o— In contrast, the assessment that Hua Yi was a good person was spoken with surprising ease.
Because it was an indisputable fact.
Despite his being a newcomer to the Department of Lumina Archives and having only been at the Herta Space Station for a few days, a considerable number of people—like the researcher from before—had quickly befriended Hua Yi, even confiding in him things they wouldn’t tell an ordinary colleague.
Emily herself was one of them.
This guy Hua Yi was exceptionally popular.
Whether it was with energetic young people or seasoned veterans of the workplace, he seemed to find common ground and share a laugh with everyone.
And it wasn’t even limited to the Department of Lumina Archives!
Being friends with someone like that was easy and pleasant.
A handsome face alone should have only attracted the female researchers.
What other quality was at play?
Eloquence, temperament, intellect…
was it one of them, or all of them combined?
Just like a moment ago, when a researcher with a difficult problem received help from Hua Yi and left with a happy expression—Emily had happened to witness such scenes several times over the past few days.
It wasn’t the first time he had been so helpful, yet no new gossip about “who was struggling with what,” “who thought their boss was unreasonable,” or “who was complaining about the station” ever surfaced.
This meant that after listening to others’ troubles, Hua Yi kept their secrets.
He was not one person on the surface and another underneath.
If one had to pinpoint what his arrival had added to the space station, it was probably more smiles.
Deliberately casting her gaze toward the group of visitors in the reception hall to give her disobediently flushed cheeks time to cool, Emily suddenly thought of a question.
What kind of specific help did those researchers who solved their problems actually receive?
How long had Hua Yi been at the station?
Could it be that he was already capable of surpassing the veterans and providing them with answers to their professional questions?!
—o— “Let’s go, it’s time to eat.” “Ah!
Oh…” Letting the dazed girl follow closely behind him, Hua Yi rubbed a Herta Coin in his pocket.
The Interastral Peace Corporation held the economic lifeline of the universe, pricing all things in Credits.
Across the vast sea of stars, countless people toiled, fought, and traded, all for a number displayed on a terminal.
But within the Herta Space Station, another encrypted currency circulated—the Herta Coin.
It was said to have started as a digital currency but was later made physical for various reasons.
The coin contained no precious metals, but the high-definition digital collectible of Herta’s side profile within it was far rarer.
After passing through the platform and the automatic blast doors, they only needed to take a seat in a designated dining area in the Master Control Zone, and a meal-ordering robot would soon find them.
“How about…
I-I’ll treat you?” Emily’s cheeks were still tinged with pink, but she didn’t want Hua Yi to spend his money.
Although she was technically his senior, aside from acting as his guide at the very beginning, she had mostly just used him as a subject to practice her communication skills.
It was only right that she show some appreciation.
Conversing with him was so easy, not at all as difficult as she had imagined.
It certainly wasn’t because her own conversational skills had improved by leaps and bounds; it was because this guy’s affability was just unfairly high.
“Why don’t we decide with a coin toss?
Winner pays.” “Why does the winner pay?
Normally, the loser pays, right?” Emily had heard about the tricks involved in a little game like a coin toss.
You toss the coin high, and just as it’s about to land on the table, you slam your hand down on it, hiding which side is up, and let the other person guess.
Some experts could feel the coin’s pattern through their palm to know the result, then silently flip it over to make it the opposite of what their opponent guessed, thus ensuring victory every time.
Hua Yi was formidable; he was able to guide veteran researchers despite having just arrived.
Emily couldn’t let him be the one to toss the coin.
If he knew some special technique, wouldn’t she be guaranteed to lose?
“Then I’ll toss, and you guess!” “Alright.
Winner pays, right?” “Deal.
You even confirmed it again.
You’re very suspicious, you know.
Can you actually control the outcome?
The coin is clearly in my hand.” The young researcher eyed Hua Yi suspiciously.
She deliberately shifted her seat from directly opposite him to a diagonal position to create as much distance as possible.
She then carefully inspected the Herta Coin he had handed her to confirm it was genuine before finally tossing it into the air.
Thwack.
Her pale hand slammed down hard on the table, quickly covering the coin.
Emily kept her fingers pressed tightly together, leaving no gap to peek through, and stared intently into Hua Yi’s eyes.
“Heads or tails.
Quick, no cheating.” “Heads.” “—Huh?
It really is heads?” Lifting her hand and seeing the pattern revealed on the Herta Coin, Emily frowned.
Her plan to treat him had failed.
Hua Yi’s luck was just too good!
“No way.
Best two out of three.
You guess again.” Thwack.
“Heads.” “Right again?
Hey, is there something wrong with this Herta Coin?
Does it always land on heads?” “Then this round doesn’t count.
Next round, I’ll guess tails.” Thwack!
Seeing the Herta Coin show tails this time, as if it were obeying Hua Yi’s every word, the young researcher’s face was a mask of astonishment and confusion.
How does he always guess right?
Is his luck really that good?
Where did this King of Luck come from!
“If you think there’s a problem with the coin I gave you, you can try again with one of your own.” “And let you keep winning?
Even if we did a fourth round, you’re still confident you’d win?
Why!” “Before it is observed, the coin exists in a state similar to [Schrödinger’s Cat].
I define its state, eliminating the uncertainty, so the final outcome naturally aligns with the conclusion I provide.
That shouldn’t be considered cheating, because it hadn’t produced a result beforehand.” “Wait, who is Schrödinger?” “A scientist from my hometown.
The so-called Schrödinger’s Cat refers to placing a cat in a sealed box with a small amount of radioactive material and a vial of poison.
There’s a chance the material will decay, and if it does, it will trigger a mechanism…” After listening to Hua Yi’s explanation, Emily gritted her teeth in anger.
“So he was a cat-abusing maniac.” “It’s a hypothetical thought experiment.” “Just having such a cruel thought is terrifying enough!
As for a coin being in a superposition of heads and tails…
I don’t believe it!
The moment it lands on the table and I cover it with my hand, isn’t the result already determined?” “Even history that has already occurred can be tampered with by the Fictional Historians.
The ever-changing fate of the universe doesn’t have just one possibility.
A tiny coin cannot constitute an indestructible reality.
Therefore, in the surging currents of Imaginary Energy, it is the one that is swept along.” —o—