On the Ark.

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As you can see, this is the story of a true swordsman with garbled physical strength values ​​who cuts down all enemies on his way home.

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P.S.: There have been too many Arknights books lately, and people might be getting a little tired of them. This is the last one I'll recommend; I won't be recommending any more after this.

Chapter 106 When will you become a swordsman?

Shortly after Saria left, Lin Ye finished assembling the last piece of furniture and then went home.

While he worked, the White-faced Owl watched from the side, occasionally offering him advice. However, whenever Lin Ye asked the White-faced Owl for a hand, it would quickly enter a "hibernation" state, leaving Lin Ye feeling quite helpless. In the end, the White-faced Owl took a nap, said a dozen or so words, and then left work with Lin Ye.

While waiting for the elevator, Lin Ye asked White Owl, "Will you tell Himer or Ifrit when Saria comes back?"

The white-faced owl shook its head: "The white-faced owl wouldn't do that."

"why?"

“White Owl thinks this is pointless,” White Owl said. “Dr. Himer won’t pay attention to Ms. Seria’s information, nor will he allow Ifrit to see Ms. Seria.”

"Is that so?" Lin Ye thought for a moment and asked, "You, Saria, and Himer have known each other for a long time, haven't you?"

The white-faced owl didn't hide anything: "We all come from Rhine Lab."

"So what exactly happened before, between Saria, Himer and Ifrit, can you tell me?"

"Sorry, you do not have permission to view this event," the White Owl refused in a rather cold, mechanical voice.

"Ok."

Lin Ye had expected that the White Owl wouldn't tell him, and he wasn't disappointed. However, at this moment, he was thinking about whether or not to tell Ifrit what Saria had asked him to say. He felt that it was rather embarrassing to talk about protecting someone, and he didn't know how to bring it up. He couldn't very well say, "Ifrit, your mother asked me to pass on a message to you," could he?

If that's the case, there's a high chance he'll be roasted alive by the little dragon. So, for safety's sake, let's talk about it later. Compared to the little dragon, there's an even more powerful demon waiting for him now.

After dinner, Lin Ye packed a bunch of desserts from the cafeteria and ran to the sanatorium.

This time, Hibiscus let him in because Nightingale had already woken up.

“Liz woke up this afternoon,” Fleur told Lin Ye. “Sister Flash was still there then. She checked on her and found that apart from being a little weak, she was fine. But just to be safe, you'd better not stay with Liz for too long. What if she accidentally falls asleep and you use your powers on her…”

Lin Ye understood Fu Rong's concerns, so he nodded and said, "I understand. I would never hurt Liz at a time like this."

Hibiscus smiled and said, "Then you can go in. Liz must have been waiting for you for a long time."

Lin Ye then entered Nightingale's room.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn and the lights off. Only a person could be barely seen lying on the bed, the blankets bulging. Lin Ye assumed Nightingale was asleep, so he tentatively called her name: "Liz?"

Upon hearing Lin Ye's voice, the bulging blankets stirred, and soon Nightingale's head peeked out from under the covers, followed by a groggy voice: "Pineapple bun?"

"Hmm, are you sleeping?" Lin Ye said. "Then I'll come see you tomorrow."

"No, I'm not going to sleep." Nightingale sat up in bed, the blankets slipping off her body to reveal her smooth shoulders. "I'm so hungry."

Lin Ye looked away: "I brought some food, but you should put your clothes on first."

"I wasn't wearing any clothes."

"No, you're wearing it, you just didn't button it up." Lin Ye sighed. "Hurry up."

"Oh," Nightingale mumbled in response, followed by a rustling sound, and then she answered, "All done."

Lin Ye then turned on the light. Under the light, Nightingale sat languidly, looking as if she hadn't woken up properly. Having been in darkness for a long time, the light made her eyes slightly narrowed, further emphasizing her languid posture.

“So bright…” the nightingale said.

"Let me wake you up, you've been sleeping for so long." Lin Ye walked towards Nightingale. "There are no pineapple buns for sale tonight, only other desserts. Do you want some?"

The nightingale nodded.

When Lin Ye got to Nightingale's side, he realized that Nightingale's clothes were still buttoned up wrong, revealing large areas of skin.

With no other option, Lin Ye could only pick up the blanket and drape it over her.

"Don't get it on the bed." Lin Ye sat down next to Nightingale and handed her the dessert.

Nightingale accepted the dessert, nodded, and began to nibble on it in small bites.

"How is it?" Lin Ye asked.

Nightingale mumbled, "It's not as good as a pineapple bun."

"...I completely don't understand why you're so addicted to pineapple buns," Lin Ye said. "I think the taste is just so-so."

