Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

Kaiya leaned closer, his single eye seemingly gleaming with gossip, his dark face displaying undisguised mockery.

"I just heard some incredible news! The 99th confession has once again added another significant entry to Captain Yura's 'vengeful notebook'? Wow, this perseverance is truly admirable!"

Yi Chen stumbled from the sudden "chokehold," turned his head irritably, and met Kai Ya's smiling face, which seemed to say "I love watching the show."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze precisely catching the familiar mischievousness in the other person's eyes, and immediately retorted:

“Oh, who do we have here? Isn’t this Yuan Rang, our Mondstadt’s ‘elusive’ and ‘prone-to-slacking’ cavalry captain? What’s this? Has the Knights of Favonius’ patrol route been changed to sunbathing in front of the Deer Hunter’s house today? Or is it…”

He paused deliberately, looking Kaia up and down in his casual attire.

"Did you come here specifically to pay homage to this 'affectionate' person?"

The name “Yuan Rang” hit Kaiya right where it hurt.

His nonchalant, teasing expression froze instantly, and his lips twitched as if he'd been given a sour, unripe grape.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Kaiya released his arm from Yichen's shoulder, exaggeratedly rubbing his temples, his single eye filled with helplessness.

"Brother Yichen, can't we be reasonable? I've said it eight hundred times! My name is Kaiya! Kaiya—! Kaiya of the Albury family! Not some 'Yuanrang'! Can you please change your habit of giving people random nicknames?"

"Okay, Yuanrang, I understand."

Kaiya was utterly defeated, as if all her strength had been drained away. She let out a long, extremely affected sigh, and her shoulders slumped.

"Forget it... arguing with you is a waste of my precious time for slacking off."

He waved his hand, giving an expression that said, "I admit defeat."

But the next second, Kaiya quickly leaned closer, mysteriously nudging Yichen's side with his elbow, lowering his voice, and a sly glint in his single eye:

"Seriously, Brother Yichen,"

He winked and made faces.

"This afternoon... was it the legendary hundredth time?"

Yi Chen readily admitted it, patted the bulging money pouch at his waist, and felt the sharp edges of the few Mora coins Sarah had given him.

"This is the last time. We're done."

"Hey hey hey..."

Kaiya let out a meaningful chuckle, her fingers unconsciously stroking her chin, her eyes darting around as if she were calculating something.

"So... Brother Yichen, do you think... there's a chance this time? How confident are you?"

His tone sounded like he was chatting casually, but his overly "ordinary" manner gave off a hint of trying to cover something up.

How perceptive was Yichen?

His gaze sharpened instantly, locking onto Kaiya's seemingly innocent face like that of a hawk.

"Captain Kai Ya..."

He slowly and deliberately pronounced the other person's name.

"You wouldn't... be in your knight order's 'recreation room' again..., would you...?"

Yi Chen deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze fixed on Kaiya's face for any subtle change.

"...Have you opened a betting pool?"

Chapter 5, the Hundredth Time

"Ah—ha, ha, ha—!"

Kaiya's laughter suddenly rose three octaves, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, carrying a kind of exaggerated attempt to cover up the truth.

His good eyeballs darted around.

"Brother Yichen, what are you saying!"

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how can someone be slandered without cause? We, the Knights of Favonius, have always..."

"Man!"

Yi Chen's movements were as fast as lightning. A precise and tricky elbow strike, carrying the strength he had honed over three years of working, struck Kaiya's unsuspecting ribs and soft flesh squarely!

"Ow—!"

Caught off guard, Kaiya let out a heart-wrenching wail, his entire body arching up like a boiled shrimp, his dark face instantly contorted in agony.

"Ouch... I was wrong! Bro! Don't hit me! Let's talk this out!"

Kaiya gasped, his voice trembling, all traces of the composure of a cavalry captain gone.

"Show me...show me! I'll show you! Three-seven...no! Four-six! You get six, I get four! How about that? Pretty generous, right?"

One second Yi Chen was as fierce as a drawn sword, the next second he was as gentle as a spring breeze.

The murderous aura on his face vanished as if by magic, replaced by a warm smile.

"Oh dear, Brother Kaiya, look at you, wouldn't it have been better if you had said so earlier?"

Yi Chen patted Kaiya on the shoulder with just the right amount of force, conveying a sense of camaraderie.

"I knew it! In the entire Mondstadt, our Captain Kaeya is the most righteous, fair, and respectable! He truly deserves to be called a pillar of the Knights of Favonius! This profit-sharing ratio looks very generous to me!"

Kaeya rubbed his aching ribs, looking at Yichen's handsome face with its innocent smile, and silently bestowed upon him the title of "Mondstadt's Number One Face-Changer".

He straightened up, grimacing, and asked irritably.

"So, seriously, are you even a little bit confident? I remember you swore you'd stop after a hundred attempts, but now..."

Yi Chen shrugged indifferently, as if the elbow strike had nothing to do with him.

"Confidence? Of course—absolutely not."

Kaiya looked at Yichen's nonchalant expression and couldn't help but twitch his lips again.

He cleared his throat, trying to adopt the air of someone who's been there, and despite the throbbing pain in his ribs, patted Yi Chen's shoulder again.

"Ahem... Brother, don't be discouraged, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Yura is a rare gem, but I know plenty of good girls! Gentle and considerate, lively and lovely, wealthy... Just ask, and I guarantee..."

Yi Chen raised his hand decisively and made a "pause" gesture.

"Thank you, Yuanrang, I appreciate your kindness. However,"

"I'm not interested in dating right now, and I don't have the time."

He looked up at the sun.

"Is there anything else? If not, I still need to go to the flower shop."

