Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

She processes documents quickly and efficiently, and her "outsourcing pilot" is thriving. It also helps her avoid a lot of unnecessary visitors and troubles.

Such a capable and competent assistant only has a harmless (?) little hobby...

My own assistant is very capable, but she's a little abstract. If I don't pamper her, who will?

Qin accepted and tolerated everything with the mindset of "raising a pet with super abilities but strange behavior".

Now, when she hears a confession, she doesn't even flinch. She can quickly and calmly reply, "Um, sorry, I refuse," while continuing to review the documents in her hand without stopping, her efficiency completely unaffected.

On one occasion, when Yichen's confession during his lunch break came a little late, Qin subconsciously asked him about it after listening to his work report.

"Hmm, and then? Did you forget something today?"

She was stunned for a moment after asking the question.

Yi Chen immediately understood and smoothly replied, "Oh right! Commander Qin, I like you, please marry me!"

Qin: "Okay, rejected. Take this document and file it."

All of this, however, was so glaring to Yura, who happened to pass by the captain's office.

That day, she came to submit a report on patrolling the edge of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain.

The office door was ajar, not fully closed.

She was about to raise her hand to knock on the door when the scene inside made her freeze instantly.

As the sun sets, warm orange-red light shines through the huge glass windows, bathing the office in a soft honey hue.

Qin and Yichen were standing side by side in front of the desk, looking down at a document spread out on the table—it seemed to be a progress chart about the Adventurers' Guild pilot project.

Because Yi Chen only brought one set of documents, the two inevitably ended up standing very close together.

A few strands of Qin's blonde hair fell down, and her profile looked focused and gentle in the light. She was pointing to a spot on the chart and whispering something.

Yi Chen leaned forward slightly, listening intently and nodding occasionally. His profile was particularly clear in the sunset, and he would occasionally speak in response, his breath almost brushing against the hair by Qin's ear.

From Yura's perspective, their heads were almost touching, and their shoulders were only an inch apart. The scene... had a damnably harmonious and tacit understanding!

Sunshine, focused discussion, close contact... all of this created a scene that Yura never imagined she would see.

She felt a sudden tightness in her chest, as if she had been stabbed hard by an invisible icicle, both cold and painful.

Yura recalled Yichen's daily confessions at the city gate. Although she was surrounded and teased, his persistent gaze, directed only at her, had quietly melted the frozen lake of her heart.

She remembered the red roses that belonged to the harp in the angel's gift.

And now... they're so close.

He was helping her through her troubles; they were discussing matters concerning Mondstadt; they looked...like true companions, even...

A sharp pain, a mixture of bitterness, grievance, and a sense of abandonment, instantly gripped Yora's heart.

This grudge was more intense and bitter than any other time before.

Yura's hand, which had been raised to knock on the door, slowly fell down, clenching into a tight fist, her nails digging deeply into the leather glove in her palm.

She stared intently at the scene through the crack in the door, as if trying to scorch the figures of the two people talking quietly in the sunlight.

All the sounds faded away, leaving only the thunderous yet icy pounding of my own heart in my chest.

......

In the afternoon, Yichen, having efficiently completed all her work, happily strolled over to the gift of the angels.

After a busy day, what could be more comforting than a glass of chilled dandelion wine?

However, the tavern was unusually lively today, almost full.

The adventurers talked loudly about the new quests they had taken on and celebrated the increase in income; the atmosphere was so heated it felt like the roof was about to be lifted off.

Yi Chen struggled through the crowd and squeezed his way to the bar.

Bartender Diluc still had that same unchanging icy expression.

"Lord Diluc, may your business prosper!"

Yi Chen raised his voice, trying to drown out the surrounding noise.

"A chilled dandelion liqueur, extra ice, please!"

Diluc raised his eyes and glanced at Yichen.

Although his overall impression of the Knights of Favonius was lukewarm, a rare, subtle expression of approval, almost like "approval," appeared on his usually stern face when faced with this assistant to the Grand Master who had indeed made a name for himself and significantly improved the efficiency and vitality of Mondstadt's lower ranks.

Diluc gave a low reply and deftly began mixing the drinks.

"In some ways, we should also thank your pilot program."

His tone was flat, revealing little emotion, but it was already unprecedented for him to utter the word "thank you."

"These adventurers who have just earned Mora are very willing to spend it."

"Wow--"

Crystal-clear ice cubes fall into the glass, followed by the pour of clear liquor.

Diluc pushed his glass towards Yichen and added casually.

"This one's on me."

"Oh? Well then, thank you very much, Lord Diluc!"

Yi Chen took the wine glass with some surprise. The cool sensation came through the glass and was refreshing.

He took a sip with relish, looked around, and began searching for an empty seat.

His gaze swept around and finally settled on the small table in the corner, where only Yura Lawrence was sitting.

She sat there alone, a glass of wine in front of her. Her profile looked particularly lonely and cold in the noisy tavern, as if she were surrounded by a low-pressure barrier that kept strangers away. No wonder the seats around her were empty.

Without thinking much, Yi Chen happily walked over with his wine glass in hand.

"Yura, good evening!"

He sat down in the empty seat opposite her quite naturally.

"Would you mind sharing a table? There are no seats available anywhere else."

Yura slowly turned her head and looked coldly at Yichen.

