Chapter 3

Seeing Your Words as if You Were Here.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, the face of the girl who was usually stubborn and serious, the same age as himself but often acted like a big sister, always ready to stand up for him, seemed to appear before his eyes.

Noshia couldn't help but laugh. He sipped the cooling tea provided by the restaurant and, under the envious and resentful gaze of Roswandi, opened the letter and began to read it slowly from the beginning.

The first few paragraphs were indeed as he had expected, filled with questions about why he hadn't contacted her for so long.

A series of strong exclamation marks seemed to leap out of the letter, as if to help the angry girl pound his head.

By the middle of the letter, the girl had finally vented her anger, and her tone softened. The exclamation marks disappeared, and her concern for Noshia's well-being was evident in every word.

For example, she worried if he was being bullied by seniors at headquarters, if the food at the restaurant was enough and to his taste, and if he had grown taller since leaving the East Sea, among other things.

"You really hit the nail on the head..." Noshia scratched his head. He had indeed grown a few centimeters in the past few months, and at this rate, he would probably break two meters by the end of the year.

When he saw Belmer again, she would probably have to stand on tiptoe just to reach his chest. He wondered if she would be scared...

His eyes continued to scan down, and when he reached the last paragraph, the exclamation marks reappeared.

"Everything I wanted to say is above! Hehe, are you already moved to tears, missing me so much?"

"Finally, stupid Noshia! You promised me that we would get married after your 20th birthday. There's less than a year left. Are you ready? When do you plan to come back to the East Sea to marry me?"

Pfft!

Noshia sprayed a mouthful of tea, and unfortunately, Shiro was hit. But he didn't care about the furious look on Shiro's face, holding the letter in shock, his face full of surprise.

Get married after turning 20?

When did I ever say such a thing?

It's true that he and Belmer were close childhood friends, but they had never had a proper romantic relationship. How did they suddenly jump to the marriage stage?

Oh, wait...

A distant memory from deep in his mind was triggered. Noshia suddenly remembered that when they were six or seven, Belmer had fallen from a tree while trying to pick oranges for him, crying in pain.

At the time, to comfort her, he had said all sorts of things, including the promise to marry her at 20.

Sigh—

Noshia took a deep breath.

Come on, do childhood promises like that really count? He had said many things under the orange tree, but why did she remember only this one?

Noshia rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He had always believed that marriage should be at least after 25, which was still far away for him as a teenager.

Moreover, he had just activated the Love Cell Cultivation System, hoping it would help him break through his current physical limits and achieve his dream of becoming a top Marine.

If he were to become a married man so easily, what kind of love and conquest could he talk about...

"Wait a minute..."

Noshia suddenly remembered something, his expression changing. If Belmer had already laid everything out, what was their current relationship? Did it meet the system's criteria for a romantic relationship?

He subconsciously opened the attribute panel and scanned the information bar in the upper right corner. Sure enough, in the previously blank space, he saw the following message.

"Belmer has completed the initial stage of the quest, and an ambiguous relationship has been established."

"Player receives the first tier reward: 4000 points."

"Romantic relationship not yet established. Please continue to work hard and complete the final stage of the quest to receive the second tier reward."

There really is a reward?

Seeing his points balance now at 5501, Noshia was both surprised and delighted, feeling like he had suddenly become a millionaire after a demolition.

Of course, this amount of points wasn't enough to make him a millionaire, but it was enough to buy the two cheap random items of the week and still have points left to exchange for basic attribute points, avoiding the previous dilemma.

"Just an ambiguous relationship..."

Noshia clutched the letter, deep in thought. He estimated that establishing a formal romantic relationship with Belmer wouldn't be difficult, given their strong emotional foundation. A phone call to clear things up would naturally lead to a smooth relationship.

But he couldn't do that. For the next period, Noshia had decided to only reply by letter and avoid using the Den Den Mushi to contact Belmer, to avoid getting entangled in the topic of marriage.

Emotions are something that need to be treated with great caution.

Whether in his past life or this one, Noshia had always considered himself a principled and upright person, even if others thought him inflexible.

Before he had thought through the matter of marriage, to establish a romantic relationship just to get system points would be the behavior of a scumbag, and he couldn't do that.

In any case, let's not think too far ahead. First, let's make good use of the points I've earned!

Thinking about what he could exchange from the system, Noshia couldn't contain his excitement.

Intermediate paper art, attribute points, here I come!

He put away the letter, finished the last bit of his meal, and, feeling satisfied, burped and said goodbye to his two friends, heading back to the training ground with enthusiasm.

Today's training tasks were already completed, but Noshia's reputation as a training fanatic was well-known in the elite camp. Roswandi and Shiro were already used to it.

However, today's situation was a bit special. The two looked at Rosi's retreating back with strange expressions and then turned to each other, exchanging a glance.

"Did you notice, Shiro?"

"Yeah, that guy seems unusually motivated today..."

The reason was obvious, clearly related to the pink letter brought by Admiral Garp.

"It would be great if I had a beloved girl to care for me. I wouldn't mind extra training, even if it meant dying on the training ground at midnight!"

"Um..." Shiro, unusually, didn't mock or ridicule.

In the early summer night of the Sea Calendar 1501, the air in the corner of the restaurant was filled with a sour atmosphere.