Honkai Impact: Grandma Pine Sparrow is still chasing me!

Chapter 298 You blockhead, you dead gray hair!

"Kiana, I don't want to be poisoned by you! So—"

"Shh-"

Kyō tried to explain, but Kiana, whether out of embarrassment or something else, rushed up to Kyō, covered his mouth with her index finger, and whispered instructions into his ear.

"Don't say too much yet, just cooperate with me."

Kiana gave Qiong a coquettish glare, then smiled and extended her hand to Luo Chenxue.

"Hello, I'm rice cake."

"Um... hello?"

Kiana, being friendly, expressed her goodwill, and Chenxue naturally reached out to accept it. However, Kiana only gave it a light squeeze and then immediately smiled and took Qiong's arm.

"Are you... Bai Shu's girlfriend?"

Based on their intimate behavior, Chenxue could only conclude that they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

"That's right!"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not true!"

Kiana and Sora gave completely opposite responses, which left Chenxue somewhat puzzled.

Is it true, or is it not?

---------------

After the sparrow relayed the signal that Kiana's room light was "off," Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, carefully returned to her own room, and then sat down at her desk.

On the table was a thick notebook with a brown cover, which he used to write his pioneering log.

Actually, Qiong only wrote in her diary on a whim that day, and once the enthusiasm wore off, she didn't want to do it anymore—who writes a diary every day?

To add one more point, Danheng is not human; he is a Vidyadhara.

Unfortunately, Kiana went too far today. After he clearly refused and tried to avoid her, she didn't know what got into her, but even though he said he was full, she still insisted on feeding him that bowl of noodles... Thinking about the crazy Lithost's attacks for no reason, and not wanting to take it out on Pine Sparrow, he had nowhere to vent his frustration...

Therefore, he ultimately chose to turn his repression into motivation, venting his emotions in his informal pioneering log with a quill pen that he had chewed on.

"Today is another day of embarking on a new journey, continuing to explore and understand..."

There are eight key words for blazing a trail: Explore, Understand, Establish, Connect.

Although he considers himself a pioneer, Qiong is well aware that he is currently only engaged in "exploration" and "understanding." As for establishing connections with the new world and linking worlds together... as the first alien to arrive on Mars, he doesn't have a train, nor can he do that.

"With Baiji Songque's help, I officially made contact with Lithost, but he has serious mental problems and will use his shadow to attack the participants of the Ten Arts War at the slightest provocation. According to Luo Chenxue's intelligence, Lithost has been doing this for at least three sessions... If it weren't for that wretched paramecium, if I hadn't eaten the rice cakes she made, I would have gone to Lithost's house this afternoon and wiped him and Donigor out of the blue! He tried to impersonate my girlfriend in front of others but failed, and then tried to force-feed me noodles to poison me tonight... That wretched idiot Na, revenge is a dish best served cold. I'll remember this grudge!"

Having written this far, Qiong let out a long sigh of relief and closed the notebook. This diary entry was now complete, and the darkest day since arriving on Mars should be over—in any case, today's low point for him was behind him.

"What are you writing?"

"What else can I write? A pioneering log, of course..."

Qiong: !

He released the quill and gripped the notebook tightly. Qiong looked back and saw the smiling End Worm only a body length away from him.

Okay, I was careless. Yes, when you're at your lowest point, every step you take seems to lead you upwards.

But what if you dig a tunnel with a shovel in a valley?

"Oh, it's a logbook. Can I take a look?"

"Um... I haven't finished writing it yet, hahaha..."

Qiong scratched his head, cold sweat pouring down his face.

In a few days, once the hype surrounding Kiana's cooking has died down, it won't matter anymore. But now? If Kiana finds out that he cursed her cooking in his diary as if it were poison, then I'll probably have to deal with poisonous food tomorrow—or to put it more bluntly, tonight will be a sleepless night of late-night snacks.

"Kiana, I'm a perfectionist and I don't like showing people 'half-finished' work... How about I show it to you after I've finished writing it?"

"Okay, then I'll wait for your finished product. Now..."

Kiana sat on Sora's bed and patted the person next to her, gesturing for him to sit down. Sora promptly shook his head.

Just kidding, once you go up there, do you think you can come down?

Kiana seemed to have anticipated Sora's reaction; he simply produced... another blanket from somewhere?

"Honey, have you ever heard of Martian fairy tales?"

"Have not heard."

Hearing Kiana mention fairy tales, Qiong felt a little relieved: after all, she probably wanted to talk about her experiences, right?

"I heard that there's a raccoon on Mars who's handsome and gentle. He's incredibly kind to his friends, the cat, the duck, and the butterfly. His other animal friends also like him a lot, but he's completely oblivious to it... He spends all his time with a baseball bat around the first cat to confess his feelings to him, never leaving his side—ah, don't be nervous, I just want to tell you a Martian fairy tale I heard from Teacher Bai."

Qiong isn't stupid; Kiana's actions are way too obvious!

