Hunt her

Just as Yan Xu had put the singing star model into the hovering suitcase, the spaceship suddenly shook violently.

The stardust crystals escorting the ship outside the porthole instantly formed a protective net, crushing the incoming meteorite swarm into dust.

The Star Key emblem on her wrist suddenly heated up, projecting a holographic image of Shen Yi's anxiety: "A quantum storm has occurred in the Vega laboratory, I have to go deal with it—"

Before the words were finished, the projection was severed by the distorted spatial folds.

Yan Xu bit into the candy in the mirror, only to find that the teleportation function had been locked, and a new line of small print had been added to the candy wrapper: "Safety First".

She sighed and lowered the folding pod, which had transformed into a desk, onto the company rooftop. As the nano-uniform automatically switched to a business suit, the stardust buttons stubbornly shimmered with Shen Yi's signature indigo blue. She was alone in the lab late at night, the holographic screen displaying abnormal data about Vega. As she checked the calculation results for the thirty-seventh time, a familiar knocking sound suddenly came from the ventilation duct—Shen Yi emerged from the maintenance hatch carrying a late-night snack box, her protective suit still covered in stardust fragments.

Yan Xu's fingertips hovered over the holographic keyboard, the blue light of the stardust button reflecting the pale blue under her eyes. Shen Yi placed the midnight snack box next to the data screen, stardust slipping from the cuff of his protective suit spelling out the word "Rest" on the table. "Is the quantum storm dealt with?" She didn't look up, the cursor still hovering over the parameters of Vega. Shen Yi suddenly pressed her wrist, indigo stardust spiraling up from where they touched—the particles reorganized in the air, forming her unfinished mathematical model. "You forgot to calculate the gravitational lensing effect." He tapped his fingertip, and the suspended formula immediately self-corrected. Yan Xu suddenly noticed that the lock on the midnight snack box was a miniature version of her lab's access control, and hidden under the insulation was the familiar wrapper of a transition candy. Shen Yi was putting her interstellar suitcase into massage mode, a mechanical arm extending from the suitcase to begin disassembling the data interface pin in her hair. "Don't move," he suddenly whispered in her ear, "Your eyelashes have supernova debris on them." With each breath, Yan Xu could smell the scent of Crab Nebula fireworks emanating from the inner layer of his protective suit.

Yan Xu's fingers gently caressed the stardust button, the indigo glow reflecting on her tired profile. "You're always like this," she said, looking at the undried stardust marks on Shen Yi's protective suit, "even though you just escaped from a quantum storm." The midnight snack box automatically unfolded into a miniature dining table, and the aroma of her favorite moon base-made tea wafted from the insulation layer.

Shen Yi stored her data interface pins into the floating suitcase, which immediately transformed into a massage chair surrounding her. "I've packed all the luggage," he said, his fingertips tracing the unfinished formula in the air, and stardust particles reassembled into a complete jump route map. "I even retrieved the quantum calculator you left in the Vega lab."

Yan Xu suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the lab's alarm system went off without warning. On the holographic screen, a set of deliberately hidden parameters was flashing in the data stream of Vega—the very code indicating the arrangement of stardust fragments on Shen Yi's protective suit. "You deliberately overlooked gravitational lensing," she squinted, "just so I would discover this?"

Yan Xu lightly traced the Stardust Code with her fingertip, and the data stream on the holographic screen instantly reconstructed into a three-dimensional star map. "So this is the real jump coordinate..." Before she could finish speaking, Shen Yi's protective suit suddenly flashed a red warning light. The jump candy in the midnight snack box automatically popped open, tracing an emergency evacuation trajectory in the air. "Three minutes." Shen Yi fastened the suitcase, which had transformed into a wristband, to her wrist. The Stardust Button suddenly split into twelve miniature thrusters. "The meteor shower is just the prelude; the quantum storm from Vega is spreading towards Earth."

Yan Xu quickly swiped the holographic screen, and the laboratory walls folded up like origami, revealing a hidden interstellar capsule. Shen Yi, however, pressed down on her hand as she packed the data chips: "This is enough." He opened his palm, where a star model compressed to the size of a diamond floated—the very same singing star she had just packed. The alarm suddenly blared, and an isolation field began to descend from the ceiling. Shen Yi abruptly pressed the "diamond" into her chest, and the starship's control interface immediately appeared on his nanosuit: "Luggage is never just objects," his breath, carrying stardust fragments, brushed against her earlobe, "but memories that allow you to continue forward."

Yan Xu's fingertips typed the last line of code on the holographic keyboard. Outside the office's floor-to-ceiling windows, the light of Vega shone through the quantum barrier onto her shoulders. When Shen Yi pushed open the door, she was stuffing a singing star model into the interlayer of her suitcase. "The data from the thirty-seventh jump test?" He put down the snack box, and the stardust on the cuffs of his protective suit automatically wove a countdown timer for his rest. "The meteorite belt samples haven't been analyzed yet." Without looking up, the suitcase suddenly transformed, extending a mechanical arm that gently disconnected the data interface from the back of her neck. Shen Yi pressed down on her wrist, and the familiar scent of lunar tea wafted from the unfolded insulation of the snack box—the very scent she had murmured during the last quantum storm. Yan Xu suddenly noticed the coordinates of Vega engraved on the bottom of the snack box, and inside Shen Yi's protective suit lining, there was the stardust hair clip she had lost in the Mars laboratory.

Yan Xu's fingertip paused on the stardust hair clip, and the data analysis in the holographic projection suddenly flickered with abnormal fluctuations. "You even found this..." Before she could finish speaking, the quantum barrier in the office suddenly rippled. Shen Yi's protective suit sleeves automatically unfolded into isolation shields, enveloping the two of them in a pale blue force field. "The Mars Lab sent an alert three hours ago," he lightly tapped the floating snack box, and a real-time star map appeared on its surface, "What you need isn't these data chips, but rest."

The light of Vega outside the window suddenly distorted and warped, and Yan Xu's suitcase unlocked automatically, popping out all the star models she had collected. These miniature celestial bodies arranged in the air the same stardust code as Shen Yi's protective suit, forming a jump path pointing to the lunar base. "So you had it all planned out all along," she thought, looking at the only empty spot in the group of models—the mark of that singing star now embedded in her chest.

Shen Yi grasped the robotic arm she was packing, and the aroma of tea wafting from the late-night snack box suddenly condensed into a solid memory crystal. "The final jump test," he placed the crystal in her palm, "take this to the lunar base, where there is complete quantum storm data." The office lights suddenly went out, leaving only stardust fragments on their protective suits outlining interlocking finger marks in the darkness.

Yan Xu's fingertips paused on the floating keyboard, and the data stream in the holographic projection suddenly distorted into alarm ripples. When Shen Yi pushed the midnight snack box in front of her, the nano-food box automatically unfolded into a star map tablecloth, with steaming lunar waffles arranged into the star trail text of "Rest". "Your biorhythm data is more disordered than an asteroid belt." He lightly tapped her temple with his fingertip, and stardust drifting from the cuff of his protective suit spelled out a sleep monitoring curve on her desk.