I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

But to play and then run away is so unprofessional.

She shook her head, sighed, and turned to walk towards the door.

He took two steps and then turned back, reaching out to wipe away the remaining light cone.

He held it up to his eyes to examine it closely, rubbed the light cone liquid, and then smelled it.

"Looks quite healthy"

After she finished her analysis, she looked down at Qi Ye's face, which was sleeping soundly and completely unguarded.

Then he turned around, pushed open the door and left, and when he came back, he had a wet towel in his hand.

She wiped him down from head to toe.

Finally, I opened the small wardrobe in the corner and pulled out a clean set of pajamas.

She reached out and pulled Qiye out of bed.

First, put on the top of your pajamas, then put on the bottoms.

After dressing him, I put him back on the pillow, covered him with the blanket, and took two steps back to examine him closely.

He was clean and tidy from head to toe, with nothing unusual about him except for his slightly messy hair.

She nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave the room.

She hadn't been gone long when footsteps echoed down the corridor again.

March 7th walked in quickly, the water droplets on her face just wiped away, and the towel was still clutched in her hand.

She had washed her face three times, but the tips of her ears were still red, and her heart was beating as fast as if she had just run 800 meters.

She racked her brains, trying to figure out how to explain it.

The door wasn't locked; she pushed it open.

Then she stood by the bed, as if she had been put on pause.

The entire room was cleaned and organized.

Qi Ye was still lying peacefully in bed, dressed neatly in her pajamas.

There was even a faint smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

March 7th's mind is racing!

Who was it? Who else on the train would pass by his room in the middle of the night and tidy it up so thoroughly?

Dan Heng? Impossible, Dan Heng never enters Qi Ye's room.

Pam? No, I saw her before!

Himeko-nee?

The image of Himeko walking in with a smile, seeing everything, and then silently cleaning up for Suzuya flashed through her mind.

Her face completely exploded.

She turned and rushed out of the room, nearly pinching her own fingers as she closed the door.

……

Qiye finally woke up.

He first felt his consciousness slowly returning to his body.

Then I could still taste the bitterness of coffee in my mouth.

But what puzzled him most was another feeling: he felt as if he had experienced some physiological changes in his sleep.

This thought made him sit up abruptly, throw off the covers, and look down.

Nothing was found; everything was normal, with no abnormal traces whatsoever.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slumped back onto the pillow, stared at the ceiling for a long while, and muttered:

"Thank goodness. I didn't embarrass myself."

But when he looked down to examine it, he discovered a new problem.

"Who gave me this to wear?"

He muttered to himself,

"I was able to dress myself while I was unconscious?"

No, I clearly remember collapsing while wearing my coat. Who went into my room?

He looked around, and everything was so clean it didn't look like the room he had lived in.

He touched the back of his head, then touched his face.

Then he felt a dry sensation on his cheeks, as if they had been wiped with a towel.

Someone wiped his face.

He looked down at his chest again, as if he had just taken a shower.

He looked at his lower abdomen again; it was clean, and even smelled of residual shower gel.

He was silent for a while.

Then he pulled the blanket up to his chin, looking like he didn't want to pursue the matter.

"Never mind. Nothing's missing anyway."

"Just being alive is enough. A man who's died fifty times has seen it all."

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Chapter 74 Target: Luofu

The next day, Qiye was woken up by Xingyi's slap.

"Get up! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Qi Ye poked half her head out from under the covers, her eyes not yet fully open:

"...What time is it?"

"do not know!"

"Why did you call me if you don't know why?"

"It feels awful to see you sleeping while I can't!"

Qi Ye felt helpless upon hearing this, and turned to look at Xiang Xing, who was about to say something more.

He noticed she was staring at him.

It's like he's gazing at something as if he's reminiscing about something interesting.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No."

Xing looked away, turned and walked towards the door, but after taking two steps, she turned back and glanced at him again.

"Did you sleep well last night? Did you have any strange dreams?"

"...It's alright. Nothing particularly special about the dream." Qi Ye frowned.

"That's good."

Xing pushed open the door and waved to him with her back turned.

"Let's hurry to the observation car. Himeko-nee said she's going to announce the next destination today. Everyone's waiting."

Her figure disappeared down the corridor.

Qi Ye felt that there was something hidden in her smile that he didn't know, but he didn't have time to think about it right now.

When we arrived at the observation car, everyone had already arrived.

As soon as Qi Ye entered, he felt two pairs of eyes fall on him at the same time.

A message came from March 7th. She was sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup, when she saw him come in.

Her face underwent a complete transformation in a few seconds, going from normal to flushed and then quickly looking away.

Then her movements as she lowered her head to drink tea became noticeably stiffer.

Qi Ye opened her mouth as if to ask, "What's wrong with you?"

But his intuition told him that it was best not to ask this question in front of others.

Another gaze came from Walter, who was staring at him with an extremely complex look, as if trying to see right through him.

Qi Ye paused at the doorway and gave a dry laugh:

"Um... Uncle Yang, good morning. The weather's nice today, isn't it?"

Walter did not answer.

He put down the book in his hand, his gaze still fixed on Qi Ye, as if recalling some extremely heavy past events.

Then his face began to change color.

Looking at his face, Qi Ye felt a cold sweat breaking out on her back and quickly added:

"Um... Uncle Yang, it turned out well, right?"

Look, you've become incredibly strong. We've successfully resolved the Star Core issue, and the people of Belobog have even erected a statue in your honor!

Belloberg is now thriving.

Although you may have said things you wouldn't normally say or done things you wouldn't normally do during the process.

For example, referring to himself as "this sovereign," claiming to be the strongest fighter, and building statues in the square.

But these are all side effects of the light cone and have nothing to do with you personally.

Just think of it as a dream, a dream in which you were an arrogant person…

"Shut up."

Walter's voice was very soft, but Qiye immediately shut up.

Walter closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His mind was replaying all the images of Belloberg at an extremely fast pace.

He slapped Cocolia in front of him in the conference room and said, "This woman doesn't seem like a good person."

He crashed through the ceiling of Cripper Castle and flew out shouting, "I'm off!"

He laughed wildly as he crushed the star core with a gravitational field at Yongdong Ridge, shouting, "How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me, you mere broken rock?"

He announced to his own statue in the square, "From now on, this place will be called Yang Chaoyue Square."

Every frame of those images was so clear, it was as if it had just happened yesterday.

Every frame made him want to find a large enough stellar core crack to squeeze himself into.

He felt increasingly hopeless after being overwhelmed by his own memories.

He finally stood up and took a step forward.

Qi Ye subconsciously shrank back half an inch.

Walter raised his hand and patted Sukiyori on the shoulder.

"...Never mind."

Walter withdrew his hand, adjusted his glasses, and sat back down on the sofa.

The flush on her face hadn't completely faded, but her expression had returned to its usual calm and gentle state.

"Old... I've lived for so long, I've seen all kinds of things."

It's just that people called her Yang Chaoyue for a few days, and it's just that a statue was erected.

It's just a concert in a square—that's nothing special.

A faint, bitter smile appeared on his lips.