Chapter 63 The Art of Balancing
At breakfast time, you and Danheng finished washing up and went to the dining car hand in hand.
"Good morning, madam, Mr. Danheng." Sunday, who was having lunch, heard the noise and looked up to greet you.
Good morning, Mr. Sunday.
You smiled and responded to him, then naturally sat down on the other side with Danheng.
I observed your interactions with Danheng discreetly on Sunday. It was clear that you two had a great understanding and a very close relationship.
His speculation was quickly confirmed.
"Mom and Dad... Hey, Sunday, you're here too?" After a brief silence, the little raccoon rushed over shouting "Mom and Dad," and asked in confusion when he saw Sunday.
“…Good morning, madam.” Sunday paused, then gave an elegant and appropriate smile.
"I'm sorry, you must have seen this. This child is always so impulsive, I apologize on her behalf." You noticed the obvious awkward smile on Sunday's face when she heard the nickname "Old Sunday," and quickly tried to make amends.
"It's alright, I'm just not used to this title yet."
"Sorry, sorry, I misspoke. I'm so sorry, Sunday." The raccoon realized his mistake and apologized immediately.
“It’s alright, ma’am. But please use a different form of address next time.” Sunday’s ear flapped slightly, as if to hide his shyness.
“Okay, Sunday.” The raccoon readily agreed, then sat down to have breakfast with you.
"We've got a few more commissions today. Anyone want to come with me?" Little Raccoon started calling for people in hopes of getting a reward from Xingqiong.
"Danheng and I will help with the personnel placement. However, after a crisis, there will always be some psychological trauma left behind, so we may need a member who is skilled in mental health treatment to join us." You replied to the Trail Blazers with a meaningful tone.
"Psychological therapy?" The raccoon seemed thoughtful, then its eyes lit up. "Isn't that Sunday's specialty?"
"If you need me, I am willing to do my best," Sunday said slowly under your unanimous gazes.
“That’s great! Sunday, come with us! Let me tell you, the space station is so much fun…” The raccoon immediately agreed to Sunday’s invitation and began telling him all about the interesting things about the space station.
The latter lightly fanned his ear flaps, without interrupting her.
You exchange a smile with Danheng and suddenly find yourself looking forward to today's schedule.
...
After breakfast, the train took you to the Black Tower Space Station. As planned, the Pioneers and March 7th evacuated the personnel, while the three of you stayed behind to settle the staff.
Without someone to lighten the mood, you spontaneously take on the responsibility of breaking the awkward silence.
Your back-and-forth with Danheng, seemingly casual conversation, revealed a lot of useful information, helping Sunday understand the current situation and layout here.
After a journey of stops and starts, you finally arrived at the main control module, where the acting station manager, Estádio, was reporting on the progress of the work.
"Everyone on the Star Train, on behalf of the space station, I thank you for your assistance." The pink-haired girl first expressed her gratitude, and then began to explain the itinerary.
Danheng was sent to assist the clerks in the rescue, while you and Sunday stayed behind to calm the clerks down.
And so, you and Danheng went your separate ways, each shining brightly in your respective roles.
"Sir, please look me in the eyes." On Sundays, you methodically provide psychiatric treatment to staff members in poor mental condition, while you help others treat their wounds.
Fortunately, the space station handled the emergency well, and most of the crew members were not seriously injured, only experiencing some minor psychological issues.
After your wound was bandaged, you joined the Sunday therapy session.
Unlike the direct intervention approach on Sunday, you used conversation to gently guide and soothe the emotions of the crowd.
And so, you two tacitly divided the work. The more serious cases were assigned to him, while the milder ones came to you for talk therapy.
During this time, Danheng would occasionally bring some wounded people over. When he saw your worried look, he would take the initiative to speak up and say that he was fine and that you shouldn't worry.
That being said, the ripped hem of the clothes doesn't lie.
You have no choice but to pretend you didn't see it and continue with what you were doing.
After an unknown amount of time, the long treatment finally came to an end, and the staff members were transferred to a new safe area under your guidance.
The train crews, which had been separated, regrouped after completing their work and returned to the train together.
March 7th and the Trail Blazers were as energetic as ever, chattering away the whole way.
I felt unexpectedly content following quietly behind you on Sunday.
He has always been a sensitive and introspective person, and he only acts after careful consideration. Even after boarding the train, he often worried that he might cause you trouble.
Although today's rescue work was exhausting, seeing the patient go from being anxious and uneasy at the beginning to being calm and gentle after treatment gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
It turns out he was useful; it turns out he could help others.
