Of course, Sui Xiong was not going to rest for just one day.
God had rested for only one day after creating the world—that was just a story. As Sui Xiong remembered it, God clearly had not done any major work after that, all the way until He sent down the Great Flood.
So, you see, resting would not cause trouble. It did not matter how long one rested. But if one worked too hard, trouble might arise instead—and when it did, it would be a big one!
People had to learn lessons from history!
And what was the lesson? Do not work too hard, of course~
Hadn't someone named Zheng Banqiao once said that it was a blessing to be muddleheaded? Since muddleheadedness was a good thing, laziness must be as well.
For example, before Sui Xiong transmigrated, he had read an online novel whose protagonist was named "Not Lazy." A fine name, wasn't it? Yet the author dawdled, writing a little and stopping a little, and after several years still had not finished the book. The readers waiting for updates were frantic with impatience. Someone had even tracked down the name of his character in an online game, specially registered an account, created a character, and went to hunt him down, forcing him to update quickly!
Thinking of that, Sui Xiong could not help laughing.
After he finished laughing, he found a spot, sprawled there lazily, and buried his head in sleep.
After being busy for so many days in a row, he truly was tired.
"...I'm tired." Crick lay in his chair, bathed in the gentle warmth of the spring sun, but his expression was somewhat desolate. "Really, I'm only tired."
His subordinates stood around him in silence, their eyes full of concern.
A few days earlier,