Chen Long's attitude had undergone a marked change; he had become extremely vigilant, and his attack frequency had dropped by more than half. If I were truly laughing, it would be normal for him to have such an alert reaction. Not just limited to me, anyone in the middle of a fierce battle who suddenly sees their opponent start to smile would likely suspect something fishy.
"Am I laughing?" I asked in response.
And perhaps influenced by Chen Long's words, I detected an elusive hint of amusement in my own voice.
However, I was indeed in a very good mood.
"...Zhuang Cheng, what are you thinking about?"
In my perception, far away, the girl Lu Chan standing in the control room seemed somewhat bewildered as she said, "I suddenly find it hard to synchronize with your spirit. Your thoughts are drifting away from me, and I can't read what you're thinking..."