You notice that Sunday has fallen behind you, so you deliberately slow down to walk alongside him and casually ask if he is tired.
"I'm fine, ma'am, thank you for your concern."
As Sunday said this, her ears twitched slightly, and her expression became more amiable.
"No need to be so polite, just call me by my name." You smiled, then added, "Mr. Sunday is quite skilled in mental healing. I wonder if he uses it to hypnotize enemies during battle?"
“You’re joking, ma’am…” Sunday, teased by you, lowered her eyes slightly, and her ears unconsciously fluttered.
"I'm not good at fighting, and I don't fight like you say..." He tried to explain his fighting style, which made you smile.
"Is this how it is? I've never seen anything like it before. If I have the chance, I hope to witness your heroic figure in person."
"...I'm afraid it will disappoint you..." A blush crept onto the tips of his ears, which were hidden behind his hair.
"Really? Then I'm even more eager to find out..."
"..." Instead of backing down, you pushed forward, forcing Sunday to take the initiative to start another topic.
Know when to stop, and while you're at it, enjoy the shy Sunday as you answer his questions.
So cute.
You commented in your mind.
If I could hear your heart's voice on Sunday, I'd probably be so ashamed I'd cover my eyes with my ear flaps.
Danheng, who was walking ahead, eavesdropped on your conversation with Sunday the whole time. He was extremely jealous inside, but he didn't show it on his face.
He knows you meant well, trying to help Sunday integrate into the train crew.
But……
The thought of his lover laughing and talking with another man triggered a surge of suppressed possessiveness in him.
I'm so annoyed, but I still have to maintain my composure.
You chat idly with Sunday, but your eyes are fixed on Danheng.
You notice his slightly clenched right hand, and you know that this dragon has once again become jealous.
You smiled helplessly, and as you turned a corner, you quickly walked behind him and hooked your little finger around his left hand, which was hanging by his side.
The person in front of you paused noticeably, then let you draw circles in his palm.
The two children were completely unaware. Sunday glanced at them briefly before shyly looking away and considerately moved to the other side, pretending nothing had happened.
You and Danheng are playing a childish hand-holding game in front of everyone, appearing serious on the surface, but your restless fingers are intertwined on their own.
After being coaxed like that, Danheng's jealousy instantly vanished.
Having spent so much time together, you've already mastered the psychology of this little dragon.
What's with the vinegar dragon? It's all easily appeased.
...
You walked hand in hand until you boarded the train, then let go, pretending nothing had happened.
On March 7th, I continued the previous conversation with the Trail Blazers, and on Sunday, I voluntarily moved to the observation car, leaving you with your own space.
You brought a first-aid kit and led him into the think tank.
Where are you injured?
"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it."
"Your clothes are torn, and you still dare to call it a minor injury?" You glared at him with displeasure, and then ordered him to take off his shirt.
Despite having been honest with each other many times, the man still couldn't help but feel shy when he heard those words.
Seeing him dawdling, you simply reached out and ripped off his jacket and undershirt, revealing his muscular waist.
He had several small scratches on his back, and blood was seeping from the wound on his abdomen.
You skillfully found the medicine and tools to disinfect the wound, and carefully wiped the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodine.
Does it hurt?
"It doesn't hurt," he said slowly, the blush on the tips of his ears still lingering.
"If you get injured, treat it promptly. Don't delay, even if it's just a minor injury. Got it?" you nagged him incessantly.
"Yes, I'll be more careful next time."
Although he was being lectured, a sweet feeling welled up inside him.
Soon, the last wound was treated.
You get up and return the medicine to its owner, then move a stool over and sit opposite him.
Dan Heng was still shirtless, with some bandages wrapped around his body and adhesive bandages covering some of his minor wounds.
His gaze shifted slightly, forced to accept your blatant stare.
"Ahem, the think tank recently added some information about the space station, but some parts are still missing..." Dan Heng took the initiative to start a conversation, trying to divert your attention.
While responding, you couldn't help but look at him.
Sometimes, having a great figure can be a problem.
After a while, you decided to let the dragon go.
You got up, walked to the wardrobe, and casually picked out a shirt, handing it to Danheng.
The latter breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put on his shirt, but cleverly left two buttons undone.
After spending so much time together, you saw right through his thoughts.
It's good that they're willing to put in the effort for you.
You played along, offering to help Danheng organize the data, and thus naturally ended up staying at the think tank.
As usual, you worked together seamlessly, completing the task perfectly in an ambiguous atmosphere.
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