The footsteps got closer and closer.
Zeig was a little nervous at this moment, so he stared intently at the door.
"Riiip——"
He tore open the potato chip bag, grabbed some chips and stuffed them into his mouth to calm his nerves.
[Slacking experience +3 +7 +12...]
Noticing the slacking experience gradually recovering, Zeig understood.
Earlier, he was too tense, which affected his mood.
As long as his face was thick enough, it wouldn't be a problem.
"Whoosh——!!"
March 7th pulled open the room door, and the first thing she saw was Zeig sprawled out at the head of the bed, covered with her big quilt, holding an already opened bag of potato chips in his hand.
March 7th: "..."
Zeig: "..."
At this point.
The room door automatically closed, and in the entire room, the two silently stared at each other.
The only sound was the chewing noise Zeig made while eating snacks.
The scene remained deadlocked for a long time.
The one who first broke the silence was Zeig, who tossed the empty bag onto the floor.
"Good brother, are your potato chips a bit expired? They're not even crispy anymore." He pointed at the bag and frowned deeply.
March 7th was speechless, silently walking over.
She picked up the plush toy placed by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Then took off her shoes, fiercely stepped onto the bed, jumped high, veins bulging!
Facing Zeig, she swung hard:
"Today, one of us has to die!"
What followed was a storm-like dense barrage of attacks, pouring down on Zeig.
"Ah...!!"
Amid the thump thump thump muffled sounds, Zeig finally couldn't endure the smashing and rolled off.
He fell onto the cold floor.
Seeing March 7th standing barefoot on the bed, swinging the plush toy to continue smashing, he quickly waved his hand:
"Wait!"
March 7th: "Wait my ass, I've been tolerating you for a long time!"
March 7th swung the plush toy and jumped down directly, delivering another heavy blow.
"Thump——!!"
It smashed Zeig so hard he couldn't tell east from west for a moment, his ears only echoing with March 7th's angry roar.
"You guy were like this before too! Why did you demand such an exorbitant price? Why ask for so much money? Do you have no sense at all?! Now you're still eating! Eat eat eat! All you know is eat!"
The room echoed with frantic "bang bang" sounds, each time the plush toy hit Zeig, it made this muffled noise.
"Big sis, wasn't that what you told me to ask for." Zeig miserably dodged a heavy blow from the plush toy.
"I told you to ask for a der!"
Damn, the more she thought, the angrier she got.
Back then, the way Asta looked at her was off, all because of this idiot.
"You're even daring to deliver yourself to my door, huh, good, watch me not kill you today!"
And so, March 7th chased Zeig around the room beating him, a chase battle thus unfolded.
Midway, a certain shameless person found a few more packs of snacks. While running, he didn't forget to tear open the packaging and stuff some into his mouth opportunistically.
[Slacking experience +6 +5 +7...]
Have to say, even while being chased and beaten, as long as he was in March 7th's room, the slacking experience was still higher than just lying on his own bed.
Sigh, in the end, his face wasn't thick enough.
Otherwise, it could be even higher.
"Cough cough, wait, I still have something to say!" Zeig hugged the plush toy in March 7th's hand, stopping her.
"Hah? What, beaten into submission?"
"No."
"Actually, I came here to ask you something. Look at you, hammering me the moment we meet, you've hammered it right out of my memory."
"What is it?" March 7th put down the plush toy.
Zeig became serious: "You know, how long are we going to stay at the space station?"
March 7th said matter-of-factly:
"We won't stay long, after all, the Antimatter Legion has been mostly cleared out."
Her pink-blue eyes were filled with curious color.
"Besides, the cause of this mess should be the Stellaron in your body, right. Now it's truly sealed in your body, so the space station's rifts will stop spreading."
Zeig nodded.
As long as they weren't leaving immediately, it was fine, he still needed to slack for a few more days.
Because they were currently at Herta Space Station, after online shopping, logistics would arrive relatively fast.
He still had things that hadn't been delivered yet.
"What, reluctant to leave the space station? You want to go back to being a researcher?" March 7th asked with hands on hips.
Could it be that she had smashed his mentality into collapse.
No, being hit by this plush toy doesn't even hurt.
Is Zeig this fragile?
"No, just bought some things. I'm afraid if the train starts moving, logistics won't keep up." Zeig sat on the floor, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
March 7th nodded.
"That's possible, so, what exactly did you buy?"
From March 7th's impression, Zeig had asked Asta for a rope knot with spatial abilities, and various firearms.
Could it be.
He bought more weapons?
"Hey, you wouldn't have bought more arms, right." March 7th said suspiciously.
The room was now a mess, March 7th had been chasing and beating Zeig barefoot for so long she was tired too, directly sat her butt down on the bed.
And Zeig, nonchalantly continued sitting on the floor, his hair also smashed into a chicken nest by the plush toy.
He silently fixed his hairstyle:
"Not just that, everything."
March 7th: "?"
"For example, esports space capsule, insulation pod, automatic cooking vehicle, ingredients, snowmobile, rocket launcher... everything you could need."
March 7th's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly: "What are you doing, playing PUBG? Why not buy a lighter and drill wood for fire too."
"I did, and it's windproof."
March 7th: "..."
The girl stood up, her bare white feet stepping on the floor, bluffing with a straight face, not understanding:
"Big bro, has the train not given you enough sense of security, that you need to buy so much stuff?"
Zeig shook his head:
"I have to ensure my quality of life, actually, I've always been a very particular person."
"Pull the other one", March 7th with a face full of disbelief, "eating my potato chips that have been sitting for too long and still continuing to eat them, what quality of life do you have."
People who truly pursue quality of life, March 7th had seen them.
Someone like Zeig, at best counts as a nouveau riche.
Clearly able to chop the Doomsday Beast in one slash, yet still getting rocket launchers.
If firearms were really that powerful, Herta Space Station wouldn't need support from their Astral Express.
In this world, Pathstriders are the symbol of strength.
"Tch, believe it or not." Zeig curled his lip.
"Zeig, if you really have the heart, you might as well train your body like Dan Heng does when you have nothing to do. Improving your own strength is much more reliable than using firearms."
Hearing March 7th's advice, Zeig took a deep breath.
Girl, you don't understand.
If I really make a move, I'd exit slacking state, huge loss of eight hours' experience.
The purpose of buying firearms is right here.
Usually solving small problems, firing a few shots and it's done, no need to get serious.
Zeig stood up, patted March 7th's shoulder:
"My dear partner, one day, you will understand my intentions."
Saying that, Zeig pulled open the room door without looking back, and left alone.
March 7th: "???"
Intentions, what intentions.
Could it be these hot weapons have other uses.
...
The next day.
Parlor car.
March 7th wearing slippers, rubbing her sleepy eyes, groggily came here for breakfast.
Yet in her haze, she heard disorderly gunshots.
"Bang bang bang bang bang——!!"
Several consecutive gunshots directly startled March 7th awake from her daze.
"Holy crap, who is it."
Through the parlor window, March 7th clearly saw Zeig standing below, unscrupulously firing several shots into the sky, scaring the researcher in front of him until his face turned blue.
His attitude was extremely arrogant:
"Hey hey hey, stop stop, talking about you, what are you babbling about? Hand over everything in your hands and I'll spare your life!"
March 7th horrifiedly covered her small face.
This guy bought guns, actually to become a ruthless bandit!