Chapter 169 : Chapter 169
Chapter 169
"Look at me?" Yuan Lan tilted his head.
This gesture seemed to ask: Huh? Really?
Bai Xuechao, like a village bully, raised his chin and said imperiously, "Yes, I'm looking at you. What's wrong? Am I not allowed to look?"
Xiao 6 guffawed, almost doubling over with laughter: "Host, your act is so abstract, hahaha-hic."
Bai Xuechao said with a straight face, "This is called fighting fire with fire."
Didn't he see that Yuan Lan over there was stunned?
Yuan Lan was still standing there with his head tilted, as if he had been hit with a petrification spell, not knowing what to think.
A few seconds later, he smiled again, turned his body completely, and opened his arms as if to show himself off: "Of course you can look. Little Xuechao can look at me wherever he wants!"
Can't out-flirt him? That's impossible.
"No way," Bai Xuechao blabbered, his tone sounding righteous. "It has to be a secret glance to get that kind of feeling."
Xiao 6 burst into laughter again, but then, amidst the laughter, it suddenly noticed a blind spot and let out a "hiss."
Xiao 6: =A= Wait, you said a feeling??
At the same time, Yuan Lan was also asking, "What kind of feeling?"
Bai Xuechao was momentarily embarrassed by his own nonsensical words. He froze for a moment, then braced himself and said, "The... feeling of peeping."
That was a close call, he almost said "having an affair."
If his mouth had moved faster than his brain just now and he had blurted it out, he would have had a social death, and the scope of "social" would have included the high-dimensional world, a double whammy.
Yuan Lan let out a "pfft" and laughed.
He retracted his outstretched arms, leaned against the table with his right hand behind him, and looked very interested, a faint smile in his eyes. His words were full of teasing: "Oh? Little Xuechao seems to have a lot of experience. Care to share?"
Share my ass, Yuan Lan was definitely teasing him.
Bai Xuechao used his next move, reading but replying randomly: "Refined salt is salt that has been recrystallized after removing impurities."
Yuan Lan's smile froze for a moment. He raised an eyebrow at him: "Refined salt? Experience?"
"Uh-huh," Bai Xuechao nodded.
"I thought you would make something up on the spot." After Yuan Lan finished speaking, he chuckled lightly. "Alright, you pass."
Tch, who needs him to decide if he passes or not.
Bai Xuechao proudly raised his chin at him, as if in provocation.
"I find your way of answering quite interesting. How about we play a game like this?" Yuan Lan said in a lighthearted tone. "We'll take turns talking and chatting, and our replies have to be completely unrelated to the previous sentence, just like you did just now. If anyone's reply is related, they lose."
Bai Xuechao had no intention of playing with him: "No."
"Eh—?" Yuan Lan's expression quickly turned to disappointment, his tone carrying a hint of coquettishness. "Play with me~ Why not?"
Bai Xuechao looked at him lazily: "Is this game difficult for you?"
Hearing this, Yuan Lan put on a thoughtful expression, and after only a second, he replied, "Not at all."
Bai Xuechao looked at him with a blank expression, his tone clearly perfunctory: "Oh, what a coincidence. It's not difficult for me either."
His eyes seemed to say: So, is this fun?
Yuan Lan's brilliant golden eyes gazed at Bai Xuechao, and he even pouted childishly, his face as if written with "I'm not happy, I need to be coaxed."
Then Bai Xuechao said again, "Last time we played poker for an hour for nothing, which already gave me a very bad gaming experience. So I'm refusing this time. At least one of us has to be bad at it."
Yuan Lan accepted this reason and smiled again: "Then how about we play with everyone the day after tomorrow?"
"Okay," Bai Xuechao readily agreed.
Anyway, he might not get to play.
Yuan Lan, satisfied with the answer, turned around and continued with his work. Rows of data had already appeared on the instrument's display screen. After looking at it for a couple of seconds, he casually picked up a pen and a blank experiment record sheet from the nearby lab bench and began to write quickly.
Bai Xuechao also continued to flip through the stacks of materials on the table in front of him.
Just like before, he would glance at the general content and then turn to the next page, while Xiao 6 took a screenshot of each page.
He went through the stacks one by one, scanning a page every two or three seconds. As time passed, he slowly reached the leftmost stack.
This was the last stack.
