Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

The captivating blush on Yura's face, the sparkling starlight in her eyes, the slightly trembling fingertips... everything froze the moment the word "friend" was uttered.

Then, like a volcano that has been accumulating to its limit!

A visible flush of heat, a mixture of extreme shame, immense disappointment, furious anger at being mocked, and despair at the hopelessness of this blockhead, instantly spread from Yura's neck all the way to the tips of her hair!

"Yi! Chen!!!"

A furious roar, filled with murderous intent and almost shattering its own voice, rang out in the silent street!

Yura even lost the ability to think!

The body reacted instinctively to the most primal impact of the overwhelming emotions!

She twisted her body and lowered her shoulder, unleashing a fierce elbow strike with all the strength of a guerrilla captain. Like a crossbow bolt fired from a gun, it whistled through the air and struck Yi Chen's unsuspecting left rib with perfect accuracy!

"Click——!!!"

A sharp, clear sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet night!

"Well!!!"

Yi Chen let out a muffled groan, his entire body flying half a meter off the ground like a kite with a broken string, before crashing heavily onto the cold bluestone pavement!

He curled up, his face turning deathly pale!

The immense pain overwhelmed him like a tsunami, but what confused him even more was—why?!

Yura regretted it the moment she swung that elbow!

Watching Yi Chen fly out like a rag doll, curling up on the ground, his handsome face contorted in pain, a stinging trickle of bright red blood even spilling from the corner of his mouth...

Yi Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the stone slab beneath him red.

"Yichen!!"

Yura's anger was instantly replaced by immense terror and regret. She pounced like a startled rabbit, her voice trembling with tears.

"Are you alright?! I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean to! I...I..."

She looked at Yichen's pained expression helplessly, wanting to touch him but afraid of aggravating his injuries. Her previous coldness and pride vanished, leaving only panic and heartache.

"Cough...cough..."

Yi Chen coughed up a little more blood. He struggled to lift his head and looked at Youla's tearful and panicked appearance. He managed to force a twisted smile on his face, one that was tinged with...appreciation?

He gasped for breath and said haltingly:

"N-nothing... Yura... your elbow strike... cough... the power and angle... were too... too precise... simply... cough... perfect... textbook level..."

He tried to give a trembling thumbs-up, his eyes even glistening slightly.

"You...you're very...very talented...cough cough..."

Eula: “…”

Seeing Yi Chen wince in pain, blood trickling from his mouth, yet still managing to give a serious (?) evaluation of her elbow strike technique, is truly astonishing.

Yura's slight regret was instantly replaced by an even stronger urge, a mixture of "Is this guy a punching bag come to life?!" and "I really want to give him another elbow to shut him up for good!"

However, reason and sympathy ultimately prevailed.

Yura suppressed the urge to hit him again and hurriedly tried to help him up.

"Shut up! You idiot! I'll take you to the Cathedral of the West right now! Barbara can definitely heal you! Hang in there!"

Her voice was choked with sobs as she tried to lift Yichen up.

"Don't...don't..."

Yi Chen gasped in pain and quickly waved his hand.

"No...no need to trouble Miss Barbara...really...you...just help me to...over there...that bench...that's all..."

He pointed with difficulty to a bench on a street corner not far away, looking stubbornly (and recklessly) like he was saying, "I'll just lie down for a bit."

Yura couldn't persuade him otherwise. Feeling both sorry for him and annoyed, she could only carefully, as if holding a fragile piece of porcelain, struggle to help the still gasping "human punching bag" up and slowly walk towards the bench.

Just as the two were struggling to move.

In the shadow of the roof of a house next to the street.

A figure crouched there silently, short black hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, and the signature gradient green braid hanging down the back of the head.

His emerald green eyes widened, and he covered his mouth tightly, his shoulders shaking wildly as he tried to suppress laughter, his face turning red from holding it in.

"Pfft...cough..."

Wendy barely managed to stop himself from laughing out loud. He lowered his hand, his eyes filled with shock and...sincere admiration, as if he had just witnessed a major spectacle.

He looked down at Yi Chen, who was being supported by Yura, wincing in pain but still trying to endure it. Then he looked at Yura beside him, whose face was full of frustration, heartache, and a slight urge to hit someone. He couldn't help but murmur to himself, his tone filled with incredulous admiration:

"My God... Mondstadt by your side..."

"This young man...he..."

"He's practically courting death!!!"

"This move...this audacity...this art of courting death...tsk tsk tsk..."

Wendy stroked her chin, as if she had discovered a rare treasure:

"As expected of someone who can wake me up from my deep sleep with such outrageous 'fun'!"

Chapter 15 Yura Turns into a Pervert!

Yi Chen grimaced as Yura carefully helped him to sit down on the cold stone bench.

