Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, lead the way, I have important business with Ayato Kamisato."

He took a few quick steps, wanting to go inside.

But the high threshold of the Kamisato family's house was an insurmountable barrier for his current height.

Xiao Yichen: "..."

He stared at the threshold, his little brows furrowing even more, as if he were contemplating whether to climb or jump over it.

Thomas finally snapped out of his shock and almost burst out laughing when he saw the little guy looking at the threshold with a pained expression. But he felt more of an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

He suppressed a laugh and quickly stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to carry him over the threshold as if he were carrying an ordinary child.

"Lord Yichen, let me carry you..."

"Hey! Who wants you to hug them!"

Little Yichen, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately waved his little arms in protest, his face puffed up with anger.

"I can do it myself! Who do you think you are!"

As he spoke, he took two steps back, took a deep breath, and then suddenly took a running start—thump thump thump—his short legs pushed off with all their might!

Unfortunately, his jumping ability was limited, and he barely managed to grab the edge of the threshold. His two short legs kicked wildly in the air, like a little turtle trying to climb over a wall.

Thomas's mouth twitched wildly as he watched, struggling to suppress his laughter. Not daring to actually let him fall, he could only feign support behind him and cautiously ask.

"Um... Lord Yichen, how about... I help you a little?"

After struggling for a long time, Xiao Yichen finally faced reality and hummed somewhat unwillingly.

"...Alright, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. You, Thomas, lend me a hand!"

The tone suggested that he wasn't asking for help to cross the threshold, but rather issuing some important strategic directive.

Thomas quickly responded, carefully supporting his little arm and gently helping him cross that "chasm".

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Xiao Yichen immediately straightened the oversized kimono he had obviously found at the last minute, trying his best to regain his "I am very dignified" expression, although his rosy cheeks and slightly messy hair completely gave him away.

"Alright, lead the way."

He waved his little hand, as if the little kid who had been struggling with the threshold just moments before wasn't him at all.

Thomas looked at the "three-year-old" in front of him, who was taking small, unsteady steps that seemed to indicate he didn't recognize anyone but was seriously asking to see the head of the family. Thomas felt that his worldview had been shaken like never before.

He suppressed the complex emotions he felt—a mix of wanting to laugh, excited, and wanting to cry—and quickly stepped forward to lead the way.

"Yes, yes... Lord Yichen, this way please... watch your step..."

As Thomas walked, he couldn't help but glance back every now and then, afraid that this unusually "miniature" big man might accidentally fall.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yichen was trying his best to keep up with Thomas's pace while muttering to himself.

"This body is such a hassle... Even walking is a struggle... When I see Ayato Kamisato later, I need to figure out what to eat first, I'm starving... I wonder if I can even bite into those three-colored dumplings now..."

The soft, childlike voice murmured worries that were completely out of sync with the child's age, creating an extremely endearing contrast.

Thomas listened to the muttering behind him, looked up at the sky, and tried hard not to laugh through his tears.

Lord Yichen is back…

Although the method was a bit too shocking...

But this is really great!

A moment later, Thomas led the “three-year-old” with his domineering (or self-perceived) short legs across the courtyard and arrived outside Ayato Kamisato’s study.

For the past few days, the doors and windows here have remained tightly closed, and a sense of low pressure has permeated the air.

Xiao Yichen gestured to Thomas that there was no need to announce his arrival, and stepped forward himself.

He looked up at the door, which seemed excessively tall for his current height, and tentatively reached out to push it, only to find it wouldn't budge.

He pursed his lips, then lifted his short leg and kicked the door panel not too hard. He then cleared his throat and called inside in his clear, yet trying-to-sound-deep, childlike voice:

"Hey! Ayato Kamisato! It's me! Open the door!"

Inside the study, Ayato Kamisato, who was staring blankly at a dead chess game and looked haggard, was slightly startled by the sudden childish voice and the impolite address.

This voice... is both unfamiliar and strangely familiar?

And who dares to call him by his given name... Whose lost child is so rude?

He frowned, initially not wanting to pay attention, but then he heard Thomas's anxious, strangely accented low voice trying to dissuade him from outside the door.

"Lord Yi, Lord Yichen... please keep your voice down... the patriarch isn't in a good mood..."

Yichen...Master?

Ayato Kamisato suddenly raised his head, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Was it an auditory hallucination? Or...?

Just then, that little, childlike voice rang out from outside the door again, clearly impatient:

"Ayato Kamisato! Are you deaf? Open the door! It's me! Yichen! I survived the duel before the emperor and came back to discuss our next steps! Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

A duel before the emperor... and he didn't die...

These words struck Ayato Kamisato like a thunderbolt!

He sprang up from the cushion, his days of despondency instantly replaced by immense shock and an absurdly hopeful feeling!

He didn't even bother to put on his wooden clogs properly, staggered a few steps to the door, and flung it open with a loud bang!

The blinding sunlight poured in, illuminating the small figure at the doorway.

Ayato Kamisato looked down anxiously—

There stood a tiny, fair-skinned boy with black hair, dressed in an ill-fitting kimono, hands on his hips, looking up at him with a disdainful gaze that seemed to say, "You've finally decided to open the door."