Yuan Lan had said that the information on the "X-bracelet" was at the bottom of this stack.
For the first few pages, Bai Xuechao still had Xiao 6 take screenshots, and he only looked at the general content. It wasn't until he reached the experiment record titled "X 2nd Synthesis," dated July 24, 5024, more than three years ago, that he paused. Mu Xinyue had also said that the X-bracelet was something Yuan Lan had "researched for more than three years," which all matched up.
Bai Xuechao raised an eyebrow and flipped through more than ten pages, each page's title indicating an increase in the number of syntheses.
He continued to flip through, the number of pages in his hand growing thicker and thicker. The last page was still a synthesis record, with a total of 33 syntheses.
The question was, what about the 1st synthesis?
Bai Xuechao suddenly remembered Yuan Lan saying, "You can look at any of the materials that are out in the open." It seemed that, just as he had thought, Yuan Lan had already prepared for him to come to the laboratory and had put away the materials he couldn't see in advance, such as the experimental record of the 1st synthesis.
So, what was so special about the 1st synthesis that he couldn't see it?
Bai Xuechao didn't waste time thinking about this question. He first quickly flipped back to the page of the 2nd synthesis and had Xiao 6 screenshot every page of this stack.
Then, he began to slowly look at these synthesis records while thinking about what was so special about the 1st synthesis.
As written in the experiment name on the experiment record, in the column for experimental materials on each page, there would be a material called X—it was obvious that this was the most important raw material for the X-bracelet, because the other materials, such as soda ash, gypsum powder, limestone, quartz, calcite powder, dolomite, and many others, did not always appear, and their ratios would also change.
Only X was always a fixed 500g.
Obviously, everything else was based on it, so it had to be this.
Bai Xuechao looked at the analysis and conclusion of the synthesized product written by Yuan Lan on the experiment record. The handwriting was elegant and flamboyant, one could say the handwriting reflected the person.
At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration—
It should be because during the 1st synthesis, Yuan Lan had written down a name other than X, and this name would reveal where X was obtained, or what it looked like and its properties.
After all, Yuan Lan had promised to show him the information on the X-bracelet, but he hadn't promised to give him the raw materials.
After Bai Xuechao figured it out, he was neither angry nor annoyed.
To him, this was normal.
Before leaving the Apocalypse Society, he just needed to find an opportunity to find out where X was obtained.
Bai Xuechao continued to look at the experiment record with a calm and composed demeanor.
In Yuan Lan's writing, each synthesis had its own failures. It could be seen that Yuan Lan knew what it should be synthesized into.
He guessed that Yuan Lan's strong sense of purpose was due to Yu Ruolan's special ability—The Guidance of Fate, which played a key role.
It was because Yu Ruolan had used her special ability that Yuan Lan was so sure that X could be synthesized into a certain item. It turned out that Yu Ruolan's special ability would not make mistakes.
After reading everything else, Bai Xuechao began to look at the last page of the experiment record, which was the only successful one.
Yuan Lan wrote down the analysis and conclusion of the synthesized product—
The substance is a black crystal, α=β=γ=90°, a=b=c, belonging to the isometric crystal system. It can store special ability energy for 5 seconds. Direct contact with the skin will slow down the output of special ability energy.
Bai Xuechao was sure that Yuan Lan had upgraded this synthesized product later.
The black crystals he had seen Yuan Lan make later had different shapes and textures, while the isometric crystal system was mostly cubic. Obviously, this was a second round of modification. And this initial version would only slow down the output of special ability energy. As for the feature of storing special ability energy for 5 seconds, it was a bit like the juicer Yuan Lan had shown him before.
The information on this second round of modification should be the information Yuan Lan had promised to share with him.
It seemed Yuan Lan still had a shred of conscience, letting him see how the materials for the X-bracelet were made. But this shred of conscience was not much, because Yuan Lan had kept the identity of X a secret.
After reading all the materials, Bai Xuechao decided to sit for a while. He had been standing at this table for a not-so-short time.
Bai Xuechao walked towards the chair like he was taking a stroll, and on the way, he looked at the black crystals Yuan Lan had placed on the table. After reading the materials, he had a little understanding of them. He picked up the first black crystal on the edge, which was a hexahedron, close to a perfect square, consistent with the isometric crystal system.
