Synopsis: In the major explosion a month ago, the youngest Imperial Marshal in history, Si Yun, lost a leg and ten years of his memory. The 18-year-old Heng Xing lay confused on the hospital bed. I...
Chapter 8, Chapter 8: 52 Roses
Yu Nianqing handed Hengxing a large towel, which she took and draped over her head, the hem of the towel only covering her waist.
"Why don't you just take a shower here?"
The water that had just come out was rusty in color, so she must have been dirty, and there was no shower in the toilet next to the driver's cab.
Heng Xing said softly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Seeing her listless appearance, Yu Nianqing finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Hengxing took off his hospital gown, turned on the shower again, and the water sprayed down from above, washing away the mud and his embarrassment.
Her mother passed away early, and she began to participate in and support the family from a very young age. In elementary and middle school, she would rush home to help out at the family's cake shop as soon as school was over. In high school, she would go to the repair shop after school and then go to the cake shop to help pack up after the repair shop was finished.
Therefore, she rarely had the opportunity to interact with people her own age. Although she was quite popular, she didn't have any close friends. Not to mention her Omega classmates; at most, she would remember their names.
The thought of being soaking wet in front of a man made her feel embarrassed and shy, and her face flushed.
Hengxing felt itchy all over when he felt his gaze sweeping down from his shoulders and back without any obstruction.
So why was he so calm?
Shouldn't Omegas be a little more shy?
Captain Heng finished washing quickly, coming out in just over ten minutes. Her hair was still wet, and she was wearing his towel. She walked briskly out of the room without even glancing at him. "I'll wash and dry your towel tomorrow and return it to you."
"No rush." Yu Nianqing looked up at her with a smile in her eyes.
Heng Xing quickly closed the door and left, but he could still feel his beautiful peach blossom eyes sweeping over his back.
Back in the cockpit, Heng Xing took out a washer-dryer and placed it in the toilet; this was also something he had taken from another spaceship.
Place the towel, underwear, and hospital gown in the separate compartments and press the wash button.
My hair only reaches my eyes now, so it dries quickly after a shake, and I don't need a hairdryer anymore. It's very convenient.
Hengxing crawled back into bed, but after all that commotion, he still couldn't fall asleep. He just felt a little hungry, so he took out a box of nutrient solution and a metal box from his spatial storage.
The metal box had a red edible label on it, and when shaken, it made a rustling sound inside. It was a style that Hengxing had never seen before.
He took a picture and searched online, but it only said it was a rice bento box, and he couldn't find any instructions. Hengxing remembered that he took it from the spaceship that the man in the guest room was sitting in.
He should know, I'll ask him tomorrow," she thought as she opened a bottle of nutrient solution and started chugging it down.
She opened the Q&A module of StarNet and spent a huge sum of 2 Star Coins to ask questions to netizens.
[I'm looking for a quick way to make money on the side.]
I have a small spaceship carrying people drifting in space. The question that gets accepted by the original poster will receive a two-star reward.
On some planets it's not nighttime, and someone will soon answer her question.
1L
How much extra money are you looking for?
The more the better, at least tens of thousands of star coins.
Go to sleep early; you can dream about anything.
2L
I know, I know. I once gave a ride to an interstellar fugitive, and he gave me a million dollars when we got there.
Heng Xing glanced towards the guest room; she had already picked up one, who could be considered a space fugitive.
Sure enough, the asking price was still too low.
She is so kind.
3L
You can check out the SF Express section. Some people who need to urgently send items that are difficult to store will post their requests there. The price varies depending on the individual.
Link:……】
Thank you, I'll go take a look.
Hengxing sent him two Star Coins, and then he was redirected to the website the website provided. As soon as the website opened, a question box popped up on the virtual screen.
Your destination is: ___
【Elm Star】
It actually exists.
After entering the question in the question box, a 3D interstellar map appears, scattered with small red dots, indicating that someone has posted a request for orders.
Hengxing selected several red dots near him and clicked on each one to see the main content.
Send a cat to Planet Ella for treatment and then return it; 5,000 Star Coins.
Hmm, no, that would be a bad deal.
[Spaceship crashed. Go to Planet Yula to buy spaceship parts and help repair it. 10,000 Star Coins]
This is so troublesome.
Send 52 delicate roses to Elm Star, worth 300,000 Star Coins.
Hmm, roses?
I don't like roses, so forget it.
