Footsteps grew closer and closer.
Yan Huan felt a bit nervous right then, so he stared unblinkingly at the doorway.
Rip—
He tore open a bag of potato chips, grabbed a handful, and shoved them into his mouth to calm his nerves.
Slacking experience +3 +7 +12...
Sensing his slacking experience gradually recovering, Yan Huan understood.
He had been too nervous just now, which affected his mood.
As long as he was shameless enough, it wouldn't be a problem.
Whoosh—!!
March 7th pulled open the bedroom door, and her first sight was Yan Huan lying splayed out across the head of the bed, covered in her large quilt, with a bag of already-opened potato chips clutched in his hands.
March 7th: "..."
Yan Huan: "..."
At that.
The door closed automatically, and inside the entire room, the two stared at each other in silence.
The only sound was the chewing noise Yan Huan made while eating snacks.
The scene remained deadlocked for a long time.
The first to break the silence was Yan Huan, who tossed the empty packaging onto the floor.
"Good buddy, aren't these potato chips of yours a bit stale? They're not even crispy." He pointed at the packaging and furrowed his brow deeply.
March 7th stayed wordless, walking past silently.
With that, she picked up a doll placed by the French doors.
Then she kicked off her shoes, violently stepped onto the bed, leaped high up, veins bulging on her forehead!
Aiming right at Yan Huan, she swung down fiercely:
"One of us has to die today!"
Following right after was a storm of densely packed attacks pouring down on Yan Huan.
"Ah...!!"
Amidst muffled thud-thud-thud sounds, Yan Huan finally couldn't endure the beating and rolled off.
He dropped onto the cold floor.
Seeing March 7th standing barefoot on the bed, raising the doll to keep smashing him, he hurriedly waved his hands:
"Wait!"
March 7th: "Wait my ass, I've put up with you for a long time!"
With that, March 7th hoisted the doll and jumped straight down, delivering another heavy blow.
Bang—!!
It smashed Yan Huan so hard he couldn't tell the four cardinal directions for a moment, leaving only March 7th's angry shouts echoing in his ears.
"You guy were like that before too! Why did you bite off more than you could chew? Why did you want so much money? Have you lost your mind?! And you're still eating! Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating!"
Crazy bang-bang sounds came from the room, and every time the doll slammed into Yan Huan, it produced this muffled impact.
"Big sister, wasn't that what you made me ask for?" Yan Huan wretchedly dodged a heavy strike from the doll.
"Make you ask for a der!"
Damn it, the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
At the time, Asta's look at him hadn't been right at all, and it was all caused by this idiot.
"You fucking dare to deliver yourself right to my door, huh? Good, see if I don't mess you up today!"
Just like that, March 7th chased Yan Huan around the room beating him, and a chase sequence unfolded from there.
Midway, that shameless fellow found a few more packs of snacks. Even while running, he didn't forget to tear open the packaging and shove some into his mouth on the sly.
Slacking experience +6 +5 +7...
Nihility aside, even while being chased and beaten, as long as he was in March 7th's room, his slacking experience was still higher than just lying on his own bed.
Alas, his skin just wasn't thick enough after all.
Otherwise it could have been even higher.
"Cough cough, hold on, I still have something to say!" Yan Huan grabbed the doll in March 7th's hand, stopping her.
"Huh? What, beaten into submission?"
"No."
"Actually, I came here to ask you something. Look at you, beating me the moment we met, you've made me forget all about it."
"What is it?" March 7th lowered the doll.
Yan Huan turned solemn: "Do you know how long we're staying at the space station?"
March 7th said it as a matter of course:
"We won't stay long, right? After all, the Antimatter Legion has pretty much been cleaned out."
Her pink-and-blue eyes were filled with curious colors.
"Besides, the origin of this mess should be the Stellaron inside your body. Now that it's truly sealed within your body, the space station's Crack Realm will stop spreading too."
Yan Huan nodded.