A cool evening breeze swept by.

He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing and ignore the excruciating pain.

However, only a few breaths later—

The excruciating pain, which felt like it was tearing his internal organs apart, subsided as quickly as the tide receded! Incredibly fast!

He opened his eyes in surprise and doubt, and subconsciously moved his body.

Apart from the dust on his face from falling on the ground and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, his movements were surprisingly smooth!

"this……?"

Yura was also stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She clearly heard a distinct cracking sound! And she saw him vomit blood!

How come you acted like nothing happened in the blink of an eye?

Could it be that... my elbow strike wasn't actually that hard?

No! Impossible! That feel...

Yi Chen also felt that something was very wrong.

He tried to take a deep breath. There was no sharp pain in his chest as he had expected, but... he felt something was off.

Something seems off...?

With a sense of doubt, he carefully felt around his left side through his clothes.

As I pressed down with my finger, I could clearly feel the muscles and bones beneath the skin... Hmm?

Wait a minute? This curve... seems a bit off?

Yi Chen's expression instantly became extremely strange.

He checked it several times and finally came to an absurd conclusion:

The bone was set and healed, but... it grew crooked!

Perhaps it was because of an incorrect landing posture, or perhaps the self-healing factor was only focused on "adhesion" and didn't take the time to "reset"?

This feeling... is like a newly installed door frame that's a little crooked. It works, but it just feels uncomfortable all over!

He looked up at Yura, who was still in a state of shock and confusion.

Under the moonlight, her brows furrowed slightly and her red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to ask him how he was doing, but didn't know how to start.

Yi Chen took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and clenched it into a fist.

“Yura…”

"Use your elbow against me."

The air froze again.

Yura's blank expression instantly turned into utter astonishment!

"You...what did you say?!"

Yura's voice changed tone, and she even subconsciously took half a step back.

"Yi Chen! Did I mess up your brain?! You want me to... elbow you again?!"

"Listen to me, Yura!"

Yi Chen quickly explained.

"That last strike... well, it worked really well! But... maybe it was the landing posture, or... well, anyway, the bones inside... are crooked!"

He pointed to his left side.

"It's only slightly crooked! But it feels really awkward! Like a small pebble got into a brand new boot!"

"So! I need you! With your incredibly precise, textbook-level elbow strike technique!"

Yi Chen's eyes were filled with trust (?) and expectation.

"Give me one more time! Just one! The angle and force are the same as before! I promise I'll lie flat and stay still this time, cooperating perfectly to reset you! This is called... um, a precision medical strike!"

Eula: “…”

She looked at Yichen's handsome face, which seemed to scream "I'm serious," "Come hit me," and "Please," while listening to his utterly absurd theory of "precision medical strikes"...

A tremendous, indescribable sense of shame and indignation, mixed with the absurd feeling of "Is this person crazy?!", instantly overwhelmed all her reason!

But this time, she did not choose to run away.

Since you're asking for death, I'll grant your wish.

"Wait! Yura! You... Ouch—!!!"

Before Yi Chen could utter the word "light," Youla's figure had already transformed into a cold blue lightning bolt!

No hesitation!

The second, fierce elbow strike, imbued with all the guerrilla captain's power, accompanied by an even more terrifying whooshing sound, landed precisely and mercilessly on the same spot where Yi Chen had just been injured!

"Bang—Crack—!!!"

This time, the sound was even more muffled and terrifying! Yi Chen was blasted off the bench and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop!

He curled up, in so much pain he couldn't even groan; he could only gasp for air like a fish out of water.

Yura stood there, her chest rising and falling slightly, staring intently at the "human-shaped sandbag" on the ground, as if trying to confirm whether it was still alive.

A few seconds later, seeing that Yi Chen could still move, she snorted and shook her slightly numb elbow.

"Hmph, I'll remember this grudge! I'll remember it ten times over!"

Yi Chen lay on the ground for a while before the intense pain quickly subsided, like the receding tide.

He struggled to sit up, and the first thing he did was grimace as he lifted the shirt over his left side.

Under the moonlight, a strange little lump was clearly visible under his left rib, beneath the skin and muscles that should have been smooth!

The shape is distorted! It's even more ridiculously crooked than before!

Yi Chen gasped and poked the "small bag" with his finger.

"After all that effort, I still have to put it together myself, fw self-healing factor."

He tried to press and push the bulge with his hands, trying to "bend" the crooked ribs back, but he was afraid that he would use the wrong force and would wince in pain.

Yura had already crossed her arms, ready to coldly watch this self-inflicted idiot continue to perform his "abstract performance art".

But seeing him sweating profusely from the pain, clumsily struggling with his ribs, looking both pitiful and ridiculous...