Holy crap, 300,000!
Only a fool wouldn't earn that kind of money.
She was immediately drawn to a large order with a reward of 300,000 star coins, and even doubted whether the nine zeros at the end, which stood out from the rest, were an illusion.
The person in question is located on a private planet about a day away ahead. He wants to send 52 roses to a school on Ella Star, and they need to arrive in five days.
Hengxing calculated that the time should be fine, and immediately messaged him privately.
Are you there? Do you still need someone to deliver this order?
[Out of stock! When are you arriving? Oh, we need to sign the contract first!]
Why are you in such a hurry? Is the rose a real rose? Or is it some other symbol I don't understand?
No, it's just roses, the red, fragrant kind that everyone likes. The main thing is, I need you to personally deliver them to someone.
[Deliver it to that person?]
Yes, she hasn't been accepting my packages lately, so I had to just do it first and ask her later ORZ
What if she won't accept it even if I deliver it to her?
【Can you record a video to prove it? All she needs to know is that I sent 52 roses, okay?】
【OK. 】
"Let's sign the contract. I've sent it to you; please take a look."
Mr. Liu, on the other side of the screen, sent Hengxing a contract. The platform automatically reviewed it for her and found it to be a compliant contract with a security level of around 99%.
She checked it herself and thought it was fine, so she signed it using the account and identity verification she had.
The other party's 300,000 Star Coins are currently held as collateral by the platform, and the platform will transfer the money to her account once the transaction is completed.
Hengxing only realized after signing the contract that she hadn't signed a contract with the man in the guest room.
To be honest, this deal isn't very safe, especially since the other party has a gun. What if they shoot you when the time comes?
Or she could go and tie him up right now, pay the money at the destination, and then push him off the spaceship.
Hmm, that's a bit violent.
Let's sign a contract.
Heng Xing stood up and adjusted the spaceship's trajectory on the control panel. Getting to that private little planet would require a detour, but wouldn't take long.
Then, imitating Mr. Liu's contract, she wrote a new contract on the terminal. After estimating that the other party had probably gotten up, she took the contract and the box of bento that she didn't know how to eat to the guest room to find him.
Upon hearing the knock, Yu Nianqing opened the door after confirming that she had covered her face with a scarf.
"After thinking it over, we should sign a contract," Hengxing said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Okay, send it to me." Yu Nianqing showed her the contact number and carefully read the contract from top to bottom after receiving it.
"By the way, Captain Heng, why did the spaceship suddenly change direction?" he asked casually.
He downloaded navigation software on the terminal, which could monitor the spacecraft's trajectory in real time.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I just received an order to deliver 52 roses to Yulaxing. I need to go pick them up now."
Does it take a lot of time?
"No need, it'll just be a few hours longer than usual, and we'll arrive at Yula Star in four days."
Hearing this, Yu Nianqing finally felt relieved and signed the contract.
Hengxing looked at the contract he sent back and only now realized that his name was "Yu Nianqing".
"Mr. Yu, do you know how to eat this?" She took out the metal lunchbox.
Looking at the familiar bento box,
Yu Nianqing: ...How much did you take in those fifteen minutes?
Looking at Hengxing's current self-righteous and shameless demeanor, Yu Nianqing suddenly recalled her earlobes, which were as red as if they were dripping blood, when she hurriedly left last night.
She was cuter back then.
"There's a hidden button underneath. Press it and it will start heating. The lid will automatically pop open after ten minutes," he explained as he took the metal box from her.
"Take a look." He handed the tin box back.
Heng Xing pressed the invisible button, bent over, and sat cross-legged against the wall by the door.
Yu Nianqing: Be my door god?
"Captain Heng, is there anything else?"
"I've decided to tidy up those two rooms after lunch. I'm worried there won't be a place to put the flowers," Hengxing said, placing the heated lunchbox on the floor.
Yu Nianqing suddenly had the idea of teasing her.
"Captain Heng, I can help you clean those two rooms. You can tell I'm very good at cleaning."
Hengxing looked up at him in surprise.
"But you have to pay me 300,000 star coins."
Three hundred thousand!
Heng Xing smiled and said, "No need, Mr. Yu, you can go and rest. I can do it myself."
Watching her sit on the floor, clutching her lunchbox and shuffling to the side, looking as if she had gotten something dirty on her, Yu Nianqing closed the guest room door, leaned against the doorframe, and chuckled to herself.
miser.
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