Grand Yan Huan Fan Meeting

Morning.

Yan Huan, as usual, lay on the bed in a "wood" shape, waiting for King Yama to knock on his door.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock—!!"

Outside the door, March 7th's voice called out.

"Hurry up and eat breakfast, we still need to go to the space station to test the Simulated Universe later!"

So nice.

Ever since getting on the Express, he didn't even need to set an alarm.

"Swoosh—!!" Seeing no movement from the room, March 7th directly pulled the door open.

She walked in.

The first thing that met her eyes was a floor full of clothes, messily scattered everywhere.

March 7th kicked hard, sending a slipper by the door back towards the bed, where it collided with the other slipper.

"Damn it, why is the other slipper by the door?" March 7th asked, hands on her hips, very confused.

Yan Huan lay on the bed, silently contemplating.

The screen's light reflected on his face; he was currently lying in bed, playing on his laptop.

Seeing he didn't react, March 7th walked over curiously.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She leaned over the bed, glanced at the screen's content, and immediately gasped, touching her face.

"Holy crap, Genshin!"

Yan Huan: "..."

Yan, the person, closed his laptop, gave March 7th a deep look, silently lifted the covers, got out of bed, and picked up the clothes on the floor.

As March 7th waited, he finally got dressed.

Throughout the entire process, March 7th sat on the edge of the bed, waiting quietly.

At the same time, she took out her phone and typed, seemingly complaining to someone about Yan Huan's lifestyle.

Hearing that Yan Huan had finished dressing and there was no more sound, she quietly looked up and found him staring at her.

March 7th asked, confused:

"What?"

Yan Huan: "You're sitting on my sunglasses."

"..."

March 7th stood up and looked back at where she had just been sitting; there was indeed a pair of sunglasses.

Perhaps because the bed was too messy, she hadn't felt anything when she sat on them.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses? Is the sun too bright?"

"No." Yan Huan silently put on his sunglasses and said with great flair:

"It's more stylish this way."

March 7th: "..."

In Yan Huan's perception, today was a day to show off, so he naturally had to be presentable.

He wore a black trench coat, sunglasses, and gloves, striding quickly through the observation carriage, like a secret agent.

Sitting on the sofa, when March 7th placed his breakfast on the table, he still glanced at his pocket watch:

"Three seconds late, pay attention next time."

March 7th: "..."

Under the strange gazes of everyone in the carriage, he ate with extreme refinement, very slowly.

One by one, he chewed and savored carefully.

Though it was just a bowl of Zha Jiang Mian, he made it feel like a French meal.

Gentle and refined, chewing slowly, affected.

As if he were in a high-end Western restaurant, with soft, elegant music playing around him.

March 7th sniffed, then glanced at the staff members waiting below the Express, ready to greet Yan Huan.

"Hold it in, I need to... hold it in. So many people are watching. I absolutely cannot lash out today. Deep breaths, deep breaths, exhale..." March 7th took a deep breath.

Normally, Yan Huan could finish his Zha Jiang Mian in less than a minute, but now it had been a full ten minutes.

There was even still half of it left on the plate.

He was still eating.

Ten minutes later, there was still a quarter of the Zha Jiang Mian left on his plate.

"Ding dong—ding dong—ding dong—"

March 7th's phone kept buzzing with message notifications, seemingly from personnel on the space station urging them on.

Since Yan Huan was busy eating Zha Jiang Mian and not replying, all messages were forwarded to March 7th.

March 7th frantically replied to the messages while urging the person leisurely savoring his meal on the sofa:

"Big Brother, can't you eat any faster?! According to the original schedule, we're already late!"

Yan Huan ignored her, smiling, "What's the rush? The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is. The protagonist always makes their entrance last."

March 7th widened her pinkish-blue eyes, "No, seriously? Are you treating a bowl of Zha Jiang Mian like a French meal?"

Yan Huan shook his head again, "This is no longer just an ordinary bowl of Zha Jiang Mian."

He looked at March 7th, his gaze sharp.

"This is the milestone that will kickstart my glorious life."

To March 7th's astonishment, Yan Huan suddenly sped up, devouring the remaining noodles at lightning speed.

He daintily wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, stood up, and looked at the crowd outside.

With a grand wave of his hand.

He said in a deep voice:

"The time is almost right. Let's go, follow me, Yan Huan, and broaden your horizons."

March 7th: "..."

Yan Huan walked off the Express with his hands in his trench coat pockets, his coat billowing, striding purposefully.

March 7th hurried to catch up.

Because they were testing the Simulated Universe today, Herta had a sudden whim to showcase her research findings on the entire space station's public screen.

As a result, many staff members were given a day off specifically to witness the brilliance of Master Yan Huan.

As soon as they disembarked from the Express, the staff members waiting outside greeted them respectfully:

"Master Yan Huan, you've finally arrived!"

Yan Huan pushed up his sunglasses and scanned the circle of staff members with a poker face.

With his hands behind his back, he faced the sky:

"My apologies, everyone, for keeping you waiting. It must have been difficult waiting here for so long."

The staff members initially had some complaints about why Yan Huan was taking so long to appear.

But upon hearing his words, all their dissatisfaction vanished.

"Not at all, haha! Master Yan Huan is too kind; it's no trouble for us to wait."

"That's right, that's right! It's our utmost honor that someone like you would grace us with your presence to personally test our space station's project!"

"Even someone as powerful as Master Yan Huan needs to use the restroom, right?"

"Please give me your autograph!"

The crowd responded enthusiastically, and Yan Huan shook hands with each of them, not missing a single one.

He looked just like a high-ranking official inspecting the premises.

March 7th watched, dumbfounded:

"This guy really knows how to put on a show."

Among the staff members who shook his hand were many familiar faces.

Kapote shook his hand, "Brother Yan Huan, do you remember me? Haha, you're stealing the spotlight today."

Yan Huan nodded politely, "Of course, I remember. Young Master Bo, you seem a bit off today."

Kapote waved dismissively, "Ah, it's just a bit of rough weather."

Next.

Rong Cangzhong shook his hand, "Brother Huan, do you remember me? Back then, you were in the Containment Sector, protected by two Stellaron Hunters. If you hadn't drawn their fire, with the Antimatter Legion lining up to attack you, I would have been in trouble. My injuries have healed now, and the superior who was suppressing my thesis has been reported. I feel like my life is full of hope!"

Yan Huan smiled politely, "Of course, I remember. Good that they reported him; I hate superiors like that. I wish you a happy life."

Rong Cangzhong bowed deeply, "Thank you, my Brother Huan!"

Next.

Rocky shook his hand, "Brother Huan, do you remember me? Your sword strike caused changes in the magnetic field of the entire universe and stopped the star quake. If it weren't for you, my girlfriend Leslie and I might never have seen each other again due to spacetime curvature. Thank you so much for your righteous intervention."

Yan Huan nodded politely, "I remember, I remember. You were the loudest one praising how awesome I was that day."

Next.

Lamina shook his hand, "Mr. Yan Huan, I don't know if you remember me. When I saw you dealing with the Shui Xiao, I gradually understood many things. I believe that only by taking action bravely, like you, can one obtain the dignity that rightfully belongs to them. So, I wrote a letter of complaint to my superior that day. Did I do the right thing?"

Yan Huan nodded politely:

"Remember, remember, good job reporting them. The Space Station needs people like you. Start by cleaning up the workplace."

Lamina bowed deeply:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Yan Huan. I will definitely keep working hard!"

Watching these people praise Yan Huan.

March 7th held her breath, covering her small face with her hands in amazement:

"Are they praising the same person I know?"