New York.
Manhattan.
Another dull, listless day.
Bucky drove Qin Yi around with a blank expression.
The two of them wandered aimlessly through the streets.
Qin Yi could not understand why other transmigrators
were busy every day, as if they had endless things to do.
But when it came to him, why did it feel like there was nothing to do at all?
Especially lately,
it felt as though he had returned to the days when he used to work on Earth.
Day after day, he drifted through life in a daze.
It was all that damn writer's fault, messing around!
It was only Chapter 60, and Qin Yi was already practically invincible.
"I'm getting gas."
Bucky had always spoken like that.
It was as if saying one extra word would cost him his life.
Fortunately, Qin Yi had grown used to Bucky's cold face over the years.
Sometimes, Qin Yi would think to himself,
after some time had passed,
when Bucky saw his best buddy, Comrade Steve Rogers,
what kind of expression would he make? I'm really looking forward to it.
Qin Yi got out of the car.
He casually pulled out a cigarette.
A gas station employee who was cleaning nearby hurried over to stop him.
"Sir, you can't smoke at a gas station."
Qin Yi nodded awkwardly.
He really had been too idle lately. He had even forgotten basic common sense.
He casually stuffed the cigarette back into the pack.
At first, he did not pay much attention to the person speaking.
He only thought the man looked somewhat familiar.
Until
he looked at the gas station employee's chest.
The name printed on his badge was
Peter Jason Quill.
Qin Yi's mind went blank for a moment. He quietly confirmed,
"Quill?"
Quill, wearing a baseball cap, gave