Stolen Half-Day Leisure

Star Luo Grand Hotel.

"Tang Wulin!!! Give me the things!"

"With so much food, why did he have to snatch the food from my hand? Yuan En! You need to do something about him!"

When Xie Xie's voice boomed down the corridor, Yun Jingheng was holding a bowl of porridge, the spoon suspended in mid-air, the porridge still steaming.

Tang Wulin dodged Xie Xie's lunging hand, already with half a biscuit in his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, and mumbled something indistinctly, which no one could hear.

Yuanen Yehui leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching the farce with a blank expression, adopting an attitude of "it has nothing to do with me".

"Yuan En! Stop him for me!" Xie Xie shouted again, his voice even louder than before.

Yuanen Yehui glanced at him, then at Tang Wulin, before looking away at the chandelier on the corridor ceiling.

The chandelier was made of crystal, and in the morning light it refracted into tiny, shimmering spots of light that fell on her face like tiny, glowing stars.

"I can't control you, just take it yourself."

Xie Xie's face turned red with anger.

His arm was still wrapped in bandages, from the injury he sustained that night, and it hadn't fully healed yet, but he didn't care anymore.

His eyes were fixed on the scallion pancake that Tang Wulin was holding in his mouth, with only a small portion left.

That was something Ya Li had just brought up from downstairs; it was hot, and the aroma of scallions filled the entire corridor.

Tang Wulin ate three pieces by himself, Xu Xiaoyan ate one piece, Ye Xinglan ate one piece, and Tang Wulin snatched the last piece.

It wasn't really a steal; Xie Xie was just too slow. By the time he realized what was happening, Tang Wulin already had the pancake in his mouth.

"Tang Wulin! Spit it out!"

Xie Xie lunged forward, but Tang Wulin dodged again, this time with a larger movement, and his back slammed against the wall, letting out a muffled groan.

His injuries hadn't fully healed; his chest was wrapped in thick bandages, and beneath the bandages were wounds that Ya Li had treated with her healing Soul Skill, which hadn't completely healed yet.

His face paled for a moment when he hit the wall, but he didn't drop the biscuit in his mouth.

He chewed a few times and swallowed.

"That's all."

Tang Wulin swallowed the last bite of the biscuit, licked his lips, and looked at Xie Xie's face, which was filled with "How could you do this?", and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

You were a step too slow. Run faster next time.

"You--!" Xie Xie pointed his finger at Tang Wulin's nose several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

Xu Xiaoyan sat on a bench in the corridor, holding a half-bowl of porridge in her hand, laughing so hard she almost spilled it.

Ye Xinglan stood beside her, her lips curved into a smile. Although she didn't laugh out loud, the joy in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Yun Jingheng, holding the porridge, said, "Xie Xie, you call yourself an agility-based attacker, and this is your speed?"

Xie Xie's neck turned around, one gear at a time, like a rusty gear.

He stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling several times, and slowly moved his finger from Tang Wulin's nose to Yun Jingheng's.

"What did you say?"

Xie Xie's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, "Say that again?"

Yun Jingheng, holding a bowl of porridge, leaned against the doorframe, his expression so innocent it was as if he hadn't said those words.

"I told you you're slow, an agility-based attacker, and you got your pie stolen by a Power Attack System, then you were mocked. Where's your agility? Where's your attack? Where's your class?"

Xu Xiaoyan laughed so hard she slid off the bench, almost knocking over her bowl of porridge, but Ye Xinglan caught it.

When Ye Xinglan took the bowl of porridge, the corners of her mouth curved up to her ears, but her expression was still very restrained. She just smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits and her shoulders trembled.

Tang Wulin squatted in the corner of the corridor, his hands covering his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up. The bandage on his chest had loosened halfway from laughing, but he didn't care.

Yuanen Yehui leaned against the window, covering her face, but she couldn't hide her laughter.

"Waaaaah--! Yun Jingheng! I'll fight you to the death!"

Yun Jingheng put down the bowl and started circling around the group.

