I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Author: Top One or Two

Introduction:

Duanmu Yan has traveled through time.

Knowing nothing about Solaris, he had no choice but to join Everard Bank in order to survive.

Not only do we have to work intensely every day, but we also have to deal with inspections from our superiors.

"Actually, Miss, you are really tall."

“Nothing happened between me and Miss Cantrella; I just slept at her place.”

"You're asking who that blond guy who's standing so close to me is? There are two blond guys here, one's a female sports student, and the other's a magical girl. Who are you talking about, Miss?"

“Zani? Uh… my relationship with her is very innocent.”

"By the way, Miss Cantrella, this is something Miss Cantrella specially asked me to bring to you. It's supposedly a beef and potato stew that she personally cooked. I hope you'll like it."

……

The next day, Duanmu Yan was fired because his left foot stepped into the company first.

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Volume One: Chapter One I'm Still an Ox and a Horse

It was past midnight.

The last light in the bank went out, and the surroundings fell into a quiet darkness.

Duanmu Yan couldn't help but let out a long yawn, his face full of exhaustion. He slowly closed the company door, the "click" sound particularly clear in the quiet night.

As always, he remained one of the last workers to leave the company...

Are you sure you didn't forget your things?

Duanmu Yan turned around, his eyes slightly dazed, staring blankly at Zanni standing there.

The latter leaned against a lamppost on the street, its eyes filled with an unconcealable weariness and despondency, as if its owner's soul had been taken to the heavens by Imbrard, leaving only a lifeless shell remaining in the mortal world.

"I took them all." Zanni yawned weakly, looking completely lifeless. "Let's go get something to eat. We still have to work overtime when we get back."

Upon hearing the word "overtime" uttered by Zanni, Duanmu Yan's lips trembled slightly involuntarily.

Before transmigrating, I was a cow or a horse.

Even after time-traveling, I'm still a beast of burden.

Then all my time travel was for nothing, wasn't it?

That's right, Duanmu Yan is a time traveler.

Two years ago, due to long hours of overtime, his body was overwhelmed and he was so exhausted that when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he inexplicably found himself in this strange world—Solaris.

Duanmu Yan knew very little about this world.

He only vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the world of a certain anime game from his previous life.

Unfortunately, he had never played that game, so he was completely clueless and bewildered by everything in this world.

Fortunately, thanks to his extensive experience as a beast of burden in his previous life, he was accepted by Everard Bank after transmigrating and once again became a glorious beast of burden.

Zani, who was a senior before, is now a partner.

Well, in essence, there is no difference.

After all, they are all just cattle and horses.

"It's so late. What else can we eat?" Duanmu Yan dragged his tired body slowly to the vending machine, pressed the buttons randomly a couple of times, and bought two cans of coffee.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he accurately tossed one of the cans to Zanni.

Zanni caught the coffee with quick reflexes, skillfully opened the tab with one hand, tilted her head back, took a small sip, and said.

"Margaret's pizzeria should still be open right now. Are you going or not? Or are you still traumatized by what happened last time and afraid to go?"

"Why wouldn't I dare to go? I just added a few extra slices of hot sea pineapple to my pizza, is that such a big deal?" Duanmu Yan retorted, looking unconvinced.

Zani's lips curled up slightly, a teasing smile flashing in her eyes as she looked at him with interest: "Heh, big reaction? If this were before, with your heretical practices of deviantly combining food, the religious order would have dragged you over and burned you alive long ago."

Duanmu Yan was speechless for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "...Why don't you say that the church of the order might suddenly transform into a defensive tower and attack me?"

“Defense tower? That’s an interesting way to put it.” Zani said, stretching and loosening her limbs. “Let’s go. I just grabbed a quick bite for lunch today, and now that I finally have some free time, I feel like my stomach is about to burst.”

Duanmu Yan sighed helplessly and slowly walked to Zanni's side: "Sigh, I suddenly miss Huanglong's cooking."

Brilliant.

A country that faces Lina Xita Yao Sea across the sea.

In fact, Duanmu Yan had never set foot on the land of Huanglong. His knowledge of this country was limited to the few words of introduction in books and the scattered, fantastical information on the Internet.

Although he currently has very little information about Huanglong, he keenly sensed from those fragmented descriptions that this country called Huanglong has many similarities to China in his previous life.

Even after time-traveling, he still has a Chinese stomach.

The rich cheesy aroma of pizza and the savory broth of braised noodles are indeed delicious, but after eating too much of them, you sometimes miss a bowl of steaming hot, plump rice, and the simple yet incredibly comforting taste of rice.

Unfortunately, it's very difficult to find truly authentic Huanglong vegetables in the whole of Laguna.

All the dishes sold under the Huanglong brand have been modified to suit local tastes.

While the taste wasn't exactly bad, it still fell far short of the authentic flavor that Duanmu Yan longed for.

“I almost forgot, you’re from Huanglong.” Zanni looked at the young man beside her. “People from Huanglong must be quite skilled, right? Why don’t you make it yourself?”

Upon hearing this question, Duanmu Yan looked utterly dejected. He slowly raised his finger, pointed to the bright yet somewhat cold moon in the sky, and said listlessly.

"Don't you think... saying this now is just mocking ourselves? Look at us these past few weeks, every single day we've been so busy we've never left work on time. Where have we found the time and energy to cook?"

Zanni paused for a moment, then immediately realized what she had said and gave an awkward, wry smile: "Sorry, it was my oversight, I forgot about that."

"Sigh, it's alright, what can we do but be oxen and horses?" Duanmu Yan shrugged helplessly. "However, when it comes to cooking, I'm quite confident. When I have the chance in the future, I'll cook a meal for you and let you taste my skills."

