Chapter 520: The Sixth Day of Transmigrating into an Interstellar World

Chapter 520: Day Six of Being Thrown Into the Interstellar World

An Yi leaned back in his seat.

He watched the space station shrink through the viewport.

George leaned over and whispered, "An Yi, have you been on a mission before?"

"No," An Yi said. "This is my first time."

"First time?" George's eyes widened. "Then why aren't you nervous at all?"

An Yi tilted his head, looking a bit puzzled. "Why would I be nervous?"

George was stumped.

"Well... it's just..." He thought for a moment, waving his hands vaguely in the air. "It's your first mission, and we're going somewhere so far away. It's not like it's a critical mission, but what if something happens..."

"If something happens, we'll deal with it," An Yi said. "Being nervous won't solve anything."

George blinked, then smiled. "You're right."

He leaned back, stared at the ceiling, and sighed. "I wish I had your attitude."

An Yi smiled slightly. "You will. That's life—anything can happen, and it's all normal."

George turned his head to look at him. "You're still so young, how do you know so many life lessons?"

An Yi didn't answer.

Comment section:

"..."

"An Yi actually said that..."

"Who doesn't know that? But you still get nervous regardless."

"Unless he's got some serious confidence? Does An Yi have that?"

"Maybe he just has a good attitude! Or maybe he's hiding something!"

["That's life—anything can happen, and it's all normal"—that's way too jaded for someone his age.]

"Wait, An Yi saying something like that—is the author setting him up as someone with a deep backstory? Could this be foreshadowing? An Yi isn't actually that simple!"

"Didn't the male lead look into it? An Yi grew up in an orphanage. Maybe that's why? He's been through more than others?"

"Possible. Kids from orphanages tend to grow up fast."

"I still think it's foreshadowing!"

"Pretty boy! What exactly have you been through?! (crying)"

"Don't ask, don't ask—gentle people always have stories! (lol)"

"Waaaah I feel so bad for An Yi."

"??? Are you guys that easily moved? He literally said nothing! What are you all getting so worked up over?"

"An Yi, wahhh, mommy's here for you!"

"...Dude, are you guys seriously trying to be his mom?"

"What's wrong with being his mom?!"

"We want a boy mom! We want a boy mom!"

"...Okay, fine."

"..."

An Yi listened to the comment section, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

George saw him smiling and asked, "What are you smiling about now?"

"Nothing," An Yi said. "Just thinking about something funny."

George scratched his head. "You're always thinking about something funny."

"Yeah," An Yi said. "There's a lot of funny things in life."

George thought for a moment, then nodded. "True."

Xing Ruize watched An Yi's smiling face in the viewport.

The face was reflected in the viewport glass, the curve of his smile just right, his eyelashes slightly lowered, as if thinking about something gentle.

Xing Ruize started to speak, wanting to join the conversation.

But he realized—he had no way to join in at all.

What could he say? "What are you guys talking about"? Too forced. "Life really does have a lot of funny things"? Too stupid.

Xing Ruize: "..."

He shut his mouth.

An Yi seemed to sense his gaze. He turned his head, looked forward, and met Xing Ruize's eyes in the viewport.

Xing Ruize's heart skipped a beat—An Yi was looking at him again!

He sat up straighter and, trying not to make it obvious, raised a hand to straighten his collar.

An Yi watched him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Yuanxing cruised smoothly for over three hours.

The bridge was quiet, with only the occasional comm alert and the pilots' low murmurs breaking the silence.

Outside the viewport was pitch-black space, dotted with sparse stars. A distant star burned ahead, its light filtered by the hull into a soft glow.

An Yi sat with his eyes closed, leaning back in his seat, appearing to be asleep—but in reality, he was going through the original story's plot.

The crisis the original host faced on this mission happened after they arrived at the Third Star Sector outpost.

The outpost was on the edge of the Third Star Sector, near Federation-controlled space. Among the ordinary supplies they were transporting, something that shouldn't have been there had been mixed in—an encrypted data chip containing evidence of a high-ranking official's betrayal on this side of the galaxy.

The real chip was supposed to have already been delivered to the Federation, but something went wrong during the operation, and an unexpected incident caused the chip to get mixed in with the supplies they were transporting.

In the original novel, Xing Ruize discovered the chip by chance while checking the supplies.

But he found it too late—the chip had already been activated, and the signal gave away their position.

Federation troops showed up fast, forcing them to hole up in the asteroid belt by the outpost for two weeks. They barely managed to fight their way out, but the chip got lost and wasn't recovered until later, which meant the traitor didn't get dealt with until way later.

During this incident, the guy who'd been in this body before used his repair skills to jury-rig the comms system on a busted-up small ship and sent out a distress signal.

An Yi figured he could find the chip first and nip this whole thing in the bud.

After all, that Federation was just plain absurd.

Right now, the Federation hadn't lost yet, and its insides hadn't been restructured. Their current higher-ups—compared to them, feudalism looked merciful. Amecho could take them on!

He knew that even back in the world where he'd been a dinosaur, they didn't eat people, but the Federation's top brass? Who the hell knew!

"We're about to enter the jump lane up ahead," the pilot's voice came through the communicator. "Everyone, get ready for safety procedures. We jump in ten minutes."

An Yi opened his eyes and glanced down at his safety harness—already buckled.

Then he felt someone move.

He saw Xing Ruize suddenly stand up and walk over to him.

He bent down.

Reached out—checking the buckle on An Yi's safety harness.

He pressed the latch to make sure it was locked, then gave the strap a tug to check the fit.

Then he straightened up and returned to his seat, the whole thing going off without a hitch.

Jiang Biao: "???"

Ma Zhiye: "???"

Cheng Hong: "???"

George Conrad: "???"

Since when was their captain this thoughtful?

Jiang Biao looked at Xing Ruize, then at An Yi, then back at Xing Ruize. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Ma Zhiye's gaze lingered on Xing Ruize's back for two seconds, his expression hard to read.

Cheng Hong opened his eyes, glanced at Xing Ruize, then closed them again. George's mouth formed an O shape.