In short, whether the ones who had approached earlier were military enthusiasts, reporters, protesters, or something else entirely, they were soon left behind by the Fuxi as it began to accelerate. The rest of the voyage could be called smooth sailing.
Yu Lian even ordered the crew to take turns resting. That way, everyone got an average of more than four hours of sleep during the voyage. As for him, being a six-ring "Sage" naturally meant he could push himself harder than ordinary people. Sleep had become a luxury rather than a necessity.
Of course, working for a long time on such tedious, painstaking data tasks could easily wear him down. So once the ship settled into its cruising routine, he had a self-heating meal meant for three people as a late-night snack, then casually logged onto the civilian network to check out the entertainment news.
Feifei's Cold Hill had finished its run in the Alliance's major theaters and was still showing only in some less-connected frontier star regions and member states. At its current pace, it should have no trouble breaking ten billion at the box office—nearly a hundred times its production budget. For a low-budget art film to earn the kind of box office usually seen by commercial blockbusters was in large part thanks to Huanyu's promotional muscle. Even so, the film had genuinely become a major talking point.
It only went to show that having a big tree to shelter under was always a good thing.
Feifei had, of course, attracted widespread attention as a "genius director." She was beautiful, a top student, talented, an officer, and a psionic, and she had even competed in the Galaxy Martial Arts Tournament. There were simply too many personas she could cultivate. She could easily be shaped into a perfect