."

Helen gently rested her head on Philian's arm, murmuring to herself.

Philian's gaze became distant and gentle, as if she could see through the wall and see that reliable figure.

"Don't worry, when Courtyard 5905 is upgraded to the final first tier, Heather Fila... will definitely come to see us."

Thinking of her reliable older sister, Philian couldn't help but smile gently, lightly stroking Ivy and Helen's hands that were clasped tightly together, a reassuring smile spreading across her lips:

"After all, she is Heather Fila, the Melancholy Mushroom plant spirit with seventh-tier plant spirit power, and the eldest sister of our Nai family!"