Chapter 122 Time-Space Repair Chamber
Zhou Zhiheng casually led her to a room inside the weapons museum.
The room was only a few square meters in size. There was another door inside. The door had no shape or color, and no sense of solidity.
"Let's go in. That's where we test the guns," Zhou Zhiheng said.
Ning Shuyin took a step. The moment her toes touched the door, it felt like stepping into another parallel universe.
The scene before her was beyond her expectations.
It's not a cold, impersonal training ground, but a floating sky garden. Under your feet is a transparent floor, and above your head is a transparent roof.
The courtyard stretched out endlessly. In the center stood a Baroque palace.
"Is this the spacetime repair pod?" Ning Shuyin looked around at the beautiful place.
“To be precise, this is the space created by the spacetime repair pod. The repair pod is a technology that I can use to complete any creation,” Zhou Zhiheng led her forward, “These are places where I can stay quietly.”
After walking through a long corridor, the two entered a lounge decorated like a princess suite. There were soft woven carpets, velvet sofas, and the dining table was already set with delicate snacks and drinks.
Ning Shuyin looked at the table full of delicious food: "Didn't we come here to test out the weapons?"
“No rush.” Zhou Zhiheng sat down at the dining table and gestured for her to sit down as well. “Here, there is unlimited time. It’s not too late to test the weapons after you’ve rested enough.”
As he was the host, Ning Shuyin had no choice but to sit down as he arranged.
Faced with a royal banquet, Ning Shuyin was a little overwhelmed. Macaron towers, opera cakes, creamy wild mushroom soup, grilled spare ribs, sweet and sour shrimp...
Her gaze was drawn to an incongruous presence in the center of the table.
It was a small white porcelain bowl with a lotus leaf rim, standing out plainly among a group of painted and gilded tableware.
The bowl contained clear soup with a few unidentified pink fruits floating on top. She could clearly feel the rich energy contained in the soup—it was actually a supernatural energy supplement with highly volatile energy, turned into a hot soup.
When she noticed the soup bowl, Zhou Zhiheng's eyes showed some nervousness.
Ning Shuyin didn't notice the change in Zhou Zhiheng's expression. She was just curious and took a sip of the soup.
"Hmm..."
This taste... it's sweet, salty, and bitter all at once; it's really too strange.
She seriously suspected that she had been framed.
The taste was like a matcha latte mixed with Chinese medicine, then topped with a bowl of savory tofu pudding. She forced herself to hold it in and didn't vomit on the spot.
Zhou Zhiheng was leaning back in his chair, seemingly unconcerned.
But as she picked up the spoon, she seemed to quietly sit up straight, her gaze falling on the soup bowl in her hand and on her face.
"How is it?" he asked her.
Ning Shuyin hesitated, unsure whether to question him or tell him directly that the taste was strange.
Zhou Zhiheng, however, had already seen the outcome from her expression.
"It was made by a new cooking robot. I didn't dare to eat it, so I asked you to taste it for me," Zhou Zhiheng said arrogantly. "It seems its skills aren't very good; I'll replace it."
Ning Shuyin was taken aback: "It would be too wasteful to just replace the robot. You can have the manufacturer debug it."
Zhou Zhiheng's purple eyes flickered slightly, his expression revealing no emotion: "Is that so?"
He hesitated for two seconds: "Then... let's keep it for now. Eat quickly, and then go test the gun."
Ning Shuyin took a bite of cake, glanced at Zhou Zhiheng across from her, and couldn't help but complain inwardly. He had just said there was unlimited time to rest, and now he was urging her to eat quickly.
This young master is truly unpredictable.
But whatever the boss says is right. She popped a macaron into her mouth.
Zhou Zhiheng, unaware of the resentment he was in, appeared to be in a good mood. Although he urged her, he waited until she said she had finished eating before standing up.
A real weapons testing ground is a space where you can switch scenes at will.
From dilapidated cities to tropical rainforests, everything is available. Zhou Zhiheng casually tapped the control panel, and the surrounding scenery instantly transformed into a post-apocalyptic city.
The setting sun dyed the sky blood red. All around were ruins and smoke from battle.
"Stay close to me." Zhou Zhiheng's voice rang in her ear, clear and pleasant. The two leaped quickly and landed on the rooftop of a tall building.
"roar!"
The space trembled, and dozens of virtual mechanical beasts let out low roars, surrounding the two of them.
Ning Shuyin gripped her new weapon tightly, standing back-to-back with Zhou Zhiheng. Their warm backs mingled through their combat uniforms, exchanging body heat.
"They're here!" Zhou Zhiheng shouted in a low voice. The mechanical beasts roared as they charged towards them.
The two didn't back down at all and went all out.
Gunfire roared, flames shot into the sky, and bullets rained down. The flashes illuminated their focused profiles.
Ning Shuyin dodged left and right, but she had no experience in close combat shooting and could only rely on instinct to maneuver.
After killing more than ten with mobile shooting, dozens more mechanical beasts spawned and surrounded them. The virtual enemies were simply endless.
With a "whoosh," a mechanical claw grazed past her and was shot dead by Zhou Zhiheng, just millimeters from her cheek.
"Keep your balance," Zhou Zhiheng reminded her from behind, supporting her shoulder with his arm.
She could feel his broad chest just centimeters behind her back, always protecting her.
Suddenly, a large beast leaped out from behind cover. She assumed the beast had already been killed, but it turned out it had only feigned death.
The beast's claws aimed straight for her heart.
Suddenly, a strong force pulled her away, followed by a loud thud. Then came the sound of the beast's body hitting the ground.
Ning Shuyin's head was pressed against someone's chest, and she could clearly hear his heartbeat.
She was released in an instant.
"The next wave refreshes, let's come again," he said.
The training session didn't end until the stacks of defeated mechanical beings around her completely blocked her height.
"How are you feeling?" Zhou Zhiheng asked her, but didn't look at her; his gaze was fixed on the twilight horizon of the virtual city.
"That's great." Ning Shuyin's eyes sparkled, her breath still unsteady, slightly panting. "Thank you."
She finished her training and took her leave. Less than a minute had passed in the outside world when she returned to the weapons hall on Lico Island from the spatial dimension.
Zhou Zhiheng told her to go back by herself and did not see her off.
He didn't even come out; instead, he remained alone in that still world.
He walked alone back to the sky garden where they had just been. He walked through the corridor and pushed open a door.
Inside is a bathroom.
Warm water poured down from above, washing over his body.
Zhou Zhiheng closed his eyes and leaned against the cold wall.
This bathroom is exactly the same as the one in the collapsed corridor of his memories.
However, his emotions could no longer find a place in this space.
He had assumed it would just be a cold, functional space.
However, it was not what he had imagined.
Her scent seemed to linger in the air.
That time, she was with him in the bathroom, completely soaked. The pale purple dress clung to her body, her eyes shimmering with moisture…
And the real body temperature when she leaned towards him.
Zhou Zhiheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and a surge of heat rose within him.
He once didn't understand what it meant to fall in love for the first time. But now, the emotions he had suppressed for nineteen years were surging forth uncontrollably.
He reached out and braced himself against the smooth wall, water flowing down his sculpted muscles.
He looked down at his hands. These hands had signed countless contracts worth trillions, controlling the economic lifeline of the interstellar space.
But now, all it wants is to hold the girl's wrist and feel her pulse.
He lowered his eyes and turned the water to ice cold, trying to calm his body in this way.
However, with his eyes closed, her image became even clearer. He reached out…
Ning Shuyin was currently sitting in her own aircraft.
[Target Zhou Zhiheng's favorability has increased to 70 (Affection).]
Ning Shuyin: "..."
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