Sun Hang really wanted to tell Zhong Ling, "Your situation is entirely due to a lack of sex life," but since her mom was still lurking on the balcony with hawk-like eyes, Sun Hang had to change his words to, "It's normal to have these kinds of dreams during adolescence, both psychologically and physiologically. Do it a few more times, and you'll get used to it."

Though this line sounded strange, at least it was somewhat understandable.

"I'm twenty-two, I've long left adolescence," Zhong Ling whispered.

"Uh... maybe your psychological development is just a bit delayed, and adolescence got postponed," Sun Hang scratched his head, his peripheral vision catching the silhouette of that eerie figure mostly obscured by the curtain.

"Dubhe Tower did a psychological assessment for me; they said I'm perfectly normal."

Perfectly normal? Sun Hang couldn't help but mumble to himself, if this girl was considered normal, then over half of the Xiazhou Federation's psychologists might as well be unemployed...

Or put it another way—growing up watching your mother transform into a monster right before your eyes, then being modified by your father into some sort of humanoid weapon, and then being told you had to control this weapon...

Wait, why does the second half of this storyline sound so familiar to me?

Forget it, never mind that for now.

In short, any normal kid experiencing all those things would end up with psychological issues, ten out of ten. Either warped or withdrawn, either depressed or crazy.

You've got to pick at least one or two of these debuffs, right?

None at all?

Then this person is either a novel's protagonist who've crossed souls into a local's body, or they're the most abnormal one around.

The people at Dubhe Tower in charge of psychological assessments probably didn't tell him the truth—it's like a leukemia patient asking the doctor what's wrong, and the doctor says it's just a little anemia, then the patient's family nods furiously, "Yes, yes, it's just anemia, a couple of chemo sessions will fix it..."

"So what do you plan to do now?" Sun Hang asked.

Zhong Ling remained silent.

"Do you intend to sleep here?"

Zhong Ling still didn't answer, but the eyes of the eerie figure number 001 behind the curtain suddenly turned sharp.

"Give it to me," Sun Hang extended his hand to Zhong Ling.

"Give you what?"

"Of course, your room card! If you sleep here, I can only sleep in your room," Sun Hang said.

"I... I'll go back to sleep," Zhong Ling quickly stood up, clutching her pillow as she ran out.

Sun Hang looked back, and the eerie figure on the balcony had already vanished.

It's not that Sun Hang couldn't take on this figure, but it would be pretty despicable to beat up someone's mother just to sleep with their daughter.

The thing Sun Hang hated most about Fusang anime was the impotent male leads, who tease every girl in their path, yet when a girl finally makes a move, they shrink away like eunuchs... But he certainly didn't expect such a mess to happen to him.

He walked to the door and checked that Zhong Ling indeed returned to her room before closing it and lying back down on his bed.

Sleepiness crept up again... that three-hour dream earlier hadn't provided any rest, instead, it only made him more exhausted.

Sun Hang closed his eyes... this time, Anna didn't appear.

...

...

The following dawn, six fifty-five AM.

Sun Hang was still dreaming, swinging a lightsaber, chopping the flood of alien bugs when a loud knocking forcefully dragged him out of that exhilarating dream.

Sun Hang bolted upright, tossing the covers off himself, and looked up—

"There's still five minutes, stop rushing me!" Sun Hang shouted.

"That five minutes is for you to wash your face, brush your teeth, and get dressed," Yang Qi's voice came from outside the door, "Hurry up, we have something very important to do today!"

"Got it, got it."

Sun Hang got out of bed, still in just his underwear, and yanked open the door.

The trio standing outside glanced at Sun Hang's attire, each having a different reaction—Zhong Ling turned away blushing, Candle Dragon smiled warmly, while Yang Qi eyed him up and down with a puzzled expression, "Are you planning to go like this?"

"I threw my clothes in the laundry basket yesterday," Sun Hang squatted down, rummaging through the basket at the doorway, only to find the dirty clothes still piled there, untouched.

"Hiss... forgot all the hotel staff went home." Sun Hang scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.

In the whole big hotel, only six people were left; maintaining normal operations of the facilities was already a tough task...

Yang Qi, Candle Dragon, and Zhong Ling all had spare clothes, only Sun Hang had nothing but his two bare hands on the plane.

"Why not just make do with the dirty ones," Yang Qi suggested, "or I can call the lobby manager to find you a set of uniforms?"

"I'll make do, make do..." Sun Hang could only pick the dirty clothes out of the laundry basket and put them back on.

...

"Speaking of which, what's this important thing you mentioned?" Sun Hang wiped away the remaining toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth, asking Yang Qi.

"Site inspection," Yang Qi replied, "It's the first time Eta-92 'Fiery Sun' has appeared on the Xiazhou Continent; the data we collect on-site is invaluable."

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