Forget it. Asking that so soon after meeting would be too presumptuous.
What's the difference between that and publicly pulling down someone's pants?
If I were to say that to Sunday now, it would probably trigger his alert radar immediately.
Speaking of which... my trip to Penacony this time has been unexpectedly smooth. The Stellaron Hunters haven't shown any intention of obstructing me.
Is the Penacony storyline completely irrelevant, or do I not interfere with the plot by being here?
Hmm... there can't be anything that could take me away before the Penacony storyline even begins, right?
Don't make me laugh.
Given the current situation, what kind of sudden event could forcibly call me away from Penacony?
Can you think of anything?
I certainly can't.
Aha: Hard to say. (Suppressing a laugh)
"Mr. Songblight, would you like me to handle your check-in for you?"
"Will it delay your business? If so, I can go through the normal process."
Sunday smiled at his words, shook his head, and said:
"No, Mr. Songblight, let me handle it for you. It will be much faster if I do it."
"Then I'd appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
Sunday began to operate, helping Bai Luan with the check-in procedures.
Bai Luan watched Sunday helping, not interrupting, but his mind began to become active.
Under Elio's careful guidance, his arrival in this world hadn't significantly altered the storyline.
Therefore, he knew exactly what would happen next in Penacony.
He knew exactly what Sunday intended to do. Overall, Sunday wasn't bad; his methods were just wrong.
Seven days off a week... it certainly sounds very tempting.
Thinking of this, Bai Luan couldn't help but exclaim:
"Sometimes, I really wish I could rest every day."
Sunday's hands, busy with the procedures, paused slightly, but quickly returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
If anyone else had said that, Sunday would have dismissed it as an ordinary person's unrealistic fantasy.
But these words came from a genius, and in front of him, which made him wonder.
Was it an unintentional sigh, or a deliberate hint?
Indeed... he should try to probe a little.
Having made up his mind, Sunday continued to process the procedures methodically while speaking, picking up the topic and chatting.
"Mr. Bai Luan also thinks this kind of lifestyle is ideal?"
"Yes, who doesn't like holidays?"
Bai Luan replied with a smile, but then he added.
"But I also know that's impossible. Everything in the world has a price. If every day were a holiday, someone would have paid the price for it.
No matter who that person is, or how capable they are, they will eventually break down."
"On this, I hold a different view."
Sunday shook his head and said:
"Take you, for example. You are a genius of the Genius Society, and every genius can easily influence the direction of the entire universe.
This precisely proves that if one's ability is strong enough, one can achieve similar things, isn't that right?"
Using members of the Genius Society to refute him?
Rupert I and II's anti-organic war indeed influenced the direction of the entire universe.
But in the end... didn't they also meet their demise?
However, Bai Luan didn't intend to refute him directly like that. That would very likely turn a conversation into an argument.
It's very difficult to change someone's viewpoint, because arguments with conflicting viewpoints are mostly meaningless.
In the end, it's often a case of him not accepting your view and you not accepting his, so it's better for you to state your case, and I state mine, and just exchange ideas.
"But some things, just because one person can do them, doesn't mean one person should do them.
Those who want to protect others often find it difficult to realize that the people they want to protect are not as fragile as they think.
However, even if I say this, it's hard to understand without experiencing it, after all..."
Bai Luan looked at Sunday and said meaningfully:
"Knowing and understanding are completely different concepts. If you only know and don't try it, your heart will probably never be convinced, and you will never truly understand."
"What if he succeeds?"
"Then it proves I was wrong."
Bai Luan spread his hands, his tone carrying a hint of obviousness.
"Admitting that won't make me lose a limb. People progress through mistakes, don't they? Though this time, I don't think I'll be wrong."
"Propose a viewpoint, verify it, and then accept the conclusion regardless of whether it matches the viewpoint, is that it?"
"That's a very good summary."
"When conducting experiments, it's always best not to be disturbed."
"On that point, I think we are in agreement. Disturbing someone's experiment is very impolite."
Sunday smiled at his words and said to Bai Luan:
"Mr. Songblight, your check-in procedures are complete."
Sunday then told Bai Luan his room number and asked:
"Would you like me to call a bellboy to take you to your room?"
Bai Luan's gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure, so he smiled and waved his hand, saying:
"No need, you go ahead and be busy. When Robin contacts Clockwork Studio, just have her send me a message."
After saying this, Bai Luan turned and left.
He had just seen Misha's back and intended to go chat with Misha.
Bai Luan's retreating figure gradually disappeared, and the polite smile on Sunday's face also slowly faded, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
From their casual chat, Sunday was able to confirm that Bai Luan most likely knew something.
But he didn't seem to want to interfere... Geniuses are truly a group that is hard to see through, and hard to guess what they want to do.
In any case, it's best to be careful.
Misha was pushing his luggage cart, walking quickly forward, unsure where he was going.
There was no luggage on the cart; perhaps he had just finished delivering someone else's luggage and was now busy returning to his post to do his bellboy job.
"Little bellboy, please stop~"
Misha stopped at the sound, looked back at Bai Luan, a hint of surprise flashing across his small face.
"Are you calling me, sir?"
"Of course."
Bai Luan walked briskly to Misha's front.
"Who else would I be calling?"
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised."
Misha scratched his head sheepishly and said:
"I'm always easily overlooked. You seem to be the first person to actively greet me. Hello, my name is Misha, and I'm a bellboy at the Reverie Hotel."
"Always being overlooked, don't you find that strange?"
"Not at all. Everyone who comes to Penacony is a big shot. Who would care about an unremarkable little bellboy?"
"Alright."
It would be strange for a bellboy with such stunning looks to be overlooked all day long.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Bai Luan thought for a moment, then gave his room number and said:
"I can't find my room. Could you please take me there?"
"Hmm, leave it to me."
Misha pondered for a moment and quickly found the corresponding room location.
He pushed the small cart and walked in front of Bai Luan, smiling as he said:
"I'll lead the way for you."