He put down the black crystal and walked towards Yuan Lan's side—only there was a sofa chair over there, and it looked quite comfortable.
As Bai Xuechao passed behind Yuan Lan, he saw Yuan Lan holding the newly sintered black crystal in his hand, testing the effect of this sintering.
He could tell at a glance that it wouldn't work, because Yuan Lan's puppet threads had already been successfully pulled out. He estimated that this sintering was probably not as good as the one on his hand.
Bai Xuechao suddenly felt that maybe he should take the black bracelet on his wrist back as a trophy?
"Little Xuechao." Yuan Lan suddenly called him.
Bai Xuechao had already reached the sofa chair. He relaxed his body and sat down, leaning against the backrest. He looked at Yuan Lan at the sound of his voice: "Hm?"
Yuan Lan smiled slightly: "Is there nothing you want to ask me?"
Bai Xuechao pretended to think for a moment, then, with his beautiful ruby-like eyes, he said clearly, word by word, "No."
He knew what Yuan Lan wanted him to ask.
What else could it be but X?
But even if he asked, he would most likely be teased by Yuan Lan, for example, Yuan Lan would talk nonsense, or say "you guess."
Seeing that Bai Xuechao wasn't taking the bait, Yuan Lan sighed pretentiously.
Bai Xuechao propped his chin lazily with one hand and watched as Yuan Lan placed the black crystal on the table where the other black crystals were. Then, he carried a metal bucket to the shelves against the wall, opened all the large black sealed barrels, and began to take out the contents one by one. One of the barrels yielded several black crystals.
Bai Xuechao understood that Yuan Lan was planning to sinter another batch.
He watched as Yuan Lan put the materials into the vacuum sintering furnace and asked casually, "How long will this sintering take?"
"Eight times." Yuan Lan walked over to him and explained simply, "The density of the previous piece was wrong, so it failed. According to calculations, it needs to be sintered for eight times the previous time to reach the density I want."
Bai Xuechao was almost stunned when he heard this, tilting his head slightly.
Eight times? Such a big difference?
He couldn't help but say, "If I remember correctly, you said the last sintering took two hours."
"Yes." Yuan Lan saw Bai Xuechao's confusion and took the initiative to explain without him asking, "It's not that my calculation had such a big error. It's that I changed the ratio in the last batch. Every time I change the ratio, I will first sinter a batch for two hours to see the situation, and then calculate the subsequent batches based on the situation of this batch."
Bai Xuechao tilted his head back slightly and said, "Oh," he understood.
Since Bai Xuechao had indeed done a lot of things today while having a fever, his head was now dizzy and he felt a little tired and wanted to sleep. So he said to Yuan Lan, "Then it will take 16 hours at once. Shall we go back first?"
It was only afternoon now. This batch would be finished tomorrow morning.
Yuan Lan, with a smiling face, bent down and leaned forward, looking at Bai Xuechao, who was lying on the sofa armrest with his eyes half-closed. He said, "Why don't we stay here tonight? You haven't slept in the lab yet."
The moment Bai Xuechao's eyes met Yuan Lan's golden eyes, he silently swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue, "Is the laboratory some famous check-in spot? Do I have to sleep here?" At the same time, he reminded himself to be well-behaved now, well-behaved... endure it, and turn hostile once he recovered.
"But I like the bedroom over there. It feels a bit like home." Bai Xuechao spoke softly, his long, thick, snow-white eyelashes slowly drooping as he spoke, hiding the emotions in his eyes, looking pitiful.
In fact, he was thinking: That was a close call, I almost burst out laughing just now.
Of course, Bai Xuechao had to go back to sleep, otherwise, if he stayed in the laboratory all the time, how would Mu Xinyue have a chance to poison him?
Yuan Lan compromised: "Alright."
Hearing this, Bai Xuechao glanced up at Yuan Lan.
Yuan Lan stood in front of the already opened window and extended his hand to Bai Xuechao: "Let's go."
Bai Xuechao said, "Why don't you carry me on your shoulder?"
He was just short of saying, 'just carry me like a sack of rice'.
Who knew that Yuan Lan would actually smile and ask him, "Are you sure?"
Bai Xuechao sensitively felt that something was wrong, but when he imagined Yuan Lan carrying him on his shoulder, he thought it was quite good?
