Early morning.
Zeig, as usual, lay on the bed in a "木" shape, waiting for the King of Hell to knock on his door.
"Knock knock knock knock knock——!!"
From outside the door came March 7th's shouting.
"Hurry up and get up for breakfast! We still have to go to the space station later to test the Simulated Universe!"
So nice.
Ever since boarding the train, he didn't even need to set an alarm anymore.
"Whoosh——!!" Seeing no movement in the room for a long time, March 7th directly pulled the door open.
She walked in.
The first thing that caught her eye was clothes scattered all over the floor, messily placed everywhere.
March 7th kicked hard, sending the slipper by the door flying back to the bedside, colliding with the other one.
"Holy crap, why was your other slipper by the door?" March 7th hands on hips, very puzzled.
Zeig lay on the bed, silently quiet.
His face reflected the glow of the screen; at this moment, he was lying in bed playing on his laptop.
Seeing no reaction from him, March 7th walked forward curiously.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
She leaned over to the bedside, glanced at the screen content, and immediately touched her own face in shock.
"Holy crap, original!"
Zeig: "..."
Mr. Zeig closed the laptop, gave March 7th a deep look. Silently lifted the blanket, got out of bed, picked up the clothes from the floor.
Under March 7th's waiting, he finally got dressed.
Throughout the whole process, March 7th sat on the bedside, quietly waiting.
At the same time pulling out her phone to type, looking like she was complaining about Zeig's lifestyle to someone.
Hearing the rustling of Zeig putting on clothes stop, she silently looked up and found him staring at her.
March 7th puzzled:
"What?"
Zeig: "You're sitting on my sunglasses."
"..."
March 7th stood up, turned to look at where she had just been sitting—indeed, there were sunglasses.
Probably because the bed was too messy, she hadn't felt anything when sitting down.
"Why do you even have sunglasses? Afraid of the sun?"
"No." Zeig silently put on the sunglasses, said very stylishly:
"This way it's more badass."
March 7th: "..."
In Zeig's mind, today was for showing off, so naturally he had to look presentable.
He wore a black trench coat, sunglasses, and gloves, striding quickly through the parlor car like a high-level secret agent.
Sitting on the sofa, when March 7th brought his breakfast to the table, he didn't forget to glance at his pocket watch:
"Three seconds late. Pay attention next time."
March 7th: "..."
Under the strange gazes of everyone in the car, he ate extremely elegantly, very slowly.
One bite at a time, carefully chewing and savoring.
It was clearly just a bowl of zhajiangmian, yet he made it feel like French cuisine.
Refined and elegant, chewing slowly, affectedly graceful.
As if he were in a high-end Western restaurant, with soothing elegant music playing around.
March 7th sniffed, glanced again at the researchers crowded below the train waiting to receive Zeig.
"Hold it in, I have to... hold it in. So many people watching below. Can't make a move—definitely can't today. Deep breath, deep breath, huff..." March 7th took a deep breath.
Normally, Zeig could scarf down zhajiangmian in under a minute; now he had been eating for a full ten minutes.
At this point, half the bowl was still left.
He continued eating.
Another ten minutes passed, and a quarter of the zhajiangmian still remained in his bowl.
"Ding dong—— Ding dong—— Ding dong——"
March 7th's phone notification sounds kept ringing—seemingly urgent messages from space station personnel.
Because Zeig was eating zhajiangmian and not replying, they all came to March 7th.
March 7th frantically replied to those messages while urging the certain someone on the sofa chewing slowly:
"Big bro, can't you eat faster?! According to the original schedule, we're already late."
Zeig turned a deaf ear, smiled:
"What's the rush? The emperor isn't anxious, but the eunuch is. Protagonists always appear last."
March 7th's pink-blue eyes widened: "No, do you have to? Treating a bowl of zhajiangmian like French food?"
Mr. Zeig still shook his head:
"This is no longer an ordinary bowl of zhajiangmian."
He looked at March 7th, eyes shining.
"This is the milestone marking the start of my glorious life."
In March 7th's shock, Zeig suddenly sped up, rapidly finishing the remaining noodles.
Elegantly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, stood up, looked at the crowd outside.
Waved his hand grandly.
Said deeply:
"Time's about right. Let's go—follow me, Mr. Zeig, to see the world."
March 7th: "..."
Zeig hands in trench coat pockets, coat tails flying, strode down from the train.
March 7th hurried to follow.
Because today was testing the Simulated Universe, Herta also suddenly wanted to showcase the research results on all public screens across the space station.
So many researchers were given a day off specifically to come watch Master Zeig's splendor.
Just stepping off the train, the receiving researchers outside said very respectfully:
"Master Zeig, you're finally here!"
Zeig pushed up his sunglasses, expressionlessly scanning the circle of researchers surrounding him.
Hands behind his back, facing the sky:
"Sorry, everyone, for keeping you waiting. Standing here all this time must have been hard."
Originally, those researchers had some complaints about why Zeig took so long to come out.
But hearing this, all dissatisfaction vanished instantly.
"Not at all, haha! Master Zeig is too polite—we don't mind waiting a bit."
"Yeah yeah, for someone like you to grace us by personally testing our space station's project—we feel infinitely honored!"
"Even someone as strong as Master Zeig goes to the bathroom?"
"Please sign for me!"
The crowd responded enthusiastically; Zeig shook hands with each one, not missing a single person.
Like a big leader coming for an inspection.
March 7th watched dumbfounded:
"This guy really knows how to act."
Among the handshakes, many familiar faces.
Capote shook hands: "Brother Zeig, remember me? Haha, today you're stealing all the spotlight."
Zeig nodded politely: "Of course I remember. Young Master Capote seems a bit off today."
Capote politely waved: "Just some minor hardships."
Next.
Eikura Shuu shook hands: "Brother Zeig, remember me? Back then in the containment section, you were protected by two Stellaron Hunters. If not for you drawing fire, with the Antimatter Legion lining up to attack you, I'd have suffered. Now my injuries are healed, and the superior who was holding back my paper got reported—life feels full of hope!"
Zeig smiled politely: "Of course I remember. Good reporting—that kind of superior is the most annoying. Wish you a pleasant life."
Eikura Shuu bowed deeply: "Thank you, Brother Zeig!"
Next.
Rocky shook hands: "Brother Zeig, remember me? Your sword stirred magnetic field changes across the universe, stopping the starquake. Without you, my girlfriend Lesley and I might never see each other again due to spacetime curvature. Truly thank you for your righteous action."
Zeig nodded politely: "Remember remember—that day, you shouted 'badass' the loudest."
Next.
Lamina shook hands: "Mr. Zeig, not sure if you remember me. Watching you handle the borisin back then, I gradually understood many things. I believe only by acting courageously like you can one earn the dignity that belongs to them. So that day I wrote a report letter, reporting my leader—was I right?"
Zeig nodded politely:
"Remember remember. Good reporting—the space station needs talents like you. Rectifying the workplace starts with you."
Lamina bowed deeply:
"Thank you for Master Zeig's guidance—I will continue to work hard!"
Watching these people praise Zeig.
March 7th held her breath entirely, hands covering her small face in amazement:
"The person they're praising—is really the same one I know?"