The man in the floral shirt hadn't lied. Life at sea was indeed boring most of the time.
Once they left the coastal waters, their phones lost signal. The entire ship became a closed-off little world, and time aboard seemed to stretch endlessly. Every day looked much the same as the one before it. The days simply repeated themselves meaninglessly.
The man in the floral shirt had originally thought Shen Xixi had merely been talking, but he hadn't expected her to truly seek out no entertainment at all. Forget knocking on his door—after all this time, she hadn't even gone fishing once. Many people aboard disliked her, but Shen Xixi seemed not to care.
She rarely interacted with anyone. Every day, she went to the training room on schedule for all kinds of exercises. The man in the floral shirt had watched her a few times and had to admit that this woman was no mere decoration. She was ruthless with herself. Whether it was strength, explosiveness, or speed training, she did two or three times as much as everyone else. And every day, she spent several hours in the training room refining her swordsmanship.
The ship's swordsmanship instructor had been beaten into complete submission by her, to the point of developing psychological trauma. He had no choice but to take three days off to recuperate physically and mentally.
But Shen Xixi did not give up her training because of that. With no one to spar against, she could only repeatedly practice slashing motions before the mirror, constantly correcting her posture. It was clearly a tedious task, yet her expression never changed, as though she did not find it boring in the slightest.
However, just as she finished practicing a set of movements, the training room door was pushed open