At this moment, Xiao 6 made a "hissing and panting" sound, and then whimpered softly, "Host, if you don't want to actively feed the ship, I advise you to change your position. If Yuan Lan carries you on his shoulder, his hand will be on your butt and thigh, and he's such a pervert, what if he spanks you on the butt!"
Why did the tone sound a bit excited at the end?
Bai Xuechao: "...Thank you."
Only Xiao 6's "dirty" CPU could come up with that.
Bai Xuechao immediately said to Yuan Lan, "I suddenly think that the old way was quite good."
After he finished speaking, he proactively grabbed Yuan Lan's hand, which had been extended towards him.
Xiao 6: Tsk tsk tsk.
Bai Xuechao then climbed onto Yuan Lan's back. He thought that if he had to choose between being carried in his arms and being carried on his back, he would definitely choose the latter.
Yuan Lan, with Bai Xuechao clinging to his shoulders and climbing up, showed a somewhat helpless but gentle smile. He stood very steady, and Bai Xuechao climbed up in a few movements, very smoothly.
"Let's go, let's jump off the building." Yuan Lan took a step back, jumped onto the windowsill in one step, and then leaped out.
They successfully jumped into the room with the blue curtains.
"I'll get down and walk." Bai Xuechao directly let go and jumped down from Yuan Lan's back.
Yuan Lan sighed, "I feel like a means of transportation."
"Huh?" Bai Xuechao showed a surprised expression, his blood-red, translucent eyes looking at Yuan Lan. His tone was exaggerated, "How could you think that? Of course you are!"
Yuan Lan suddenly burst out laughing. He leaned against the wall, laughing and saying, "I knew it, haha... you would say that."
At this moment, Bai Xuechao suddenly extended his hand to Yuan Lan.
Yuan Lan's laughter gradually subsided when he saw Bai Xuechao's outstretched hand. He paused on the spot and asked him with a smile, "What does this mean?"
"...Hold my hand and walk." Bai Xuechao took the initiative to grab Yuan Lan's hand and said in a low voice, "This way, it won't be like a means of transportation, right?"
Yuan Lan's hand was held by a hand that was warm from fever. The warmth of the other's palm was transmitted from the back of his hand, which was in contact with it. Yuan Lan unconsciously revealed a faint smile, as if this was his true emotion.
He gently pulled Bai Xuechao's hand away with his other hand, then held the other's hand in his palm, and raised their hands together: "Let's go~"
The two of them walked through the corridor, holding hands.
As they walked, Bai Xuechao was complaining to Xiao 6 in his mind, "Seriously, if I were five years younger, I wouldn't be this embarrassed."
Fortunately, they didn't meet a third person along the way.
Xiao 6 was so engrossed in shipping them that it was about to faint, holding a code-like little red heart: "Wuwu, why is it so shippable? You're so good at this, Host."
Bai Xuechao: "?"
Xiao 6: "!"
At this moment, Yuan Lan reached out and pushed open the bedroom door: "We're here."
After entering the bedroom, Bai Xuechao went to the bathroom as quickly as possible to wash up, then changed out of his pajamas. After getting everything ready, he lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt up to his neck.
After Yuan Lan changed into his pajamas, he stood by the bed and saw Bai Xuechao pulling the quilt up to just below his chin. He said, "Little Xuechao, you've pulled your quilt up so high."
"None of your business," Bai Xuechao said and turned over, his back to Yuan Lan.
Yuan Lan knelt on the bed with one knee and reached out to turn him back.
Bai Xuechao: "..."
Sometimes, I'm really impressed.
Last time he turned my head, this time he turned my shoulders. What's next?
Bai Xuechao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought, 'out of sight, out of mind': "I'm going to sleep."
"Okay," Yuan Lan picked up the book on the bedside table and sat on the sofa.
At first, Bai Xuechao could hear the sound of Yuan Lan turning the pages of the book. Later, his consciousness slowly drifted off to sleep in a daze, and he slept very deeply.
He did wake up once in the middle.
It should have been time to take his medicine at night. Yuan Lan held him up, put the medicine directly into his mouth, and then brought water to his lips.
He felt as if his body temperature had risen again, and he was sleeping very uncomfortably, with an aching feeling in all his bones. But he still cooperated with taking the medicine in his hazy state. He just felt that this medicine didn't seem to be the fever medicine he had taken before, but he didn't have the energy to think about it. After drinking the water, he fell back down and continued to sleep.