You can't catch me~

"Hahahaha!" ×4

Xie Xie's fingers brushed against the edge of his clothes, missing him by less than half an inch, making him so angry that his teeth itched.

"Stop right there!" Xie Xie's voice echoed in the corridor, causing the decorative paintings on the wall to sway slightly.

"I'll stop if you catch up to me."

Yun Jingheng's voice drifted over from the front, carrying a leisurely tone that made one's teeth itch with hatred.

He was still injured, his Soul Power hadn't recovered, and he had just narrowly escaped death last night, but he ran as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard, without even his clothes fluttering.

Xie Xie gritted his teeth and chased after him.

Tang Wulin leaned against the wall, laughing until his chest ached.

He was bent over, his face still wrapped in bandages, laughing through his tears, shouting, "Xie Xie, keep going! You almost reached it!"

Xu Xiaoyan squatted beside the bench, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten up. The bowl of porridge in her hand wobbled precariously, almost falling to the ground several times before she managed to steady it.

Ye Xinglan stood beside her, her lips curving into a wide smile, her eyes narrowed to slits, and her shoulders trembling.

Yuanen Yehui leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching Yun Jingheng dart around like a slippery fish, and Xie Xie thrashing about behind him like a teased cat. She couldn't help but let out a very short chuckle.

Yun Jingheng slid from one end to the other and back again. When he passed Tang Wulin, he casually patted him on the shoulder. When he passed Xu Xiaoyan, he glanced down at the porridge in her bowl. When he passed Ye Xinglan, he smiled at her.

As he passed Yuanen Yehui, he ran past her. Yuanen Yehui reached out to grab him but missed. Yun Jingheng's voice drifted from the other end of the corridor. "Hey! Yuan En, what are you doing? Following your husband's lead, huh?"

Yuanen Yehui withdrew her hand and leaned back against the window expressionlessly.

But the tips of her ears turned red.

Xie Xie finally stopped.

He was bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and the bandage wrapped around his arm was half-loose, with one end hanging down and dangling in the air.

His face was still red, but not from anger; it was from running away.

"You... you bastard..."

He gasped for breath, managing to squeeze out a few words, "Are you... a mudfish?"

Yun Jingheng hid behind Ye Xinglan, tilting his head to look at him.

"Even a loach can't keep up with me."

"Someone even compares themselves to a mudfish?" Wu Siduo walked over carrying a large pile of things.

"I bought a lot of delicious food, do you want to try some?"

Yun Jingheng took back his porridge. "You're healed? And you're already wandering around everywhere?"

"My injuries weren't serious to begin with, and besides, Xie Xie even shielded me from the bullet."

"Hmph! When it really matters, we still have to rely on you, Uncle Xie Xie!"

He patted his chest, making a loud thud that aggravated his still-healing wound. His face paled for a moment, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed the muffled groan, his expression remaining perfectly still.

His mouth stretched from ear to ear, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

It's like they've written "Come praise me!" all over their faces.

Xu Xiaoyan's lips twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to expose him, but he didn't say anything, because at that time... he was the one who was most seriously injured.

Tang Wulin reached out and patted Xie Xie on the shoulder.

"Okay, okay, you're the best."

Yuanen Yehui straightened up from the window, walked over to Wu Siduo, and took several bags from her hands.

Wu Siduo's hands were now free. She moved her wrists and walked up to Yun Jingheng, looking up at him.

"Is your injury getting better?"

Yun Jingheng swallowed the porridge in his mouth.

"Much better."

Wu Siduo looked at him, at the scabbed wound on his forehead, at his pale face that had regained some color, and at the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

"That's good."

Suddenly, everyone fell silent.

Everyone's lips were moving slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back; they wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back again.

Those words were stuck in their throats, in their chests, and in their eyes, making everyone feel like they had been holding their breath underwater for a long time, about to burst.

Yun Jingheng placed the bowl of porridge on the table beside him and looked at the people: Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, Xu Xiaoyan, Ye Xinglan, Yuanen Yehui, Wu Siduo.

He stared at it for a long time, then laughed.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "I'll handle everything. Wait for me to come back."