"It's delicious." Nightingale tilted her head. "Then what kind of pineapple bun do you like?"

"Can't you even remember my name?" Lin Ye sighed. "I like cilantro."

"What is that?" Nightingale had zero memory of vegetables.

Lin Ye said without changing his expression, "A sweet oriental delicacy."

"I want to eat it too."

"Okay, I'll let you eat your fill next time."

Nightingale felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. After thinking about it, she gave up.

Lin Ye watched Nightingale slowly eat her cake, remained silent for a long time, and finally asked, "What do you think?"

“I don’t think it tastes as good as a pineapple bun,” Nightingale replied.

"Who asked you that... I was asking how you feel about your health?"

Nightingale pondered for a moment and said, "Hibiscus said I've lost a pound."

Lin Ye sighed, wondering how to communicate with this adorable but clueless devil, when Nightingale spoke again: "What does Pineapple Bun want to ask? The current me, or the past me?"

Lin Ye looked at Nightingale with some surprise and asked, "Did Shining tell you everything?"

The nightingale nodded.

What did she say to you?

“She said a lot,” Nightingale said softly. “She said there was a girl named Liz trapped in my mind. But I don’t understand. I am Liz, I can’t remember anything from before, I only remember this name, but is this name someone else’s?”

“No, of course not.” Lin Ye shook his head. “That Liz… is actually you, your past, your lost memories.”

“That’s what Sister Shining said too,” Nightingale said. “So, I want to see her.”

"To see her?"

“Yes.” Nightingale nodded. “If that was me in the past, I would want to find her.”

Lin Ye looked at the nightingale and said softly, "But it's not that easy, and even if we find it, it might not be a pleasant thing. Forgetting bad memories of the past isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"Is that what the pineapple bun was thinking? That's strange."

What's strange about it?

"It's just strange."

Nightingale said somewhat stubbornly.

"Alright, alright," Lin Ye conceded. "It's strange, but you should eat something quickly."

Hearing Lin Ye say that, Nightingale put down the dessert: "I don't want to eat it anymore."

"Why don't you want to eat anymore?"

"I want to go out and have fun."

"Where else can we go at a time like this?" Lin Ye said. "It's all night."

Where are we going to take the pineapple bun later?

Lin Ye thought for a moment, then answered truthfully, "I'm going to practice my sword."

"Is Pineapple Bun still practicing swordsmanship?"

"Yes."

Nightingale tilted her head and asked, "When will you become a swordsman?"

Lin Ye looked into Nightingale's eyes. Although he knew Nightingale wanted to talk about swordsmen, he still said, word by word, "I will not become a swordsman. I will never become a swordsman in this lifetime."

Nightingale responded with an "Oh," and said, "How lame."

Lin Ye rolled his eyes, feeling that Nightingale had reverted to her previous cunning self, which meant she was probably almost recovered. He then got up to leave: "Finished eating? Go to bed early if you're done. I'm leaving."

"No, I want to watch you practice your sword." Nightingale was still a little stubborn and grabbed Lin Ye's hand directly.

Lin Ye, of course, could not agree to that.

Firstly, it's naturally for the sake of the nightingale's health; secondly, and most importantly...

He didn't want Nightingale to see him getting beaten up in various ways.

Just like playing basketball, people who like to play in front of female classmates are usually quite skilled. A complete beginner wouldn't dare play in front of girls, showing off how they get blocked, stolen from, and completely outplayed.

So he firmly refused Nightingale: "No."

Chapter 107 The Reason for Liking Pineapple Buns

"You're taking Liz out?" Shining, who had just returned to the sanatorium, looked at Lin Ye with some surprise. "Where are you going so late?"

Lin Ye scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "She insisted on watching me practice swordsmanship."

"Really? So you practice your sword every night?" Shining nodded. "That's good."

"...What do you mean 'it's great'? Go and persuade Liz for me."

"Why try to persuade her?" Shining shook her head. "If it's something Liz wants to do, just let her do it."

Lin Ye was speechless.

Lin Ye initially refused Nightingale's request, and his refusal was quite firm. However, this firmness only lasted for less than ten minutes before he broke down under Nightingale's repeated requests. There was no way around it; Lin Ye had never had any experience refusing girls, simply put, he was shy due to his limited social interaction.

So Lin Ye was always worried that a girl might confess her feelings to him, and because of his pride, he wouldn't be able to say no even if he didn't like the girl. This problem troubled Lin Ye for quite a long time during his student days. He thought of countless ways to reject girls without hurting their feelings.

However, none of these methods were used, because Lin Ye had lived for twenty years and not a single girl had ever confessed her feelings to him.

Ah, this way, those troublesome things won't happen anymore. Thinking about it makes me quite happy.