Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

"No... no way!"

Yi Chen blurted it out almost without thinking, straightening his back and trying to express the most "sincere" emotion in the loudest voice, although it sounded more like a dying declaration.

"My loyalty to you, Commander Qin, is as clear as heaven and earth! As stern as the sun and moon! My heart is devoted to you..."

Qin tilted her head slightly, interrupting the lines he was about to utter, lines he had rehearsed countless times. A faint, playful glint flashed in her eyes.

"So, that last sentence... was it my ninety-ninth confession to me?"

"Shh-!"

More cold sweat poured down Yi Chen's forehead and back. He felt like a flower being roasted over a fire, about to melt and evaporate completely.

"Ah ha ha……"

Qin suddenly chuckled softly, but there was little warmth in her laughter. She waved her hand casually, as if she had just made a harmless little joke.

"Yichen, why do you look so nervous? Relax, have a seat."

She pointed to the chair opposite her, her tone so relaxed that it seemed they were just having a casual chat.

"Right now, we're just chatting casually as 'friends'."

Like a pardoned prisoner, Yi Chen moved stiffly and awkwardly to the chair, carefully sitting down on half of his bottom.

Qin rested her hands under her chin, her tone still gentle.

"So, Yichen, as your 'friend,' I'm curious... what was the reason you were late this morning?"

Here it comes! The first question of the final judgment!

Yi Chen's mind raced, weighing the mortality rates of "dying even worse after being caught lying" versus "confessing and facing a life sentence." Ultimately, under Qin's seemingly gentle yet all-knowing gaze, he chose—

"...Because I drank alcohol last night."

Yi Chen's voice was so low it was like a mosquito's hum.

Problems with the piano came one after another, almost without pause.

"...Yura."

Yi Chen closed his eyes and uttered the name in despair.

Qin drew out her words, her tone full of meaning.

The oppressive atmosphere surrounding her seemed to have eased slightly?

It seemed as if a known answer had been confirmed, but then an even more pointed question arose.

"And then? Why did you oversleep?"

Her gaze was like the most precise probe, locking onto every subtle change in Yi Chen's expression.

"Because... I overslept..."

Yi Chen tried his best to make his eyes look sincere and innocent.

Qin leaned forward slightly, and the mask of calm she had been deliberately maintaining finally cracked. A mixture of tension, inquiry, and something she was trying hard to suppress made her blurt out, her voice involuntarily rising and echoing clearly in the overly quiet office:

"Who did you sleep with!"

Yi Chen was startled by the sudden, almost interrogative tone. He stared blankly for a moment and answered instinctively.

"I...I slept by myself?"

After he finished speaking, the office fell into a deathly silence.

Chapter 29 Decapitation meal

Qin exhaled softly, her tense shoulders relaxing almost imperceptibly. The oppressive atmosphere that had almost solidified into a tangible form dissipated somewhat, like morning mist pierced by sunlight.

"So this is ah."

She repeated it softly, as if she had finally gently removed a small pebble stuck in her heart.

It turns out that Yura really did mean well, taking him to a hotel while he was completely drunk, and not...

It's all that bard's fault for not doing his job properly!

His ambiguous tone and exaggerated descriptions almost made her think she had become an incompetent boss.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile of relief flickered across her lips, though she quickly suppressed it.

She raised her eyes, her gaze falling once more on Yi Chen, who was still sitting upright opposite her, barely daring to breathe. His expression, as if facing a formidable enemy, now looked somewhat... pitiful.

The lingering, inexplicable resentment in her heart seemed to have been somewhat diluted by this appearance.

Qin even felt a slight pang of guilt, wondering if she had overreacted.

Her voice had completely returned to its usual gentleness, even with an extra, almost imperceptible softness.

"You rushed here, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

Before Yichen could answer, she stood up naturally.

"Perfect timing, I haven't had breakfast yet either."

Sunlight streamed through the window, dancing on her golden hair and bathing her in a soft glow.

She looked at Yichen and extended an invitation, with the perfect amount of care and grace that belonged to Jean Gunnhildr.

"How about we go get breakfast together first?"

She tilted her head slightly and added, as if it were the most natural suggestion imaginable.

"I invite you."

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze carried the enticing aroma from the grill outside the Deer Hunter Restaurant throughout the streets and alleys.

It should have been a relaxing morning, but Yichen felt immense pressure as he followed Qin closely behind.

The troupe leader actually... invited him to breakfast?

Or was it after just experiencing that "death question and answer" session?

Could this be the legendary...last meal before execution?

Yi Chen's mind raced, trying to decipher the possible hidden trap behind this breakfast.

Is this the final act of tenderness? Or the beginning of a new trial?

He stole a glance at Qin's back. She walked with a composed gait, her golden ponytail swaying gently in the sunlight. It seemed... her mood had really improved?

Qin sat down at an outdoor table.

"Yes! Captain!"