Kaiya was taken aback. Looking at Yichen's determined eyes, which seemed to say "I only want to make money (through the lottery) and say goodbye to working," she knew that further persuasion would be futile.

He shrugged.

"Uh... fine, fine, you can't force a relationship."

Anyway, this afternoon... well, whatever the outcome."

"If you're feeling down, or want to grab a drink... Angel's Gift, same spot, it's on me! Plenty to go!"

After saying that, without waiting for Yi Chen's response, fearing that this "King of Elbow Strike" might remember some "unreasonable clauses," he immediately turned around, clutching his still throbbing ribs, and disappeared into the afternoon crowds of Mondstadt. His back view exuded a sense of haste and a "get out of there quickly" feeling.

Only after confirming that Yi Chen's view was blocked by a building did Kaiya stop and lean against the door of a closed shop, grimacing as he rubbed his wound.

"Hiss... This kid really goes all out..."

"But...hehehe..."

"The betting odds for this afternoon's 'heartfelt' drama... are more popular than ever before!"

"A sure-fire way to make money on drinks... and here it is!"

As the setting sun casts its golden rays, it paints the ancient stone walls of Mondstadt a warm orange-red, while the evening breeze, carrying the moisture of Cider Lake and the whispers of dandelions, gently brushes past the city gates.

Yi Chen changed out of the Deer Hunter's waiter's uniform and into a well-tailored dark black casual outfit that made him look even more upright. He looked less down-to-earth and more solemn, as if he had been carefully prepared.

The flowers in his arms were no longer Cecilia flowers, but a bunch of bright yellow daffodils, their petals dancing with lively gold in the setting sun, like frozen sunlight.

In the distance, that familiar dark blue figure arrived as expected.

Yura walked in, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Behind the chrysanthemum bushes on the left, he deliberately held his breath, but couldn't hide his excitement...

In the shadow of the thick branches of the ancient oak tree on the right, the faint sound of armor rubbing together could be heard...

And in the blind spot of the watchtower above the city gate arcade, there was a figure with an eye patch whose silhouette almost blended into the twilight... and at least four or five people around him who were holding their breath!

Yura's fingertips twitched almost imperceptibly.

A surge of anger, mixed with immense shame, embarrassment, and being "watched," instantly welled up inside him!

These boring guys! Especially that Kaeya!

Her steps were perfectly steady, maintaining the elegant demeanor ingrained in the very bones of the Lawrence family, as she walked straight up to Yi Chen.

The light of the setting sun outlined her perfect profile and also illuminated the overly bright daffodils in Yi Chen's arms.

Just as Yi Chen's face habitually lit up with that perfectly practiced, almost flawless, "affectionate" smile, preparing to begin his final "work report"—

A hand wearing a leather glove, with cool fingertips, shot out with lightning speed!

With precise, slightly venting force, she pinched the softest spot on his waist!

Caught off guard, Yi Chen let out a muffled groan, his smile instantly freezing on his face, and he almost threw the daffodil in his arms away.

The intense soreness made him gasp. His eyes widened instantly from the pain and confusion as he stared blankly at Yura, who still maintained an icy expression.

Yura turned her head slightly, her icy blue eyes glancing at him sideways. The setting sun cast a small shadow under her long eyelashes, obscuring the complex emotions surging in her eyes.

"How dare you... bring so many people to watch me make a fool of myself..."

"Yi Chen... I'll remember this grudge!"

Her fingers, which were pinching his waist, even twisted it half a turn in retaliation before she abruptly withdrew them.

That force would definitely leave clear finger marks on the skin.

Yi Chen winced in pain, clutching his lower back, completely stunned.

He looked around blankly, but saw nothing but the city walls under the setting sun and a few passersby returning home late!

The way this lady rejected people today... why did it even involve a physical attack?

He opened his mouth, but the sharp pain in his waist and this inexplicable "accusation" completely blocked his words, leaving only a huge question mark hovering above his head.

At this moment, those "hiding points" in Yura's perception:

Behind the windmill chrysanthemum bushes, a red scout knight tightly covered the mouth of a Spark Knight next to him who was so excited he was about to jump up.

On an oak branch, the librarian's observation notes nearly slipped from his hand, but were quickly caught by the serious-looking acting leader next to him.

In the blind spot of the lookout tower, Kaeya covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking wildly, silently mouthing words to his companion beside him.

"Open! Open! It's safe!"

The setting sun sank even lower, casting long shadows of the two people at the city gate.

Yi Chen rubbed his aching waist, looking bewildered and aggrieved.

Only the bunch of yellow daffodils, slightly bent from being pinched, swayed gently in the evening breeze, the golden light dancing on their petals reflecting this extraordinary 100th confession, secretly "blessed" by countless eyes.

Chapter 6 Pay off the debt

Even though the soft flesh around his waist was still throbbing, a reminder of Yola's merciless "warning," and even though unspeakable embarrassment and anger were churning beneath that perfect, icy face, Yi Chen still dutifully played the role of "Mondstadt's most affectionate lover."

He took a deep breath, suppressing the slight grievance caused by being inexplicably pinched, and quickly put back on that gentle smile that he had practiced countless times and that could make the hearts of Mondstadt girls race.

The golden glow of the setting sun fell on his handsome features. He leaned forward slightly and solemnly handed the bouquet of dazzling yellow daffodils to Yura.

"Yura, I like you."

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Looking at the almost unreal handsome face in the sunset, and listening to his line that he had repeated ninety-nine times, Yura felt as if a wet dandelion had been stuffed into her chest, making her feel stuffy, blocked, and itchy.

She sighed almost resignedly, a long, extremely soft sigh, as light as a feather, yet carrying a thousand unspoken words of helplessness.