The next day, Bai Xuechao felt someone eating something while touching his forehead.
The air was filled with the smell of mutated meat patties. A large, warm hand brushed away the bangs on his forehead and covered his forehead with its palm.
After the hand that had touched his forehead was withdrawn, something else was pressed against his forehead. He guessed it was a forehead thermometer.
Bai Xuechao guessed that the person just now was Yuan Lan.
"Little Xuechao, if you're awake, open your eyes." Yuan Lan poked his face.
Oh, this guy can tell if someone is pretending to be asleep.
"I just woke up." It was only when Bai Xuechao spoke that he realized his voice was a little hoarse, and his clear, cold voice had a slightly frosted texture.
He slowly opened his eyes and found that Yuan Lan had not drawn the curtains, and the light in the room was not harsh.
"I know," Yuan Lan smiled. "Your fever has gone down."
Bai Xuechao moved a little. The aching feeling he had felt in his sleep was gone. He just felt a little sweaty and would take a shower after getting up.
He asked, "I had a high fever again yesterday, right?"
Otherwise, his voice wouldn't have become like this.
"Yes, you had a high fever at seven o'clock last night, maybe even earlier. I was going to wake you up to take your fever medicine, but I found that you were hot." Yuan Lan's tone was like he was complaining, and also like he was tattling on Bai Xuechao, pitifully. "I thought I should ask Mu Xinyue to take a look. As a result, Mu Xinyue came and scolded me while she was examining you."
Bai Xuechao: "?"
Mu Xinyue scolded Yuan Lan? That's too absurd.
She liked Yuan Lan so much, how could she scold him?
Seeing that Bai Xuechao didn't react, Yuan Lan had no choice but to continue, "Mu Xinyue said you probably caught a cold, even though you were already wearing a lot. Then I said I hoped you would get better before the day after tomorrow. She went back home and brought back a special medicine. You took the medicine at seven-thirty yesterday, and it's been exactly twelve hours now. You have to thank Mu Xinyue for getting better so quickly."
As he spoke, he brought the box of medicine to Bai Xuechao: "You can keep it."
"I'll thank her when I see her." Bai Xuechao sat up. He didn't need to take the box of medicine from Yuan Lan. Just one look, and he recognized that he had taken this medicine before. "I know, I've taken this medicine before. It works very well."
Seeing this, Yuan Lan placed the medicine box on the bedside table: "Then I'll put it here."
Bai Xuechao said, "I'm very curious why Mu Xinyue scolded you."
Yuan Lan said with an innocent face, "Mu Xinyue asked what you did yesterday, and I just briefly told her. Since she couldn't scold you, she could only scold me."
Bai Xuechao typed out a string of ellipses in his mind, tilted his head, and asked him, "You mean, you took the scolding for me?"
"You can understand it that way if you want," Yuan Lan said shamelessly.
Bai Xuechao directly delivered the finishing blow: "But you were the one who took me to do everything yesterday. Who else would she scold but you?"
"How can you say that?" Yuan Lan made a wronged expression.
Bai Xuechao said again, "But we didn't do much, did we?"
"Right? I think so too." Yuan Lan had a gentle and innocent smile on his face. "I said I took you out of the window, and she started scolding me."
Bai Xuechao: "..."
You're just deliberately provoking Mu Xinyue for fun, aren't you?
In fact, from the way Mu Xinyue had criticized Yuan Lan in the piano room before, it could be seen that Mu Xinyue was very serious about medicine. It was impossible for Yuan Lan not to see that.
Her concept should be that some patients need to rest quietly and should not be taken out to mess around. Good grief, Yuan Lan even deliberately mentioned taking him to jump out of the window. If Yuan Lan didn't get scolded, who would?
Bai Xuechao didn't follow yesterday's persona today. After all, his illness was already gone. He said to Yuan Lan, "Aren't you leaving yet? The sintering should be about time, right?"
"But it's not time yet. I want to stay with you for a while," Yuan Lan said with a smile.
Bai Xuechao said, "I don't need you to accompany me."
Yuan Lan tilted his head to look at him: "Are you sure you don't need me?"
"No need," Bai Xuechao directly found a comfortable position and lay down. "I'm going to sleep for a while longer. You can do as you please."
