Song Chi had been facing the wall for three days.
More precisely, he sat cross-legged facing the Starship's wall, his back to everyone.
No matter who called him, he refused to turn around.
Xie Changsheng passed by him, deliberately making his footsteps heavy, then doubled back and circled him.
"Tsk."
Song Chi didn't move.
Xie Changsheng clicked his tongue again.
Song Chi still didn't move.
Luo Hongyi couldn't stand watching anymore. "What are you doing?"
Xie Changsheng looked perfectly innocent. "Nothing. Just passing by and clicking my tongue along the way."
Zhou Yan, cracking melon seeds nearby, chimed in, "That's a pretty targeted way of passing by."
Xie Changsheng was entirely unapologetic. "That's just how I walk. Whenever I see something, I feel like clicking my tongue. Just now I thought of white-cut chicken, so I clicked my tongue. What, is that a crime?"
Song Chi's shoulders shook once.
But he still didn't turn around.
Gray Gray lay on a cushion, raised its donkey face for a glance, then buried it again.
It had figured them out: whenever this lot had nothing to do, they loved making each other uncomfortable.
The Starship sailed steadily toward the next mark.
Stars wheeled past the windows, and life aboard the ship was peaceful-if one discounted a certain silver-haired man who had been sitting facing the wall for three days.
Murong Li quietly asked Luo Hongyi, "How... much longer is he going to sit there?"
Luo Hongyi glanced at him. "No idea. Maybe until the embarrassment wears off."
"How long would that take?"
"Considering what he did..." Luo Hongyi thought for a moment. "At least another fortnight."
Murong Li fell silent.
She thought a fortnight might be a somewhat conservative estimate.
With nothing else to do, Zhou Yan pulled out the Myriad Heavens