The urgency, shock, and hope on Ayato Kamisato's face froze completely in an instant, then slowly shattered, turning into a pure, incomprehensible blank.

He glanced at the little bean, then looked up incredulously at Thomas beside him, who had a "Master, please calm down" expression on his face. Then he slowly and mechanically lowered his head to look at the tiny little thing that was not even as tall as his thigh.

Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, Xiao Yichen became even more impatient, his little brows furrowing tightly.

"Hey! What are you looking at! Don't you recognize me? Let me in, I'm exhausted from standing at the door!"

As he spoke, he tried to walk inside, but was stopped by the high threshold.

"Tsk, trouble!"

Xiao Yichen muttered something and started struggling with the threshold again.

Ayato Kamisato: "..."

He felt as if his brain had completely stopped working.

He even subconsciously rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was experiencing severe hallucinations due to excessive grief and staying up late.

That Yichen who could inspire even Ayato Kamisato's admiration and desire to follow him...

A…three-year-old…toddler?!

Still struggling with the entry barrier?!

Chapter 19: Careless, didn’t dodge

"you you…"

The usually eloquent and resourceful Ayato Shinri stuttered for the first time in her life. Her finger trembled as she pointed at Xiao Yichen, who was struggling to lift his leg, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"...Yichen...? You...what...what happened?!"

Xiao Yichen finally gave up on relying on himself, raised his head in annoyance, and rolled his eyes.

"What else could it be? It died, then came back to life, and shrank! Got it? If you do, hurry up and carry me inside! Also, I'm hungry. Have someone bring over some tricolor dumplings and milk, and keep them warm!"

Kamisato Ayato: "!!!"

Dead...resurrected...shrunken...

This overly simplistic and blunt explanation, coupled with the other party's self-righteous and bossy manner, finally made Ayato Kamisato completely certain—this adorable little bean in front of him really was Yichen!

A tremendous sense of absurdity and an indescribable, rekindled ecstasy overwhelmed his heart.

He almost instinctively squatted down, frantically and extremely carefully picking up the soft little body, his movements stiff as if he were holding a fragile, priceless treasure.

Xiao Yichen felt uncomfortable being held so awkwardly by him, so she squirmed in his arms and gave instructions.

"Clumsy... Support your back! Yes... Okay, go in, go in!"

Ayato Kamisato, carrying the seemingly light yet incredibly heavy "Lord Yichen" in his arms, walked back to his study step by step, feeling as if he were in a dream.

He carefully placed Xiao Yichen on the soft cushion, and the little guy immediately sat cross-legged like a little adult, and then urged him on.

"Hurry up, eat! We can talk while we eat, time is of the essence!"

Ayato Kamisato took several deep breaths to barely suppress the turmoil in his heart. He waved to Thomas, who was also in a state of shock outside the door, his voice still a little unsteady.

"...Prepare according to...as he said...hurry up..."

Thomas snapped out of his daze and hurriedly ran to prepare.

Inside the study, Ayato Kamisato sat opposite Yichen, looking at his "boss," who was trying hard to put on a serious expression but was undeniably adorable, with a complex and complicated gaze.

The revolution... is not yet successful?

The leader... has turned into a cub?

A moment later, Thomas brought over warm milk and several strings of fresh tricolor meatballs.

Little Yichen's eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his little hands, grabbed the milk cup with one hand and the meatball with the other, and began to eat and drink heartily without any regard for his image.

"Phew—I'm alive again!"

He sighed contentedly, licked his lips which were stained with milk and sauce, and his little face beamed with pure happiness.

"It's delicious!"

Ayato Kamisato sat opposite him, watching this "three-year-old" eating heartily and completely oblivious to the danger, and felt his temples throbbing.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and asked the question that had been bothering him for days and had almost exhausted him:

"Mr. Yichen! Please forgive my rudeness! But why...why did you recklessly challenge the General to a duel before the Emperor?!"

His tone was tinged with lingering fear, confusion, and even a hint of resentment.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?! If it weren't for you... you seem to have a special method, we would really be..."

Xiao Yichen was struggling to deal with a sticky dumpling when he heard this and paused in his movements.

He remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his large eyes, but it ultimately transformed into a profound seriousness on his childlike face that was beyond his years.

He shook his head, swallowed the food in his mouth, and spoke in a mature tone with a childlike voice:

"Now is not the time to talk about that."

"How's the situation outside? Has anything major happened while I've been dead?"

He was more concerned with the current situation.

Ayato Kamisato was taken aback by his sudden change of topic, but seeing his serious expression like a little adult, he had no choice but to suppress his questions and report back.

"Initially, there was indeed some turmoil and panic, especially within the Heavenly Order and among some vested interest groups..."

However, Kujo Sara took over quickly and took a tough stance, and the company magistrate fully cooperated in suppressing the situation. The situation has now basically stabilized.

Many of your policies are still in effect.

"That's good."

Xiao Yichen nodded, seemingly unsurprised by the result.

He picked up the milk glass, gulped down several mouthfuls, and then, as if he had made some important decision, put down the glass and looked at Ayato Kamisato with a serious expression.

“My body,”

He patted his chubby little chest.

"It will take about a month to recover."

Upon hearing this, Ayato Kamisato breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it's only been a month, it will be over soon...