Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 325: Doing Her Best Baili Qing

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Doing Her Best Baili Qing

Well, what can I say, the atmosphere at No. 66 Wutong Road has always been like this—Erin is always making a fuss, Hu Li is always watching the commotion while snacking (whether it’s melon, chicken, buns, noodles, or pancakes), and Yu Sheng often switches between arguing with Erin and joining Hu Li in watching the fun. And now, the lively atmosphere remains, only with the addition of an iron puppet that can be considered Erin’s nemesis.

After a little interaction, Yu Sheng discovered that Luna is almost like Erin’s natural counter—whether it’s lingering resurrection side effects or just her inherent nature, this "Artificial Saintess" is emotionally as stable as Baili Qing’s expression, doing everything with a slow elegance (sometimes genuinely freezing up). Erin’s jumping around in front of her is like punching cotton, resulting in no defense break, no anger, no care, no reaction.

To Erin, this is more painful than death.

"I’m telling you, C-type buckle, today I’m being generous!" The little puppet (Pro) still hadn’t calmed her anger, baring her teeth at Luna from a stack of books near the windowsill, "I’m just out of battery now, wait until I’m fully charged, I’ll jab your kidney!"

Saying this, she rubbed her hands together, conjuring a small electric light ball in her palms as a threat.

Luna just stood not far away watching the scene, then suddenly spoke after a while: "Oh, I remember."

Then she raised her hand, touched her waist and abdomen as if recalling the feeling of being hit by "Erin’s Beam" during the previous battle, and shook her head: "Last time, careless, didn’t dodge."

Erin (Pro): "Next time I’ll shoot again! I’ll let you dodge first!"

Yu Sheng had been watching and laughing for quite a while before stepping forward to comfort the still pouty little puppet: "Alright, alright, don’t be angry, arguing with someone who’s still in recovery isn’t even worth boasting about if you win."

Erin grabbed Yu Sheng’s hand: "You promised me a charging dock, don’t forget! This body charges so slowly..."

"Don’t worry, I remember," Yu Sheng nodded repeatedly, "I’ve already got some ideas, I’ll put together the materials and make it for you."

Erin responded with an "oh," then turned to look at Hu Li watching the fun nearby: "Silly fox! You still owe me a new outfit, don’t forget!"

Hu Li: "Haven’t forgotten! I’m not you..."

Yu Sheng shook his head with a smile, then noticed eyes on him.

He turned around, only to see Luna was looking over.

"What is it?" he asked casually, "Anything unclear?"

Luna shook her head slowly: "No... just, very good."

Yu Sheng scratched his head, Luna’s words are still disjointed, with only a few clear words mixed with vague fragments, sometimes making it hard to understand, wondering when he’ll fully adapt.

But he could vaguely sense she was satisfied with the current situation, and that was enough.

Just then, a sudden phone ringtone interrupted his thoughts.

Yu Sheng quickly pulled out his phone to see the caller was Baili Qing.

He hesitated for a moment, then remembered the scene when he hurriedly left the Special Service Bureau before slapping his forehead: "Oh my! I knew I forgot something!"

He quickly answered the call, hearing the voice on the other end before he could speak: "Found the ’Artificial Saintess’? What’s the situation?"

The tone of the poker-faced director was unexpectedly urgent.

Yu Sheng couldn’t hide his embarrassment even over the phone: "Uh... found her, but things are a bit hectic here, I forgot to tell you."

Baili Qing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, showing no signs of blame: "Glad it’s fine. So what’s the situation? Did the Artificial Saintess wake up and escape the Holy Coffin room?"

"Not exactly an escape... although she did wake up suddenly," Yu Sheng said, glancing subtly at Luna, who seemed to be paying attention to the situation from not far away, "I found her, um, doing farm work."

Baili Qing paused for two or three seconds.

"...Farm work?"

"Yes, and she took over the orphanage’s labor class assignments."

There was silence again on the other end.

Yu Sheng thought Baili Qing was pondering—everyone does this, often lapsing into such reflection when discussing events at No. 66 Wutong Road.

"I see," Baili Qing finally spoke again, though unclear what she understood, "Anyway, as long as everything’s fine on your end."

"Yes, everything’s normal," Yu Sheng coughed lightly, then remembered something, "Ah, since you called, I have something to discuss with the Special Service Bureau."

Baili Qing responded immediately: "Go ahead."

Yu Sheng: "The travel agency has a new registered employee."

Baili Qing: "...?"

"That ’Artificial Saintess,’ her name is Luna," Yu Sheng continued with a forced smile, "I talked to her, and she decided to stay here and work for a while."

There was silence again on the other end of the phone, evidently indicating Baili Qing was once again lost in thought.

Subway, old man, mobile phone, brain, universe, mathematical formula, thinking of tune.avi.

"I... understand," after an even longer pause this time, Baili Qing finally spoke again, "so, you need..."

