On the Star Rail Express, inside one of the cars.
Yan Huan stood before a room door and instructed March 7th:
"Alright, I'm going to rest. Go play by yourself. I'll find you after I wake up."
As he spoke, he was about to step inside when March 7th grabbed the hem of his clothes.
She said indignantly:
"You're resting, sure, but what do you mean by going into my room?"
Yan Huan stood before March 7th's door with an innocent expression.
"The atmosphere here is nice. I sleep more comfortably."
March 7th: "..."
Time.
Like watching mother pigs line up to jump over a ditch.
Always passed especially quickly.
The Parlor Car.
Yan Huan lay curled up on his side on the sofa.
He had to admit, the sofa was quite comfortable. It was just a little embarrassing to be lying here.
Beside him, Himeko was sipping coffee.
After taking a small sip, she smiled and said:
"Relax. Once March calms down, she'll definitely return your room keycard. You too—why did you have to provoke her? Now you can only lie around in the Parlor Car."
Yan Huan forced a smile.
"The train is my home. Sleeping anywhere is still sleeping."
He was a member of the train crew now, after all. What was wrong with lying on March 7th's soft pink bed for a bit?
Besides, he had already agreed to buy her a more expensive camera. Couldn't he at least sit on it?
She had even called him her sugar daddy before.
Sigh, a woman's heart.
Was as unfathomable as the depths of the sea.
"What? Were you cursing me?"
Even from far away, March 7th's voice could be heard.
She figured enough time had passed, so she came out holding Yan Huan's room keycard.
She had originally planned to return it to him, but when she saw his resentful-housewife expression, she suddenly didn't want to give it back.
"Haha, how could that be?" Yan Huan shot upright and immediately gave her a sincere smile, making goosebumps rise all over March 7th.
"We're partners! You'll always have a place in my heart!"
March 7th looked suspicious. "Why don't I believe you? Knowing you, I feel like that's not what you're really thinking."
Yan Huan heard that.
Silently, he pulled an unopened camera from his chest.
"Look, it arrived not long after I placed the order. Is this the camera you asked me to buy?"
March 7th dropped to one knee and respectfully offered the room keycard with both hands.
"Brother Huan, I'm sorry. I was a little too loud just now."
Yan Huan hurriedly helped her up. "We're practically family. No need to stand on ceremony. Please, rise."
Himeko watched the two get along and could not help smiling.
The train finally had someone who could fool around with Little March.
As March 7th fiddled with the new camera, she asked Yan Huan, "When did you place the order? It hasn't been long since I banished you to the Parlor Car."
"Yeah, only about four hours. My legs have gone numb from lying here."
March 7th: "..."
Cooldown complete. Slacking mode reactivated.
Resting.
Slacking experience +2, +1, +2...
At once, the Imaginary Energy surrounding Yan Huan receded considerably.
Himeko raised an eyebrow as well. Naturally, she noticed it.
Yan Huan no longer radiated the powerful aura he had earlier. Instead, he looked just like an ordinary person.
"Yan Huan, you can actually conceal your aura to this extent?" Himeko asked.
Yan Huan knew what Himeko meant and waved a hand. "I didn't expect even that to be noticed by Teacher Himeko. You really are an expert."
He had only just returned to his slacking state, and it had already caught Teacher Himeko's attention.
Heh, she was no simple woman.
Himeko smiled and shook her head.
"I'm merely more sensitive to things like auras."
Some people were born with a certain presence.
For example, what ordinary people most often called "killing intent" was a type of presence.
While Yan Huan was in his Stellaron liberation state, he naturally carried the presence of an Emanator. Himeko could sense it.
But now, it had somehow been restrained until there was not a trace left.
That was rather inconceivable.
Himeko knew that some experts could conceal their auras to reduce their sense of presence.
But she had never seen anyone do it as thoroughly as Yan Huan.
March 7th listened to Himeko and Yan Huan's conversation, completely confused. "What, what? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand any of it?"
Yan Huan picked up a grape from the table, ate it, and mumbled:
"When adults are talking, children should stop prying."
Slacking experience +2, +3...
March 7th: "..."
Under Yan Huan and Himeko's gazes.
March 7th walked expressionlessly over to the sofa.
She snatched the room keycard from the table and put it into her pocket.
"Oh, Sister March, what are you doing standing there? That must be exhausting. Sit, sit!"
Yan Huan hurriedly cleared space on the sofa and thoughtfully helped March 7th over.
He even picked up a grape from the table and fed her one.
March 7th snorted coldly, opened her mouth to eat the grape Yan Huan fed her, then muttered as she chewed:
"What happened? Weren't you acting pretty arrogant just now?"
Yan Huan gave a flattering laugh and said bashfully:
"Oh, that was all a misunderstanding. Please give me the keycard. The Parlor Car isn't comfortable to lie in. How nice would it be if you let me go back and sleep? Staying here just gets in your way."
Yan Huan had already tested it earlier. His happiness level was very important when he was slacking off.
For example, when Kafka was still there, sitting on the metal floor only gave him 1 point of slacking experience every so often.
But now that he was lying on a sofa, it occasionally increased to 2 points.
Eating could reliably give him 2 points, and sometimes even 3.
He had discovered that while eating Silver Wolf's snacks. After that, he had gone to provide support and had not gotten the chance to test lying on a proper bed.
"Good. At least you know what's good for you." March 7th casually placed the keycard on the table, then said, "Oh, right. You have money now. Did you buy anything for yourself online?"
The camera he bought for her had arrived, but surely he had not bought only a camera.
In any case, March 7th did not believe Yan Huan could receive a billion credits and remain frugal.
"It hasn't arrived yet. No rush."
Yan Huan smiled, took the keycard, and headed for his room.
He opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it.
He changed into slippers and sprawled across the bed in the shape of a character 大.
"Ahhh~" Yan Huan moaned.
Slacking experience +4, +4, +3...
"Sure enough, lying in bed is still the best!"
"..."
As if possessed.
Yan Huan suddenly sat up.
He put on his shoes, opened the door, poked his head out, looked left and right, and walked out of his room.
He opened March 7th's door, looked back, looked left and right, and entered the room.
With a thud, he flopped onto March 7th's large soft bed.
He took a deep breath of the fragrance lingering on the blanket.
"Ahhh~"
Slacking experience +20, +23, +21...
Yan Huan: "!!!"
"Oh my god."
The instant he lay on March 7th's bed, his slacking experience shot up like a rocket!
This place was practically heaven!
"System, if I keep lying here, how long will it take to raise my Stellaron level to second-stage Emanator?" Yan Huan could not help asking.
Replying to host: If the current rate of growth remains unchanged, only two days are required.
"Two days?!" Yan Huan was stunned.
He had heard that many people could not even become Pathwalkers, much less Aeon Emanators.
Yet Yan Huan was already at Emanator level, and his way of increasing his strength was simply sleeping on March 7th's bed for two days?
There was actually such a good deal?
"Thump, thump, thump—"
Footsteps approached from outside the door.
They made Yan Huan's heart tighten.
Could March 7th have returned?
Slacking experience +17, +14, +9...
Yan Huan: "???"
Slacking experience +5, +3, +2...
Yan Huan: "?!!"
His eyes widened, and he sat straight up.
"Why? Why? Why did the experience drop so much?"
Damn, it had fallen from a baseline of over twenty to single digits. Was this a roller coaster or something?
Replying to host: Slacking experience is related to happiness. Hearing the footsteps has already made you anxious and nervous. In that state, even lying in March 7th's arms would be useless...
"No, I haven't tried it, but lying in her arms would definitely work," Yan Huan corrected.
System: "..."
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