“Hey!
Ye Cang, are you okay?
Don’t scare me like that!”
March 7th was almost scared silly by Ye Cang’s ferocious expression.
She quickly stepped forward and supported his shoulders, her slender hand gently patting the youth’s back, and said softly, “Alright, hurry up and turn back to your normal self.
I won’t hold it against you for laughing at me earlier!
That’s fair, right?”
Ye Cang swallowed and spoke with difficulty: “I’m fine.
Today…
what’s the date?”
March 7th answered without thinking: “Star Rail Era, April 26th.
Why?”
The youth suddenly raised his hand and gripped her shoulder tightly, his eyes almost spitting fire, and spoke through gritted teeth: “How do you know the ‘Star Rail Era’?
You should have said ‘Amber Era’!”
“You’re not March 7th!
You’re Aha!”
March 7th’s lips curled slightly, her pink-blue eyes seeming to ripple like water.
“Oh!
Getting smarter?!
How about it, young man, interested in becoming an Emanator of Elation?”
“Not interested!
Get lost!” Ye Cang said irritably.
March 7th laughed heartily and patted Ye Cang’s shoulder hard: “Hahaha!
In all these years, you’re the first person besides Nanook to tell me to ‘get lost.’ As a reward for your courage, I’ll give you one chance to rephrase that.”
Ye Cang’s mouth twitched.
He forced a smile uglier than crying.
“Please…
do let me become an Emanator of Elation!”
Aha: “I refuse!”
Ye Cang: “???”
Aha raised a hand and snapped their fingers, a smug smile on their face.
“Seeking but not getting, obtaining by chance, losing what you gained, regaining what you lost.
This is Elation.”
Ye Cang: “Speak human.”
Aha: “It means the more you want it, the less I’ll give it to you.
The more you don’t want it, the more I’ll force it on you.”
Ye Cang: “…”
Do you hear this?
Is this human speech?
He finally understood.
This so-called Aeon of Elation was just a top-tier insane fun-lover!
Already at the level of madness!
Compared to them, Mr.
Moon, also an Aeon, was simply a breath of fresh air!
“Alright, little one, I really am leaving this time!”
Aha smiled and took Ye Cang’s hand.
Under the other’s suspicious gaze, they grinned: “Before I leave, let me give you one last gift!”
“What are you going to do?” Ye Cang suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Of course…
do what you want to do!”
Under an irresistible force, Ye Cang’s hand was pressed heavily onto a softness wrapped in fabric.
The girl before him wore a sly smile of a successful scheme.
“Well then, good luck, savior!”
“No matter how dark and desperate the road ahead, remember, there must be laughter!”
Ye Cang was shocked and tried to pull his hand back, only to find that his palm had somehow been smeared with a patch of super glue, firmly stuck to the fabric of March 7th’s sailor uniform!
If he hadn’t pulled, it might have been fine.
But with the pull, March 7th, no longer controlled, fell straight toward him, knocking him back into the sofa, pinned under the pink-haired girl in a bizarre posture, unable to move.
“Aha!
I swear I’ll remember this!!!”
Amid Ye Cang’s wails, March 7th slowly woke up, wiped the drool from her mouth, her beautiful eyes sleepy and hazy, staring blankly at the handsome youth lying beneath her with a look of utter despair, and murmured: “G-good morning, Cang.
Why are you in my…
room?”
“…”
Ye Cang didn’t answer.
He silently turned his head and shed tears of pain and happiness.
Things had come to this.
Even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash it clean.
He remembered, in his hometown, a famous person once said something…
Life is like being screwed.
If you can’t resist, learn to enjoy it.
Thinking this, he stopped struggling and, resigning himself to fate, gave a squeeze.
The feel is really good.
Hopefully this won’t be his last words.
The next second, Little March’s scream echoed through the silent observation car.
The lingering sound echoed, refusing to fade.
Conductor Pom-Pom, Himeko, Uncle Yang, and Dan Heng, drawn by the sound, gathered around the sofa, looking at the “stuck” pair with strange expressions.
“Little March, Cang, when did you two get so close?”
Himeko said, reaching up to tuck a strand of red hair behind her ear, her gaze falling on the large hand pressed against March 7th’s chest.
“This is…?”
“I can explain.” Ye Cang’s expression was sincere, his face full of injustice.
“Oh ho!
Explain what?
You molest me, and you think you’re justified?” March 7th glared at Ye Cang with slight anger, pressing both hands on the youth’s shoulders, trying to push herself up from his embrace.
But obviously, she failed.
Because the glue on the clothes not only stuck Ye Cang’s right hand, but even their clothes were stuck together, perfectly fitted, and inseparable.
“Where did the glue come from?” March 7th’s eyes widened.
She clearly realized the awkward situation.
Uncle Yang pushed up his glasses and asked Himeko beside him: “Do young people these days play this boldly?”
Himeko shrugged.
“Maybe we just can’t keep up with the trends anymore.”
“What kind of novel ‘play’ is this?” The cold-faced youth Dan Heng rubbed his forehead helplessly, somewhat unable to look directly at the two.
“It’s not!”
The two answered in unison, stunning the cold-faced little azure dragon.
Everyone’s gaze fell once again on the culprit, Ye Cang, waiting for his explanation.
A moment later, after hearing Ye Cang’s explanation, Uncle Yang pushed up his glasses again and spoke with a blank expression: “You mean…
the famous Aeon of Elation specifically infiltrated the Astral Express, controlled March 7th’s consciousness, just to pour a puddle of glue on you two?”
Ye Cang smiled bitterly.
He couldn’t exactly say that the so-called eldritch calamity had occurred on the train, and everyone had died countless times without knowing it, right?
Moreover, the events before his transmigration were only half-understood by him through the Death Diary.
It was impossible for him to fully recount the entire process.
To be precise, everything that had happened since coming to this world felt like an unreal dream to Ye Cang.
Dan Heng held his chin with one hand and lowered his head in thought: “Based on my understanding of that one, it wouldn’t be strange even for them to do such a thing, but…
theoretically it’s fine, but rationally I can’t accept this explanation.”
He said, then looked up and gave Ye Cang a deep glance, spreading his hands: “Even so, from what I know of Brother Cang, he’s not the type to lie through his teeth and be morally corrupt.
He may be hiding something from us, but I firmly believe this concealment is harmless.”
“Dan Heng!
Worthy of being my good brother!” Ye Cang was so moved he was about to cry.
If his hands weren’t still stuck to March 7th, he really wanted to give this brother a fierce bear hug.
“Let’s not talk about that for now.
Can you think of a way to separate us?” Little March glanced at the suitcase beside Himeko, her eyes lighting up.
“Auntie Himeko, let me borrow your chainsaw!”
Ye Cang: “???”
Not cool, sis!
It’s just a misunderstanding, no need for that!