"Are you sure you didn't write this fairy tale?"

"The raccoon resisted the temptations of the evil spider, the bandaged masked duck, the wolf, and the firefly, saw Princess Liuli and the Azure Dragon off, and led his friends to defeat the strange bird siblings who wanted to invade Mars and the little sparrow with a lantern from Venus... In the end, he also accepted his other best friends, and they lived happily ever after! Don't you think this story is interesting?"

Kiana smiled, while Qiong kept a straight face, maintaining an expressionless demeanor.

"Hehe, maybe, but I think raccoons are monogamous animals, so it shouldn't be a scumbag bear, right?"

Qiong shrugged unnaturally. If Kiana were to force him, would he have no choice but to rush out the door?

I don't know why, but I always feel like that door can't be opened... It's like I've experienced something like that before?

Haha, how could that be—absolutely impossible, it's just an illusion, right?

Qiong's thoughts once again turned to the "regret pill".

This is even worse than dealing with "Rice Cake"! At least I could curse the stupid snake without any restraint. Now that I've exposed the stupid snake's true colors, it can only face the highly aggressive End Worm...

"Oh? You really think so?"

Kiana got out of bed, smiled, and walked up to Qiong, reaching out to stroke his face—Qiong's heart leaped into his throat. He wanted to dodge, but couldn't. His legs trembled, and he almost ran away, but at that moment, Qiong found himself unable to stand on his own.

Am I going to be... sigh, why did I say "again"?

A moment later, Kiana released her grip.

"Don't be so nervous, you have a match tomorrow! You don't think I'm going to eat you up, do you? I just want to sleep in the same bed with you... with separate blankets. Haha, your heart is beating pretty fast?"

Seeing Kiana's reaction, Qiong felt somewhat relieved.

Was I judging Kiana by my own petty standards again? Kiana just wanted to sleep with me…

No, this is still...

"You should go back to sleep."

Qiong stood up and tried to use her height to overpower Kiana.

"Kiana, I'm serious, I only see you guys as good friends. Of course I like you—"

"Just like how you like your Uncle Yang, your Teacher Bai, Aunt Ji Zi, and my Auntie?"

Although she didn't understand Kiana's intentions, Sora still agreed.

"That's right, that's how I see you all as good friends."

Kiana's expression turned serious, and her voice became sarcastic again.

"Yes, yes, yes, a good friend will ask you to play dating games together, and a good friend will bake you a sweet chili cake—"

"Sweet pepper cake? What kind of weird food is that?"

Kiana ignored Sora. She knew that Sora's strange thought process was starting to kick in, and responding would steer the conversation off-topic.

"You'd risk your life to save your best friend from the imaginary space..."

But thinking about it carefully, there seem to be a few similar cases regarding "saving the imaginary space"... Therefore, when this part was mentioned, Kiana's voice got softer and softer, and even the mosquito-like sound of Sora could not hear it.

In Qiong's view, he had gained the upper hand, and therefore he had to strike while the iron was hot and persuade Kiana.

"Kiana, we'll be best friends, best brothers, for life. I'm your gray-haired sister, and you're my Kiana sister—"

"Don't call me that!"

Upon hearing the title "Sister Qi," Kiana suddenly yelled at Qiong, startling him.

"Um, cough cough."

Kiana has returned to her gentle and quiet demeanor.

"Let's look at it from another angle. Let me ask you this: what if Bronya found a husband, but it wasn't you... Oh, by the way, let me show you a picture of Bronya."

Kiana's hand trembled, and a photo of a large duck at work appeared out of thin air in her hand. The huge breasts successfully attracted Sora's attention.

Ha, men, you've left Bronya speechless again, haven't you? And then you like to switch between little ducks and big ducks with that quill pen... but why doesn't it work when you're pretending to be a mother?

Thinking about this, Kiana felt even more depressed.

"What if St. Freya held a super lavish wedding, but the main characters were Bronya and another man, and you were just a spectator—"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Qiong firmly rejected Kiana's hypothetical scenario.

"Bronya likes Seele! Just like you like Mei!"

Kiana: ...

Is that the point? She couldn't tell if Qiong was just joking on purpose or if she was genuinely stupid!

Kiana suppressed her temper and continued to persuade her with a smile.

"Hypothetically speaking! Okay, let's change it! What about me? If I got married, and my husband was Mr. Walter—"

"First of all, that's impossible. If Auntie Nat were here, she would have killed you first."

"You blockhead, you dead gray hair!"

Kiana couldn't hold back any longer. She was afraid that if she saw that face again, she would punch him or knock him to the ground and mount him—which wouldn't be in line with her grand plan for a happy ending.

So, she stormed onto the bed, rolled up the blanket she had brought, and took up half the bed, leaving the rest for Qiong.

Kiana?

"I'm sleepy, go to sleep!"

You dead gray-haired bastard, if you're so tough, don't sleep tonight. If I don't make you cum ten or more times in my dreams, I, Kiana Kaslana, will take your surname!