Is He Really That Dense

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, March 7th seemed to notice something.

She slowly scanned the people Yan Huan had just shaken hands with, recalling what they had said.

She began to piece together the connections.

Setting Rocky aside for now, wasn't Lamina's leader Kapote?

This meant Lamina herself had gone and reported Kapote.

The staff member named Rong Cangzhong's research topic seemed to be the mysterious "Wuwuberg."

He said that his superior, who had been suppressing his thesis, had finally been reported, so he was very happy.

Could his superior also be Kapote?

"..."

March 7th's gaze fell on Kapote.

As expected.

Although our Young Master Bo was also applauding and celebrating at this moment, the smile on his face was much more haggard.

He looked years older.

Full of weariness.

The radiant figure March 7th had seen that day was gone forever.

"What on earth did he go through?"

Just as March was wondering, she suddenly saw Yan Huan shaking hands with the child.

Wen Shiling, wearing a shirt printed with Yan Huan's avatar, was cheering excitedly.

Seeing Yan Huan approach, she eagerly extended her hand:

"Young Master Yan Huan, do you still remember me?"

Yan Huan was taken aback by the title, but then he politely extended his hand and shook hers:

"Of course, of course. You have excellent taste. Young Master Bo is truly a man of great talent."

"Uh..." Wen Shiling was stunned by his words, then gave an awkward laugh.

Her face turned red.

Actually, under Lamina's accusation, Young Master Bo's reputation had already collapsed.

But Yan Huan didn't know that yet.

Because Kapote had praised him before, Yan Huan had a rather good impression of Kapote.

At this moment, he just found Wen Shiling a bit strange, nothing more.

"Wait, what's printed on this shirt?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

After a closer look, he realized the face on Wen Shiling's shirt was so familiar.

"It's you, Mr. Yan Huan!"

"Ah???" Yan Huan was confused.

What was going on? Why did they all have his face printed on their clothes? Was this some new curse ritual?

"This photo isn't good. Go get a new one from March later; the ones she takes look better."

"Okay!"

Wen Shiling was very surprised and nodded vigorously.

March 7th, standing to the side, looked speechless.

She felt like she had stumbled into a major cult's proselytizing event, though she had no proof.

These people were really obsessed. It was just a project measurement, why did it feel like a large-scale fan meeting?

Yan Huan was the same.

He was already late, yet he was still shaking hands with everyone here, asking about each staff member's well-being.

Was he really preaching here?

The atmosphere around them remained enthusiastic, drawing Himeko and Welt of the Star Rail Express to the observation window to silently watch the scene below.

"Welt, Yan Huan is actually that popular among these staff members," Himeko said with a smile of relief.

As she spent more time with Yan Huan, she had come to understand his character.

Although he seemed carefree, he was actually very perceptive and sensitive on the inside.

"Yes, he's always been like this."

Welt crossed his arms, also watching the scene below.

"When he was the Captain, he faced countless enemies. Although his companions on the warship never said anything, the high-intensity combat made everyone feel very uneasy."

"These are all things I saw when I cooperated with them before."

Himeko raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "So, Mr. Welt's former influence was quite significant."

Welt chuckled awkwardly, "That was a long time ago. Now, my only companions are everyone on the train."

Himeko nodded.

In her eyes, Yan Huan and March 7th were quite similar. They hid their inner anxieties and tried their best to appear lively, leading many to believe they were carefree. However, it was often people like them who were worth getting to know better.

Himeko wasn't surprised that the two of them got along. In fact, she thought it was a good thing. After all, she and Welt were quite busy on the train, and Dan Heng wasn't very talkative. Pom-Pom sometimes couldn't stand March 7th's incessant chatter. With Yan Huan around, March finally had a companion.

"Welt, did the old Yan Huan have power like he does now?"

Welt shook his head and said softly, "Not at all. As far as I remember, he was always an ordinary person. The war was intense back then, and at night, he would always be melancholic because he couldn't help much."

"Every time he saw his comrades return, covered in wounds, he blamed himself immensely, wishing it had been him instead."

"He valued his own life very little."

"Then, whose life did he value?" Himeko asked curiously.

"If it were now, it would probably be March and us first. He'd put himself last."

Himeko was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at Welt and gave him a meaningful smile, "You know him quite well."

Welt sighed and smiled, "I remember many people. Some left forever, while others were able to become companions again in another universe. I'm genuinely happy for him that he's like this now."

While the two were chatting, the lively sounds from below continued to rise and fall. Yan Huan seemed to have indeed changed many things, or perhaps not. However, everyone had a day off today because of him, so all the staff members were in high spirits.

Although Herta was also an Emanator, she wasn't as approachable as Yan Huan. Many staff members hadn't even seen her true form. Even the Automaton rarely spoke to these staff members during normal times. Usually, after assigning some tasks, she would quickly log off. It was nothing like Yan Huan, who was willing to persist in visiting and comforting everyone for their sake, even if it meant being late.

Support Segment.

Platform.

Surrounded by a throng of excited staff members, Yan Huan finally entered the space station. After receiving so much praise in one day, even though he was wearing sunglasses, he couldn't stop smiling. The corners of his mouth were practically upturned. Yet, he feigned humility, saying, "Alright everyone, stop the compliments, please."

With his hands in his pockets, he flicked his trench coat, looked up at the sky, and said nonchalantly, "I'm just an ordinary person. After being bathed in glory that doesn't belong to me for too long, one can get disoriented."

"I've always felt," Yan Huan's gaze swept across the crowd, "that everyone here is wonderful."

"I am incredibly honored that you all came here to support me, Yan."

"I've felt your enthusiasm. Everyone, let's get down to business first."

With that, he beckoned to March 7th behind him, and under the watchful eyes of the staff members, the two entered the elevator.

"Mr. Yan Huan, I'll be cheering for you on the screen!"

"Brother Huan, see you in the public chat later!"

"Master Yan, your fly is down, remember to zip it up."

"Even the mighty Master Yan Huan will sometimes..." Before this person could finish, they were knocked down.

"Damn it, it's you again! Everyone, beat him up! Is this ever going to end?"

Outside the elevator, chaos suddenly erupted.

Yan Huan was completely bewildered.

But after closing the elevator doors, it became much quieter.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Yan Huan, still in high spirits, suddenly heard a long-lost electronic voice in his mind.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the phased Lie Flat reward: Key of the Gods - Divine Fire Sacred Judgment]

"Huh?!" Yan Huan's eyes lit up.