I Am a Salted Fish in the Interstellar Era - Chapter 11

When Shi Yu woke up, she felt pain all over her body, as if she had been thrown under a tractor and repeatedly run over, flattened to the extreme, then inflated back up with an air pump.

She furrowed her brows and opened her eyes, suddenly facing an enlarged face.

Perhaps it was the aftermath of the injection from the Little Beauty that left Shi Yu wary. Seeing the needle gleam with a cold light, she hugged her arms and skeptically asked, “Aren’t you a volunteer? Do you know how to give injections?”

The young man wasn’t upset by her questioning and showed her a certificate from his smart brain-computer interface, right in her face.

Well, it was a certificate for a senior physician’s practice.

Shi Yu obediently extended her hand towards the young man and looked away. A slight sting entered her nerves, and she reached with her other hand to touch the back of her neck, thinking to herself that this young doctor was much gentler than the Little Beauty.

“All done, lie down,” the young man said after putting away the syringe and fiddling with his smart brain-computer interface to make a record.

Seeing the young doctor leave, Shi Yu obediently lay flat.

Just then, her brain-computer interface popped up an email from Dr. Shi.

The red triangle exclamation mark at the bottom right of the brain-computer interface was gone. Shi Yu opened the email, which was sent yesterday morning, roughly around the time she was piloting the mecha.

Curious, Shi Yu clicked on the email and found it contained only a short message.

“Little rascal, it seems you’ve obtained the War God and activated the genetic lock within you. Remember, don’t let anyone know you’re the pilot of the War God, don’t trust anyone, and especially don’t go to the capital star.”

Reading this, Shi Yu felt an odd sensation as if she were reading a typical overpowered protagonist novel.

Sending an email specifically but not explaining things clearly, telling her not to do this and that, clearly seemed like wanting her to do exactly those things.

Shi Yu touched her chin, thinking about replying through the terminal number, but after exiting the email, it disappeared from her mailbox without a trace or warning.

Shi Yu felt like she might have accidentally stepped into a protagonist’s fate, her eyes brightened for a second before calming down again.

Forget it, she decided to just be a salted fish.

Shi Yu continued to lie flat, but then her brain-computer interface received another message.

The sender was a string of asterisks. Opening the email, Shi Yu raised an eyebrow at its content.

“Keep the mecha safe.”

The brief four words, abrupt and to the point, perfectly matched someone’s personality.

Shi Yu looked at the time the email was received, just a few minutes after the previous one.

It seemed both emails were delayed due to earlier signal issues with her brain-computer interface, only now received.

Shi Yu was about to reply to the Little Beauty to ask for clarification on the mecha situation, but this email disappeared after she exited it as well.

Was this coordinated between two people?

Shi Yu had no choice but to exit her mailbox, noticing her space bag next to her and hearing her stomach growl. She immediately picked up the space bag, took out a small pudding, and happily started munching away.

“What are you eating?” The sudden voice made Shi Yu pause her action, and only then did she notice someone lying on the next hospital bed.

It was another young man, about sixteen or seventeen, with his hand wrapped in bandages and fixed with a brace.

Unlike the young man with a baby face she met earlier, this one looked more stern and mature. Shi Yu felt he looked somewhat familiar but couldn’t remember where she had seen him. While continuing to eat her pudding, she replied, “I’m eating pudding.”

With no intention of sharing.

The young man seemed a bit embarrassed to keep staring at her pudding and looked away, but his stomach rudely growled.

Shi Yu raised an eyebrow, hungry?

Still no intention to share.

The young man was a bit shy, touching his stomach with his uninjured hand, hesitating for a while before saying, “Shi Yu, could you share one of your puddings with me? I can pay.”

Hearing her name accurately called out, Shi Yu raised an eyebrow: “You know me?”

The young man was even more surprised: “You don’t know me? I’m Lu Dongyan.”

Lu Dongyan? Shi Yu carefully recalled information related to that name and realized she indeed knew him.

If Shi Yu and Gu Qianqian were considered the two big nuisances of Volker Middle School, then Lu Dongyan was the pride of Volker Middle School.

Upon his enrollment, it was found that both his physical and mental abilities were of SSS grade. He immediately received invitations from several federal military academies, offering him a chance to transfer to their affiliated middle schools and directly advance to their colleges after middle school graduation.

For some reason, Lu Dongyan declined the invitations from these military academies and chose to honestly continue his studies at Volker Middle School, securing the top spot in every exam.

Coincidentally, the two big nuisances and the big pride were in the same class.

Thinking this over, Shi Yu took out a small pudding and opened her brain-computer interface’s payment page, then pushed the virtual screen towards him: “One hundred federal coins, thank you for your patronage.”

Lu Dongyan: “…”

He was well aware of the price of this pudding from the Sweet Berry Group; Shi Yu was charging him ten times the price, a clear case of extortion.

Seeing his expression, Shi Yu immediately took out a nutrient solution: “You can have a nutrient solution as well, ten federal coins each, a bargain.”

Lu Dongyan: “…”

This was the most common nutrient solution, available from roadside vending machines for one federal coin each.

Lu Dongyan tried to see if Shi Yu would show any reaction, but she was focused on eating her pudding, seemingly oblivious to his gaze. He reluctantly accepted the nutrient solution, handing Shi Yu ten federal coins.