"To see if you can register her, you know, her situation is a bit special. If I go through the regular process, she definitely won’t get into the system, so it needs special handling," Yu Sheng chuckled awkwardly, not caring if the other side could see his dry smiling expression, "also, I need to get her an ID card."

Actually, Yu Sheng knew that in Luna’s current state, having an ID card probably wouldn’t be useful much, but he still insisted on getting her one, especially since even Erin at home had one of these, and there was an even more important reason...

She is a person.

This time, Baili Qing’s response was noticeably quicker.

"No problem, I’ll personally arrange it," she said almost instantly, "afterward, the staff will come directly to you, keep your phone on."

"Okay, thank you." Yu Sheng sincerely thanked her.

"You’re welcome," Baili Qing replied calmly, "besides, I called you for another matter."

Yu Sheng paused, suddenly getting a bad feeling: "Huh?"

Baili Qing: "You forgot the books."

Yu Sheng’s face twitched instantly.

Perhaps he misheard, but it seemed Baili Qing sighed lightly: "I just simplified them for you, only two manuals need to be seriously read, the most basic deep space navigation regulations and the essential knowledge for using navigation routes or docking facilities in major civilized areas, the rest... I will have the tech staff figure out a way to integrate an auxiliary system on the spaceship for you. No further simplification can be done, the remaining parts of these two manuals require ’manual decision-making.’"

Hearing the other side speak like that, Yu Sheng, of course, understood the situation: "Alright, then... thank you, I surely will read them carefully."

As he spoke, he casually opened a small door beside him—the door opened directly onto Baili Qing’s office desk.

He pushed open the little door and peeked across, just to see Baili Qing bending down too, looking at him face to face—Director Sister sighed noticeably this time, then pushed the two books to the door reluctantly: "You’re getting lazier."

Yu Sheng chuckled, hung up the phone and took the two books from the other side.

Truth be told, after simplification, there really was much less, at least it seemed readable.

In the time it took to make a call, Yu Sheng already returned to the living room sofa with the two books, though the light-hearted mood only lasted a moment. Upon opening the first page, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Erin (Lotus Root) immediately curiously leaned over, climbed onto the coffee table and peered at the two "manuals" spread open, almost the same size as her: "What are these?"

"Transportation manuals," Yu Sheng responded casually, "given by Baili Qing, said you must understand them to fly a spaceship, otherwise no license."

"...You actually need a license?" Erin blinked in surprise, then glanced up and down at Yu Sheng, "Speaking of which, I’ve been wanting to ask, how did you manage to get the ship going? You can really pilot that thing?!"

"What piloting, it’s self-operating," Yu Sheng rolled his eyes, "just like the situation in the valley, that ship is ’assimilated’ with me, controlling it is like controlling my own body, no need to understand the principles to know how to do it."

He briefly explained the situation of the spaceship to Erin, seeing the little puppet sitting on the coffee table looking at the ceiling at a 45° angle, seemingly in deep thought.

After pondering for a full half-minute, Erin suddenly turned back, earnestly scrutinizing Yu Sheng: "Spaceship Man?"

Yu Sheng was just about to turn to the second page, but hearing those three words from Erin broke him: "How the hell did you come up with that?!"

Erin: "Through wit."

"Wit, my foot!" Yu Sheng flicked Erin over with a finger, "Don’t speak unless you have a good phrase!"

Erin rolled on the coffee table, yet she wasn’t angry. In fact, she giggled and climbed up again, then scampered back to Yu Sheng: "Then there’s no point in learning this, it’s for preparing to fly a spaceship, and you don’t even have the ’flying’ process—in space, you should technically be considered a pedestrian..."

"You’re quite perceptive, if only your brain worked that well during actual tasks," Yu Sheng first looked at the little puppet in surprise but then shook his head a bit helplessly, "Unfortunately, that reasoning doesn’t work, these manuals already exclude content related to ’piloting.’ What’s left is the traffic code—even pedestrians need to obey traffic lights, right? You can consider these two books as the universe’s complete traffic light guide.

"And even if we take a step back and say I could indeed be classified as a ’pedestrian,’ I’d still be a mobile pedestrian—look right here on the manual’s second page, ’Immortal’s Sword Flight is considered Type II near-earth/atmosphere transport, co-applicable with small powered flying vehicles under this traffic code,’ indicating that using the ’pedestrian’ definition to avoid duty won’t work. This world is full of all sorts of oddities, what you can think of, the regulators across various forces have already encountered."

Erin blinked, dumbfounded at the rigid and nearly loophole-free set of corresponding navigation regulations and related definitions on the manual, which covered everything from Immortal’s Sword Flight, human-piloted shuttles, prototype flying giant dragons, to autonomously navigating awakened AIs, altogether leaving her (doll/lotus root) feeling rather foolish...