As long as they weren't leaving immediately, he still had a few days to slack off.
Since they were currently inside Herta Space Station, online shopping deliveries would arrive relatively quickly.
He still had items that hadn't been delivered yet.
"What, you can't bear to leave the space station? Are you going back to be a staff member?" March 7th asked with her hands on her hips.
Could it be that she had beaten his mentality to pieces?
That shouldn't be right. Getting hit by this doll didn't even hurt.
Was Yan Huan really such a glass heart?
"Nah, I just bought some things. I'm afraid logistics won't keep up while the train is traveling." Yan Huan sat on the floor, looking at the scenery outside the French doors and spoke.
March 7th nodded.
"That's actually possible. So, just what did you buy?"
Based on March 7th's impression, Yan Huan had asked Asta for rope knots with spatial abilities, plus various firearms.
Could it be.
He had purchased weapons again?
"Hey, don't tell me you bought some more military hardware." March 7th asked suspiciously.
The room was a complete mess now, and March 7th had grown tired after chasing and beating Yan Huan barefoot for so long, so she slumped straight down onto the bed.
As for Yan Huan, he continued to sit on the floor without a care, his hair beaten into a bird's nest by the doll.
He silently tidied up his hairstyle:
"More than that, everything."
March 7th: "?"
"Like e-sports space capsules, thermal pods, automatic cooking carts, ingredients, snowmobiles, rocket launchers... everything you could want."
March 7th's delicate brows furrowed slightly: "Are you playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds here? Why not buy a flint to make fire by rubbing sticks?"
"I bought one, and it's even windproof."
March 7th: "..."
The girl stood up, her white, bare feet stepping on the floor, putting on a stern face and saying with incomprehension:
"Big bro, can the Express no longer give you a sense of security, that you've got to buy so many things?"
Yan Huan shook his head:
"I have to guarantee my quality of life. Actually, I've always been a very particular person."
"Get out of here," March 7th said with a look of disbelief. "Eating my chips even after finding out they've sat out too long—you don't have an ounce of quality of life."
March 7th hadn't never seen people who truly pursued quality of life.
Someone like Yan Huan could at best be considered a nouveau riche.
Clearly capable of slashing the Doomsday Beast to pieces with a single strike, yet he still messed around with rocket launchers.
If military hardware were really that powerful, Herta Space Station wouldn't need support from their Star Rail Express.
In this world, Pathwalkers were the symbol of strength.
"Tch, believe it or not." Yan Huan curled his lip.
"Yan Huan, if you really have the heart, you might as well work out and exercise when you're free like Dan Heng. Raising your own strength is way more reliable than using military hardware."
Hearing March 7th's advice, Yan Huan took a deep breath.
Sister, you just don't understand.
If I actually attacked, I'd drop out of the slacking state, suffering a bloody loss of eight hours of experience.
The use for buying military hardware was right here.
Solving minor problems in daily life only took firing a few shots to finish; when would he ever need to get serious?
Yan Huan stood up and patted March 7th's shoulder:
"My dear partner, one day, you will understand my intentions."
With that, Yan Huan pulled open the door without looking back and walked off into the distance alone.
March 7th: "???"
Intentions, what intentions?
Could it be that these thermal weapons had other uses?
The next day.
Observation Car.
March 7th wore slippers, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she groggily came here to eat breakfast.
Yet amidst the haziness, she heard disorderly gunfire.
Bang bang bang bang bang—!!
Successive gunshots directly snapped March 7th out of her daze.
"Crap, who is it?"
Through the observation window, March 7th clearly saw Yan Huan standing below, wildly firing several shots into the sky, scaring the crew member before him until his face turned blue.
His attitude was extremely arrogant as well:
"Hey hey hey, stop right there, I'm talking to you! What are you mumbling about? Hand over everything you're carrying and I'll spare your life!"
March 7th terror-strickenly covered her small face.
This guy buying guns—he was actually acting like a violent bandit!
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