Yi Chen instinctively stood at attention in response, then stiffly pulled out a chair and sat down, his posture so perfect it could be included in a textbook of knightly etiquette.

Miss Sarah greeted them warmly: "Captain Qin, Yichen, good morning! What would you like to eat today?"

"A fisherman's toast and a cup of hot milk, please."

Qin smiled as she ordered her food, then looked at Yichen.

"I...I'm the same! Uh no! Double! Ah, no..."

Yi Chen was somewhat incoherent, and finally gave up entirely.

"A super deluxe BBQ steak! A large one, please! Thank you, Miss Sarah!"

Sarah smiled, made a note of it, and turned to prepare.

A subtle silence fell over the dining table.

Yi Chen sat upright, unsure where to look.

Qin looked at his nervous appearance and suddenly found it a little funny.

She gently stirred the hot milk that was served next, breaking the silence.

"Don't be so formal, Yichen. This isn't work time."

"Yes, Commander!... Oh no, okay..."

Yi Chen tried to relax, but his body became even stiffer.

Qin sighed and decided to be direct.

"Just now in the office... my question might have been a bit... too direct. I hope it didn't scare you."

She paused, her voice softening.

"I just... well, as the leader, it's only right that I care about the living conditions of my subordinates."

This reason sounds impeccable.

Yi Chen nodded vigorously.

"No, no! Commander, your concern is justified! It was my behavior that was inappropriate; I was drunk and late, which brought shame to the Knights! I deeply regret my actions!"

Seeing his expression, as if he wanted to nail her to the pillar of shame, Qin's last bit of unease dissipated.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly: "There's no need to make such a big deal out of it. Occasional relaxation... is understandable. Just be mindful of your limits next time and don't let it interfere with your work."

"I promise not!"

Yi Chen immediately assured him, then added in a low voice,

"...At least it won't be delayed because of drinking."

At that moment, breakfast was served.

Looking at the huge, sizzling, and fragrant roasted pork rib in front of him, and then at the simple and healthy fisherman's toast in front of Qin, Yi Chen felt that the two scenes were completely different.

Qin picked up her toast and ate it in small bites, her posture elegant.

Yi Chen then picked up his knife and fork and began to tackle the huge roasted pork patty.

With delicious food in front of him, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

The sun was shining warmly, and the surrounding area was filled with the sounds of Mondstadt gradually awakening. The aroma of food was comforting.

The atmosphere truly relaxed amidst the aroma of the delicious food.

Qin wiped her mouth with a napkin, looked at Yi Chen across from her with his chubby cheeks, and suddenly had a different thought.

She knew those confessions weren't heartfelt; they were more like some kind of quirk she couldn't understand.

But it was precisely this "lack of sincerity" that aroused her desire to tease him, to see what "professional" insights could come out of that mouth that always spouted surprising remarks.

She asked in a casual tone, with a hint of pure curiosity (at least on the surface).

"Speaking of which, Yichen, the flowers you sent to Yura each time you confessed your love a hundred times seemed to be different? Was there a reason for that?"

As soon as this "professional field" was mentioned, Yi Chen immediately perked up, temporarily forgetting his nervousness, and began to explain his "flower confession strategy" in a very detailed and logical manner, from Cecilia flowers to dandelions to windmill chrysanthemums.

Qin listened patiently, nodding occasionally, and asking one or two questions to guide him to continue.

Watching his face light up with excitement at being recognized for his "professionalism," Qin unconsciously traced circles on the rim of her cup with her fingertips.

Qin put down her cup and leaned forward slightly when Yichen finally realized he had said too much and abruptly stopped, looking at her cautiously.

She deliberately dragged out her words, as if she were seriously considering a difficult problem.

"Hmm...now that you mention it, I suddenly feel..."

She looked at Yichen with innocent and sincere eyes, as if she had simply offered an excellent suggestion.

"The roses and lilies you gave me before were beautiful, but after looking at them for a while, weren't they... a bit too 'ordinary'? They didn't seem to live up to your reputation as 'the most affectionate person in Mondstadt'?"

Yi Chen's chewing motion froze instantly, and a piece of roasted meat fell back onto the plate with a "thud".

Qin seemed oblivious to his petrification, continuing to slowly drop bombshells in her gentle yet slightly troubled tone:

"you say……"

"For your ninety-ninth confession, how about trying a different kind of flower... something more special, something that better reflects your 'sincerity'?"

"...For example, the Sumeru Rose, which symbolizes 'ineffable joy' but only grows on the steep cliffs of Sumeru?"

"...Or perhaps, the Liyue Rainbow Flower, which represents 'true feelings' but is so expensive it can bankrupt ordinary families?"

"...Or, 'Burning Hope' Patishalan would also be good."

Watching Yichen's face change from shock to despair, she could almost see his miserable future: traversing mountains and valleys for these flowers, accumulating debts, and being chased by demons. For some reason, she felt even more delighted.