"Really? Then I'll have to look forward to it." Zani gently stroked her chin. "As for today..."

As she spoke, she slowly stopped, looked up, and her gaze fell on the Margaret's Pizza sign above her, which was shimmering with a warm yellow light.

Then, she tilted her head slightly, looked at Duanmu Yan beside her, and asked in a questioning tone, "The same as before?"

Without pausing, Duanmu Yan walked straight toward the pizzeria, saying loudly as he went, "The usual, two cups of honey syrup, two plates of crispy potato wedges, and one signature pizza."

He shouted this at Margaret, who was busy in the shop.

At this moment, in the quiet shop, only the proprietress, Margaret, was busy at work.

Of course, this doesn't mean the store is doing poorly.

On the contrary, Margaret's pizzeria is extremely popular in Laguna and is considered one of the most famous shops in the area.

It's the middle of the night, and the only customers who would come at this hour are poor, exhausted working people like them, struggling to make a living.

"Aren't you going to heat up the pineapple for this pizza today?" Margaret didn't turn around, but continued cleaning the pizza crumbs from the oven.

Duanmu Yan's lips curled up slightly as he leaned forward, his body slumped against the counter as if he had no bones, and teased, "If I insist on adding more, will you just kick me out?"

Margaret stopped what she was doing, turned around, glared at Duanmu Yan, then nodded without hesitation and uttered a single word.

"meeting."

Book One: Chapter Two - The Lovely Priestess

The pizza shop was deserted late at night.

Zanni and Duanmu Yan found a seat by the window and sat down. Both of them looked sleepy, yawning listlessly and waiting for the late dinner with great boredom.

Zanni's slender fingertips gently twirled a strand of hair that had fallen down her back. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, fixed on the pitch-black street outside the window, as if she were pondering something, or perhaps simply letting her mind wander.

Looking at Duanmu Yan again, he was leaning lazily back in his chair, his head tilted back slightly, his eyes closed, and his breathing gradually becoming long and even, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Asleep?" Zanni casually turned her gaze and slowly placed it on Duanmu Yan, who was directly opposite her.

"No."

Duanmu Yan's eyes remained tightly closed, his eyelids not even twitching, but his voice sounded weak and listless, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Zani looked at him, her lips drooping slightly, and sighed softly with a helpless expression: "Isn't he just asleep?"

She completely understands Duanmu Yan's current state.

After a long, non-stop busy day, my tense nerves finally relaxed, and I felt like a rubber band that had been stretched to its limit and then suddenly let go.

At this moment, even just sitting there quietly for a minute will bring a wave of drowsiness, making you unconsciously drift into a sweet dream.

"...It's not much different from when I first arrived."

Zanni leisurely propped her chin up with one hand, gazing quietly at Duanmu Yan in front of her with a touch of languor and ease.

She still remembers that when this guy first joined the company, he was as innocent as a college student, and he was cautious in everything he did.

Every step was taken with utmost care, and every word was carefully considered, as if afraid of accidentally stepping into a minefield.

Who would have thought... that seemingly honest and timid appearance was just a carefully crafted protective facade.

In reality, he is very tactful and adept at dealing with people, always able to skillfully handle various complex situations.

Moreover, he has an exceptional ability to absorb information at work. No matter the content, he can quickly grasp it with just a little guidance and apply it to other situations.

Over time, their relationship evolved from that of senior and junior colleagues to the perfectly compatible partners they are today.

only……

Zanni's gaze slowly moved down and landed on his right hand.

On the back of Duanmu Yan's hand, there was a very obvious voice mark.

That is proof of being a resonance participant.

A so-called "resonator" is someone who can resonate with frequencies and possesses extraordinary abilities.

But for some reason, Duanmu Yan never unleashed his resonance ability.

At first, Zani also suspected that he was deliberately hiding his strength, perhaps with some unknown secret or grand plan.

But as time went by and she spent more and more time with him, Zanni gradually gave up on that idea.

It wasn't that Duanmu Yan was deliberately hiding it; rather, even he himself didn't know what his resonance ability was.

"I guess, like the protagonist in a comic book, I only show my amazing talent when I encounter danger."

This is always his answer when others ask him about it.

Just as Zanni was lost in thought, a faint cracking sound broke the silence of midnight.

Duanmu Yan, who had gradually fallen asleep, did not pay attention, and perhaps even the sleeping Laguna did not pay attention.

But Zani heard it.

She looked up and saw a dark figure rush across the rooftop, and what Zani heard was the sound of a tile he had accidentally kicked off hitting the ground.

"...Tsk, what a hassle."

Zanni frowned slightly and sighed softly, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness and weariness.

She reached out and picked up her coat hanging on the back of the chair, her movements gentle yet urgent. She then rummaged through her pockets and soon pulled out her wallet.

She took out a few cowrie shells and gently placed them on the table. The shells made a crisp, subtle sound as they tapped against the surface.

Then, she turned her gaze to Duanmu Yan, only to find him still fast asleep, and shook her head helplessly.

"Okay, then you can stay here and get some sleep."

After saying that, she got up and left the shop.

"Your meal is here—hey, where's Zani?"

A moment later, Margaret arrived at the table with a steaming plate in both hands and light steps.

She eagerly awaited the food's arrival, only to find that Zanni was nowhere to be seen, except for Duanmu Yan, who was fast asleep.

Margaret was slightly taken aback, then put down her plate and gently nudged Duanmu Yan's shoulder, trying to wake him up, while pondering how to get information about Zanni's whereabouts from him.

"Wake up, where's your partner?"