The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 472 Relaxation

The two remained silent for a while, one seemingly lost in thought, the other unwilling to speak.

Jiang Hui felt drowsy, a wave of weariness washing over her in an instant, making her instantly forget that there was someone else in the room, or rather, that she trusted that person implicitly. So even knowing that the other person was still there, Jiang Hui couldn't resist the fading consciousness and drifted into a state of confusion.

She jolted awake—her consciousness had been plummeting downwards, being pulled into a vortex almost to another dimension, when suddenly she snapped back to reality. No, this wasn't the time to sleep; someone was waiting for her.

The bizarre and fantastical scene before her eyes suddenly distorted as if it had been punctured, and then she woke up.

When she woke up, she was still in the Hillman family's guest room, and Jiang Hui couldn't tell what year it was.

"Awake?" A voice suddenly came from the other end of the line. Jiang Hui then realized that Huan Xian was still in the room, and that he was still in the same position as at the beginning.

She said somewhat sullenly, "Not good." Her reply was rather vague and unrelated.

Facing this rather special friend, Jiang Hui didn't hide anything. She was genuinely feeling unwell, in a daze, as if she had just woken from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat, weak in her limbs, as if all her energy had been drained away.

Feeling weak and lacking the energy to maintain her usual manners, Jiang Hui slumped on the sofa like she had no bones.

The boy seemed to stand up and took a few steps toward her.

A faint ripple spread around her, sometimes dense like drumbeats, each beat striking her heart, and sometimes suddenly lengthening, lingering and rhythmic, neither hurried nor slow.

Under this strange energy fluctuation, Jiang Hui felt much more relieved. The chaotic, thread-like power in his mind seemed to have been reorganized and returned to a relatively stable and harmonious state.

The girl closed her eyes slightly. She didn't know how much time had passed. It seemed like only a moment, yet it also felt like a long night. The energy fluctuation, which was neither sound nor substance, stopped and was immediately drawn back.

When Jiang Hui opened her eyes again, she was fully awake. Yes, awake, unlike the dazed and confused state she had been in before.

She was now fully awake. Recalling the past few stars, she felt like a ghost, and she didn't know how she had been able to talk so fluently with Hillman's father while in that state. She felt extremely impolite.

She turned to the side and looked up at the person next to her. The person had one hand on the back of the chair and was looking down at her.

The two, who usually seemed to have a good relationship, were now inexplicably tense.

Jiang Hui straightened up and pressed her temples: "Thanks, I feel much better now, I'm finally alive."

The person behind remained silent, but Jiang Hui sensed that their aura had also relaxed: "Since you know... will you dare to be so reckless next time?"

Jiang Hui was a little unhappy. She hadn't been reckless at all, and was about to retort when she remembered that it was indeed she who had created the air vortex, pulling them both into the mess. Come to think of it, it was definitely her fault…

"How about you? Are you alright?" Jiang Hui asked, somewhat worried.

"What do you think?" the boy asked calmly. "You're glad I'm the one. And next time, don't experiment on yourself. Don't put yourself in danger unless absolutely necessary—you clearly have many other options."

"I'm leaving." The boy said these words and turned to leave, waving goodbye to her with a flourish, his figure quite dashing.

Before Jiang Hui could react, the people had already left the guest room, and they even closed the wooden door for her without any delay.

Did this person stay specifically to help her regulate her disordered mental energy, or... just to say these words? Perhaps both—

Jiang Hui shook her head, checked again to make sure the door was closed, and then took her clothes to wash up.

She's had enough to do today, so she should get some rest early. There's more to do tomorrow.

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The following day, Jiang Hui woke up according to her normal biological clock and, with the help of the staff, went to the main house's dining room.

Jiang Hui assumed from the staff's words that Huan Xian and the others had arrived early. However, upon arrival, she discovered that besides Hillman's father, Aaron, there was no one else inside.

It was the same restaurant as yesterday, and the same person. The other person had changed their clothes, but looked somewhat tired, probably because they hadn't slept well the night before or had gotten up very early.

The other person greeted Jiang Hui warmly and then gestured for her to sit down next to them.

After what happened yesterday, there was no awkwardness or embarrassment left. Jiang Hui thought about it and realized there was nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, she had recovered in the consciousness space last night and was in good spirits. She didn't show any timidity and naturally sat down next to the elder.

"Good morning, Uncle Aaron." It wasn't that Jiang Hui was trying to get closer to him, but rather that the other party had insisted that they address him that way yesterday, so Jiang Hui just went along with it.

"Good morning, Jiang, you're up early. That kid Al is usually so lazy on holidays, you can never get him up." Aaron laughed, and the faint weariness on his body instantly disappeared as soon as he spoke.

"Jiang Hui, Ah Hui... you don't mind me calling you that, do you?"

Jiang Hui shook her head. As long as there was no malice, it didn't matter how you called her by her name; it was just a form of address. But the father and son were exactly alike. Hillman sometimes liked to call her that too, sometimes "Jiang Tongxue" (Jiang's classmate), sometimes "Jiang Hui Tongxue" (Jiang Hui's classmate), sometimes "Ahui" (Ahui), without any hesitation—a master of natural familiarity. She, on the other hand, couldn't do it. She still couldn't even pronounce Zhou Xiuwen's name naturally.

As the two were talking, someone brought Jiang Hui some fresh food. The Hillman family's breakfast was a typical Western meal, not large in portion, but well-balanced and very appetizing.

The elder immediately and tactfully stopped talking, indicating to the girl to eat first.

Jiang Hui, who had been waiting for the other party to ask questions, was somewhat surprised. She found that Hillman's father was actually quite interesting. To say he was easygoing... he always had an indescribable aura that made people know he was not someone to be trifled with as soon as they got close. But to say he was unapproachable, he was also very kind and easy to talk to.

Furthermore, he always possessed a powerful composure, which influenced those around him like a stabilizing force, making them feel at ease. It was as if no matter how big the problem was, it was nothing to worry about. He did what he was supposed to do, and he never lacked proper etiquette. He was extremely well-mannered.

Jiang Hui thought this was probably what people called a sense of relaxation... Compared to her, she still lacked composure and seemed more nervous than others.

(End of this chapter)