This time, although Bai Luan was hit by the boomerang, he didn't experience much emotional fluctuation; he even found it amusing.
After all, Screwllum had given him a heads-up about this, and he had agreed to let Screwllum do it.
Overall, it was quite fun and didn't bring him any negative consequences.
If all future boomerangs were of this nature—easy and pleasant—that would be great.
With a cheerful mood, Bai Luan's thoughts began to wander.
He was constantly being struck by boomerangs.
He had tried various methods to avoid the boomerang, from being cautious with his words and actions to setting up plans in advance.
But in the end, all these attempts failed; what was destined to come always flew in from unexpected angles.
But one should employ Reverse Thinking.
Haven't his numerous failures repeatedly proven one thing?
That is, although he didn't know why, he definitely had the Boomerang-Attracting Constitution.
Since he couldn't avoid the future of being elbowed by a boomerang using any method, perhaps he could try a different approach?
Instead of trying to avoid the boomerang, what if he found a way to replace it with a benign boomerang, like the one this time?
The more Bai Luan thought about it, the more interesting the path seemed; logically, it might actually work!
Hmm, he should include this in his alternative plans and find a chance to test whether it was feasible later.
Thinking this, the corners of Bai Luan's mouth curled up uncontrollably, forming a small, smug arc.
To put it plainly, I must be a genius for coming up with this solution!
Hmph hmph~~
Whether this path works or not is irrelevant; at the very least, the moment this brilliant idea popped into his head, it brought him immense Emotional Value and self-gratification.
Even if the path is later proven unfeasible, he wouldn't have lost anything.
Thinking this, Bai Luan put away his phone, humming a tune for his own entertainment, and started tidying up the messy laboratory.
"I learned to not feel lost all day alone, just let me get drunk and sing for my own fun, started doubting, struck down by love, helpless~"
Although Bai Luan was singing while tidying the lab, giving off a completely Relaxed Vibe, his efficiency was actually not slow at all.
Before long, the laboratory, which had been messy and piled high with curios, was cleaned up by Bai Luan. As for the sorted curios, Bai Luan handed them over to Alan for processing.
Alan was already accustomed to this.
After processing them so many times over the past few days, Alan was extremely skilled in handling these Peripheral Items tasks.
To distribute these Peripheral Items, the Space Station had also formed a mature assembly line:
Draw Lucky Fans → Confirm address → Package → Contact Logistics → Door-to-door delivery.
As for why this system was established and running so quickly... we must mention a Station Master who made a huge contribution to the Space Station's finances—Ms. Asta.
Thinking this, Alan sighed faintly, almost inaudibly.
He swore he had tried his best, earnestly and repeatedly, to persuade the young lady not to invest an excessive amount of Credit Points into this gifting system.
This was a completely unnecessary expenditure!
But Ms. Asta would always blink her clear and resolute big eyes and refute him sternly:
"This is serious business that the Station Master must handle! It's legitimate Promotional Activity Funding and cannot be scrimped on! Besides, if the Space Station doesn't spend this money, should the Station Master spend her own money? That won't do!"
As she spoke, she fiercely swiped her card without hesitation, and funds poured into the assembly line like a flood through an open sluice gate.
Ultimately, with Ms. Asta's strong support, the Space Station established this comprehensive, efficient, and expensive Gifting Assembly Line Industry at a staggering speed.
Alas... Alan looked at the pile of new Peripheral Items before him, a hint of worry rising in his heart.
If Station Master Bai Luan suddenly loses interest in making and giving away these Anime Peripherals, wouldn't this assembly line industry, which already has massive investment, immediately become idle and obsolete?
No, no!
In that case, the Space Station's current Financial Report and Asset Utilization Rate would look extremely bad!
Although neither Mr. Bai Luan, Ms. Herta, nor Ms. Asta herself might care about this small amount of money.
But as a conscientious Guard, Alan felt that maintaining the healthy and attractive appearance of the Space Station's Financial Report was also his duty.
He had to find a way to prevent this Industrial Chain from falling into disuse... Thinking this, his gaze fell once again on the huge pile of Anime Peripherals, all currently being given away for free.
Alan picked one up and examined it carefully for a moment.
A thought popped into his head—would people be willing to pay money for these items?
Maybe he should invest more money and build a supporting Production Line?
Alan couldn't have known that this idea of his would later help the Space Station's Financial Report Turn Losses into Profits.
However, that is a story for another time.
Bai Luan clapped his hands and handed all the Peripheral Items over to Alan. At this point, he could wash his hands of the matter.
Alan was very reliable; once it was handed over to him, Bai Luan could rest assured.
Alright, rest time is over, tidying is done, it's time to go back to the lab and continue making curios.
Hey!
'equilibrium'!
I, Bai Hansan, have returned!
Come fight!
Bai Luan threw himself back into curio Research with renewed vigor, but he hadn't focused for long before the laboratory door was opened.
Disturbed by the sound of the door opening, Bai Luan couldn't help but complain.
Not many people could open his lab door, but recently, everyone who came could.
Bai Luan looked up and saw that it was Herta this time.
Her face was expressionless. She walked unhurriedly straight up to Bai Luan, then crossed her arms and quietly stared at him with an air of scrutiny, without saying a word.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Did I do something wrong?
I didn't do anything!
"Ms. Herta, is there something you need me for?"
"Are things getting... intimate between you and Screwllum?"
"..."
A single sentence from Herta
struck Bai Luan into silence.
After a moment, Bai Luan finally spoke with a hint of helplessness:
"No... Ms. Herta, why would you think that... Is it because of that joke? It was just a joke..."
Herta hadn't originally thought that way.
But the information transmitted from Bai Luan's phone was becoming increasingly suspicious.
First, he was laughing so happily, so brightly, so beautifully.
Then, she captured the lyrics he was humming, things like "struck down by love" and "helpless."
The more she looked, the more wrong it felt.
Combining this with Bai Luan's previous behavior, Herta began to suspect—could he be an Automaton Fanatic?
She could not accept that.
Her assistant must be a Herta Fanatic!
She had to put Bai Luan back on the right path!
Unlike Herta's side, Bai Luan was completely bewildered.
What is going on?
Didn't I just share a small, friendly joke with Screwllum?
Is that something outrageous?
It shouldn't be.
Bai Luan was utterly baffled.
"Ms. Herta, can you tell me why you would think that?
I'm genuinely curious now about what happened to make you think this way..."
Herta glanced at him, then explained her reasoning.
After hearing it, Bai Luan was utterly shocked, his Pupils Trembling.
He was laughing so happily purely because he had a new approach to dealing with the boomerang.
He sang for his own entertainment simply because the tune came to mind, and he hummed a couple of lines.
How did things turn out like this?
Moreover... from Herta's perspective, it even made a degree of sense?
I'm really not an Automaton Fanatic!
Although Bai Luan had many things he wanted to complain about, none of them were the most important matter right now.
The most important matter right now is—
"Ms. Herta... please tell me, what must I do to prove to you that I love you?"