The warm lights and noise of the tavern seemed unable to melt the chill in her eyes.

She didn't answer his question about the seating arrangement, but instead slowly began to speak:

"Hmph... Assistant Yichen."

"You've been getting along 'well' with the band leader lately, haven't you?"

Yura leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto Yichen's eyes, which still held a hint of a relaxed smile after get off work, while a cold, emotionless curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Isn't she... much better than some clueless guerrilla leader who keeps rejecting you and even breaks your ribs?"

Chapter 25 Too Temperamental, Lara

When Yi Chen heard You La's barbed and icy words, he was slightly taken aback, seemingly not quite understanding where this sudden comparison came from.

He blinked, a hint of confusion on his face, then shook his head frantically, as if after a period of extremely "rigorous" thought.

"That's not how you say it."

He put down his wine glass, his expression becoming unusually serious.

"Each has its own merits."

Completely oblivious to Yura's instantly chilling gaze and almost tangible killing intent, he began counting on his fingers, analyzing the situation with an air of seriousness:

"Look at Qin, she's hardworking, responsible, tolerant, and very reasonable..."

He listed the piano's merits, then abruptly changed the subject.

"However, she sometimes works too hard and easily exhausts herself. Her dark circles are almost bigger than her eyes, which is worrying."

Then, he looked at Yura with an incredibly "sincere" gaze.

"Yura, you are a master swordsman, meticulous in your patrols, independent and self-reliant, and... well, your vengeful nature is quite unique and memorable!"

He paused, seemingly searching for a more suitable positive term, before finally adding.

"It's just that... sometimes I go a bit too far, and my temper is a bit unpredictable; I hold grudges for the slightest thing..."

He shrugged and gave a concluding speech, as if he had made a very fair and impartial evaluation.

"So you see, they each have their own advantages and disadvantages. It's impossible to simply say which one is better."

After saying that, he nodded to himself, feeling that his analysis was extremely insightful and fully demonstrated his objectivity and wisdom. He even picked up his wine glass and took another sip, completely unaware that he had already danced a whole tap dance on the "death line".

"That's so objective, Brother Yichen~"

Just then, a voice, slightly tipsy and elusive like a gentle breeze, suddenly broke in.

Suddenly, the bard Wendy, carrying his wine glass, strolled over to the table and sat down in the empty seat next to Yichen with remarkable ease.

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glazed; he had clearly drunk quite a bit.

Wendy nudged Yichen lightly with his elbow, giving him a "let me teach you" look, and said in a low voice (just loud enough for Yura to hear):

"In this situation, the standard answer is obviously—'Miss Yura is better'! Is there any need to hesitate? Tsk tsk, has your emotional intelligence been eaten by slimes?"

With Wendy's prompting, Yi Chen's brain, which had been immersed in "objective analysis," seemed to instantly reconnect with a broken string.

He exclaimed "Oh—" as if suddenly enlightened, and nodded vigorously, feeling that Wendy's words made perfect sense—after all, bards always understood human nature!

Yi Chen immediately turned his head to look at Youla, whose face was still icy cold, and his eyes became extremely "sincere".

“That’s right! Wendy is right!”

"Yura, you're even better!"

He seemed to feel that words alone were not enough, so he nodded vigorously to emphasize his point, and then offered the most "weighty" affirmation he could think of at that moment:

"Because—you are my only friend!"

I cherish you very, very much!

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yura's jawline, which was originally taut and almost frozen with ice crystals, loosened almost imperceptibly when she heard the words "only friend" and "cherish".

The overwhelming anger and sharp jealousy seemed to be somewhat diluted by a clumsy yet unexpected warm current.

Although the word "friend" still sounds harsh, the weight carried by "unique" and "cherish" temporarily overshadows the unpleasantness.

She snorted coldly, turned her face away, and stopped staring at Yi Chen with that murderous gaze, but the oppressive aura around her did dissipate quite a bit.

Wendy watched this scene from the side, covering her mouth and chuckling, her shoulders shrug.

He leaned close to Yichen's ear and whispered sarcastic remarks:

"Oh dear... 'My only friend'... Brother Yichen, did your words save the day or dig an even deeper hole? Hiccup~"

He then let out a burp.

Yi Chen completely failed to grasp the deeper meaning behind Wendy's words. Seeing that Yura seemed less angry and even tacitly agreed to let him share the table, he was in a great mood and happily picked up his wine glass again.

"Yura, don't just sit there, let's have a drink together! Let's celebrate our strong friendship!"

He pronounced the word "friendship" with exceptional clarity and volume, as if emphasizing his "innocence" and "emphasis."

Yura's body stiffened for a moment.

Ah...perfect.

She was just worried about not having a chance to pry open this blockhead's mouth and hear which of his "likes" to the ensemble leader and his solemn "cherishing" to her were the real truths he was talking about!

Yura's voice remained cool and aloof. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers crisply towards the bar, attracting Diluc's attention (although he didn't seem to want to be attracted).

"Mr. Diluc,"

She spoke loudly, her voice clearly piercing through the tavern's clamor.

"Give me ten cups of 'Death in the Afternoon'."

"Pfft-cough cough cough!"

Wendy, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, almost spat out her cider. She stared wide-eyed at Yura, then at Yichen, who was about to suffer misfortune, her face filled with the excitement of "Playing this big?"