The awns of wheat on the straw stack made the back of Pi Yanlin's neck itch, but he was too lazy to move.
He closed his eyes and listened to the system prompt ringing deep within his sea of consciousness, its tail end clinging to his nerves like wet, soggy cotton batting—"Strong emotional fluctuations detected. Activate 'Lazy Echo Enhanced Edition'?"
"Confirm," he replied in his mind, and his breathing immediately deepened by thirty percent.
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