Yuan Lan stood by the bed, his gaze falling on Bai Xuechao's pale face with his eyes closed.
He lifted his leg and knelt directly on the bed, crawling on his knees to Bai Xuechao's side and poking his cheek. A sweet, cloying voice sounded, carrying a hint of grievance that he deliberately showed: "Little Xuechao—you clearly said you didn't want to be alone when you were sick and asked me to take you with me. How come now it feels like you've turned your back on me after you've recovered?"
"You said it yourself, it's after I've recovered." Bai Xuechao swatted Yuan Lan's hand away. "I said before, I get a little clingy when I'm sick."
He put a heavy emphasis on "sick."
Yuan Lan began his rather exaggerated acting: "What! Is it only when you're sick that you're like that! I—don't—believe—it—!"
"Stop acting, bro, my head hurts listening to you," Bai Xuechao was really fed up.
He wanted to sleep, and Yuan Lan was performing a low-budget stage play next to him.
Yuan Lan looked down at him and asked, "Don't you want to go to the laboratory with me today?"
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," Bai Xuechao said with his eyes closed, looking like he was talking in his sleep. "I'll decide after I wake up."
Bai Xuechao had already taken screenshots of all the materials that were out in the open in laboratory number three with Xiao 6. Now, all that was left was the part that Yuan Lan had deliberately put away.
But Bai Xuechao was in no hurry, and Xiao 6 didn't rush him either, letting him do as he pleased.
Since Bai Xuechao didn't open his eyes, Yuan Lan didn't even bother to make a move. There was no expression on his face, only his gentle and lingering voice and a very normal, rhythmic tone: "Alright, Little Xuechao, if you don't come to find me, I'll come back to find you when the sintering is done."
This scene was a bit creepy, because in most people's minds, the emotion represented by the voice should be consistent with the expression. But with Yuan Lan, it was as if all these things that expressed human emotions and feelings had gone offline.
At this moment, Yuan Lan's phone alarm rang. It was the sintering time he had set.
Before he went to the laboratory, he even said to Bai Xuechao, "I'm leaving now."
Bai Xuechao wasn't asleep, but he didn't pay any attention to him.
But after Yuan Lan persistently called him again, he finally managed a reluctant "hmm" and said, "Go on."
Yuan Lan headed to the laboratory. When he closed the bedroom door, there was a faint, imperceptible smile on his lips. But the moment Yuan Lan closed the door, the smile on his face vanished completely.
He went to the laboratory as usual to process the post-sintering items, conduct data analysis and research, write experiment records...
By the time he was free, more than two hours had passed.
Bai Xuechao had not come over.
Yuan Lan walked around the tower in silence twice. He was thinking about what was going on with Bai Xuechao today.
They had both been playing a friendship game with a tacit understanding.
But after yesterday's breakthrough, the other person seemed to want to quit the game today. How could that be? Even if he had to force him, he had to make him finish playing.
Yuan Lan, while recalling all of Bai Xuechao's actions and expressions today, jumped out of the window and entered the castle where the Apocalypse Society was located, heading straight for Lin Changqing's room.
Before entering the door, he made a show of knocking twice, then pushed open Lin Changqing's bedroom door.
Lin Changqing was lying on the sofa playing a game. When he saw Yuan Lan come in, he immediately sat up straight, stopped playing the game, and looked around warily: "You're not here to scare me again, are you?"
"Of course not!" Yuan Lan took a few steps forward and pressed down on Lin Changqing's shoulder, smiling, "I came because there's a question I'd like to hear your opinion on."
Lin Changqing was a little curious: "Go on."
Yuan Lan thought for a moment, decided to blur the characteristics of himself and Bai Xuechao, and began, "Suppose there is a person who is hot and cold, and keeps you at a distance. What does that mean?"
Lin Changqing's expression suddenly became strange: "Huh? You mean someone is like that to you?"
On the other side.
Bai Xuechao walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wearing a light blue bathrobe. His hair had been dried with a hairdryer, and the soft, snow-white strands hung down the side of his long neck.
He sat alone on the sofa, his head resting on the top of the backrest, closing his eyes and enjoying his time alone.
"Host, the manga has been updated~" Xiao 6 popped up.
Sorry, he wasn't alone, there was also a system.
Bai Xuechao found a comfortable position on the sofa and said to Xiao 6, "Project the latest chapter."