Chapter 158: Cool Question?

Hua stepped forward two paces, curiously looking at the flashy sunglasses.

"Alleviate?"

She repeated the word, a clear doubt appearing on her cool face, "It sounds... a bit odd. Could it be some kind of interference?"

After experiencing being "captured" and forced to ingest a new worldview in Le Tu, she kept instinctive vigilance toward anything of unknown origin.

Kevin was silent for a moment, his ice‑blue eyes fixed on the slightly distorted reflection of his own face in the sunglasses.

He actually had a similar doubt, but…

"That 'Heimu',"

He spoke slowly, his voice low, "If she truly intends to take direct adverse action against us, given the methods she has shown, there is no need to use such roundabout means."

His tone paused, as if weighing.

Logically it makes sense.

But Hua felt something was off.

While she was pondering, Kevin seemed to make a decision.

He brought the sunglasses a little closer, his gaze focusing on the deep lenses.

Unsure if it was an illusion, Hua felt Kevin's ice‑frozen profile momentarily… loosened?

As if drawn by the faint light flowing across the lenses, a slight impulse of "might as well try" arose.

Then, under Hua's gaze, Kevin put on the Starry Sky Pentagram Sunglasses.

In an instant, a subtle change occurred.

The icy combat suit paired with the flamboyant beach sunglasses created a striking contrast.

But what truly stunned Hua were Kevin's subsequent actions and words.

He turned to Hua, adjusted the sunglasses so the star's edge rested just below her silver hair on the forehead, then, in his flat tone, asked:

"How about it?"

"Isn't it very cool~?"

Hua: "…?"

She almost thought she had misheard.

cool~?

That wavy, leisurely, slightly playful trailing tone—was it spoken by Kevin Kaslana, the strongest warrior, the first seat of Pursuing Fire Thirteen Yingjie, bearing the name Salvation, forever bound with the heavy words "stern" and "responsibility"—Kevin himself?

It must have been a mishearing.

Hua steadied herself, forcing herself to ignore that, and focused on the assessment.

She examined Kevin wearing the sunglasses closely.

Not to mention, setting aside the strong sense of discord, the sunglasses truly… softened the icy aura around him that warned others to stay away.

The lenses masked part of the sharp glint in his eyes, making him appear less warrior‑like and a bit more relaxed.

"... a kind of,"

Hua chose her words, "a relaxed feeling. Not as oppressive as usual," she said honestly.

Kevin heard this and gave a slight nod.

He crossed his arms, his stance a touch more casual than usual.

Then, as if recalling something, he faced Hua with the part of his face partially hidden by the sunglasses and said:

"Do you know what fish and blue have in common?"

Hua: "…?"

She was stunned.

Kevin didn't wait for her answer, and in his calm, unruffled tone gave the answer:

"Because fish 'bulu bulu' spit bubbles. (Pun on 'BlueBlue')"

"…"

Silence.

The already low temperature in the corridor seemed to drop a few more degrees.

Hua felt the corner of her mouth twitch uncontrollably.

(It can be confirmed.)

She thought silently to herself, (This is definitely the sunglasses' doing.)

The already slightly cold atmosphere due to his own temperament was mixed by this joke, shattering the ice layer outright.

Kevin also seemed to notice the atmosphere's solidification.

He was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Not funny?"

Hua looked at his half‑covered, still expressionless face and didn't know how to answer.

Saying "funny" would betray her principle of honesty.

Saying "not funny" might hurt... uh, hurt the Kevin affected by the sunglasses?

She finally chose a balanced, concerned reply: "Kevin, are you... okay? Is there something about these sunglasses..."

After a pause, "... a special relaxing effect?"

Kevin also seemed to realize the oddity of his recent words and actions.

He raised his hand and gently removed the sunglasses.

His ice‑blue eyes reappeared.

"I'm fine."

He lowered his head, looking at the sunglasses in his hand, his voice returning to its usual calm, with a hint of helplessness, "It's just that after putting it on… some things don't need to be so tense. My thoughts also became more relaxed."

They held the sunglasses in their hand, showing no intention of putting them back on.

The atmosphere seemed to return to normal as the sunglasses were taken off, yet a trace of the just‑experienced awkward stiffness lingered.

A few seconds later, Kevin suddenly spoke again, his tone serious as he asked, "Was that joke just now really not funny?"

Hua: "……"

They felt the corner of their mouth beginning to twitch again.

To avoid the topic, they strained to use a Calm tone to suggest, "Perhaps… Su would like this kind of humor that requires a bit of thought?"

Kevin, hearing that, seemed to truly consider the possibility, then nodded, "I see."

They put the sunglasses away and said, "I'll consider it."

Hua silently breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said goodbye, "I'll head back to my room to rest now."

They needed a little time to digest.

"Mm." Kevin nodded.

Hua walked along the simply styled corridor toward their room, and when passing the central hall, a burst of sound that clashed with the style in their Memory suddenly erupted.

Dynamic, strongly rhythmic, energetic music roared from the leisure bar area on one side of the hall.

Accompanying it were ever‑changing, flashing, multicolored lights that illuminated the area like a bustling dance floor.

Hua's steps halted, and they looked over with puzzlement.

In the center of that dazzling play of light, a pink figure was dancing wildly to the beat.

The figure was agile and joyous, each movement brimming with unabashed youthful vigor and charisma—it was Ailixiya.

But unlike her usual elegant yet playful dance, this Ailixiya's movements were broader, the tempo faster, her smile brighter and dazzling, as if she were releasing all her passion at once, creating a visibly pink vortex of vitality.

And on a sofa at the edge of the dance floor, Yidian was sitting there.

The golden vocalist who had always been poised, elegant, and of extraordinary taste now held a glass of wine, her flawless face bearing a subtly helpless expression.

They seemed to have tried to intervene, but evidently did not succeed.

Hua, full of curiosity, walked over.

"Yidian, what is this…?"

Yidian, seeing Hua, seemed to have found someone to confide in.

They let out a gentle sigh, pointed at Ailixiya dancing heedlessly in the dance floor, and their voice had to rise a bit over the music to be heard clearly: "As you can see, AiLi… has found a new toy."