The temple gates squeaked in the night wind. Pi Yanlin half-leaned against the faded red wall, a flake of peeling stucco stuck to the sole of his shoe.
He had originally just wanted to borrow a shady spot for a quick rest, but the System prompt had barely exploded in his mind when his eyelids twitched. "Host detected at a critical causal node; lying flat check-in time extended by two quarters."
"Well, when in Rome," he muttered, shoving the straw mat further under his bottom. The folks at Xuan'an Bureau were long used to him slacking off, and it wasn't the first time Gu Qinghuan had caught him idling.
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