Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Black Tower looked up, raised an eyebrow, and his pale purple eyes showed great confusion:

Are you sure there's a 31st in February?

Yan Huan placed her hands on her knees shyly and smiled bashfully: "I forgot, oh dear."

Black Tower was speechless: "..."

After randomly filling in a number, the question was then asked:

"gender."

"Can't you really tell?" Yan Huan frowned.

Heita nodded. "Male, right? Okay."

Just as she was about to continue writing, Yan Huan interrupted:

How can you assume my gender?

Black Tower: “…”

Black Tower remained silent for a moment, then quickly filled in "female" in the gender column.

Yan Huan stared blankly at the small words she had written on the screen, then looked up and met Hei Ta's gaze.

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"How could I presume your gender? What if you're a woman?" Black Tower said dismissively.

"Alright, continue. If you interrupt again, I'll just write whatever I feel like."

Yan Huan: "..."

Yan Huan then became much more obedient, and finally completed the filling in of her identity information through a question-and-answer session.

The word "female" in the gender column was particularly jarring to him.

"Can't you change it?"

Black Tower frowned:

"It can't be changed; it's already been entered into the system."

Yan Huan: "..."

"Alright, Ms. Yan Huan, extend your hand to press your fingerprint, then take a photo of your face, and that'll be the end of it," Black Tower urged.

Yan Huan sniffed, but still obediently did as she was told.

They were afraid that Black Tower would simply abandon the project and leave, then upload an ugly photo that didn't even look like a human.

From then on, Yan Huan's photos at the Interstellar Peace Company no longer showed him as belonging to the same race as he actually was.

After a series of operations, Yan Huan's identity was finally successfully entered into the Interstellar Peace Company's system.

"Alright, you can leave now." Heita tidied up the documents and impatiently shooed people away from his chair.

Yan Huan was taken aback:

"Is this all? Didn't you say you were going to examine me for mental illness?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes gradually became excited: "So, you also think that I'm perfectly fine, right?"

Black Tower shook his head, speechless.

"No need to look anymore, it's hopeless. I don't have the patience to talk to you anymore. Remember to come test the simulated universe tomorrow morning. I'll give March some things later, consider it your miracle cure."

"What should I give her?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

……

Observation carriage.

Walter, Danheng, Himeko, Pam, and March 7th were all standing here at this moment.

They all stared intently at Yan Huan, who was squatting on the sofa, with serious expressions.

March 7th's eyes shone brightly: "Look, isn't this pretty good? It suits you perfectly."

Dan Heng crossed his arms, expressing his approval: "Indeed, I didn't expect Miss Black Tower to be so skilled."

Himeko nodded slightly, maintaining her smile: "I never thought it could be done this way. It's low-cost and can solve the problem at crucial moments. This solution is very valuable."

Walter adjusted his glasses, indicating his agreement: "Yes, I think that makes perfect sense."

Pam, who was standing to the side, was also jumping up and down excitedly: "Passenger Yan Huan, we are very satisfied now, what do you think, Pam?"

At this moment, Yan Huan's face was filled with utter despair.

Looking at the faces of these five people—no, four people and an unidentified creature—he was very dissatisfied.

He felt insulted.

Whether in terms of spirit or personality.

“Rip!!”

He ripped the tape off his mouth, his eyes wide with disbelief:

"What kind of treatment is this? You think sealing my mouth will solve the problem? I protest! I protest!"

March 7th, hands on hips, frowning: "Protest denied!"

Pam raises her hairy hands:

"Sorry, but we all agree to this, five to one!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and then entrusted the crucial task of silencing Yan Huan at the critical moment to March 7.

Himeko patted March 7 on the shoulder and encouraged her, "March, this roll of tape is yours from now on."

In March, she straightened her back and gave a solemn salute: "I guarantee to complete the task assigned by Sister Himeko, resolutely stop Yan's various abnormal behaviors and remarks, and safeguard the reputation and safety of the train!"

Yan Huan stared blankly at this scene, and then, enthusiastic applause rang out throughout the observation car.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap—!!"

Among them, the drumming on the seventh day of the third month is the most energetic.

As she clapped, she turned to Yan Huan and said, "See? There's another torture device."

Yan Huan: "..."

March 7th excitedly exclaimed:

"What's wrong? Are you too excited to speak?"

Yan Huan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't react, March 7 blinked, picked up Yan Huan's pack of "Furongwang" cigarettes from the table, took one out, and handed it to Yan Huan.

"Come on, don't look so glum, have a smoke, come on!"

On March 7th, she imitated the actions Yan Huan had once performed.

Have fun.

His lips were always turned up, radiating a strong smile.

Her light blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

This caused Yan Huan great psychological harm.

He quickly raised his hand to block the "Furongwang" cigarette, and said in a deep voice:

"Third sister, how could you use my moves? That's so unoriginal."

On March 7th, a slight smile curved his lips as he once again offered the "Furongwang" cigarette.

"Learn from the barbarians to subdue them. What's wrong, Brother Huan? Weren't you happy to offer cigarettes to others?"

Yan Huan quickly covered herself with her hand:

"No one in this world will ever truly understand what I'm going through; you haven't grasped the essence of my teachings."

March 7th tilted its head:

"What's the essence?"

"I only offer it to non-smokers."

Yan Huan took the "Furongwang" cigarette, took out a lighter from her pocket, lit it, and put it in her mouth.

Take a deep breath.

"Hiss~ Hoo!" He first showed a look of pleasure, then, "Cough cough cough cough..."

An uncontrollable cough.

"Why don't you know how to smoke? I've never seen you smoke this pack of Furongwang cigarettes yourself, except when you're handing it to someone else." March 7th looked disgusted and immediately took several meters back.

I was afraid of being coughed on by this person.

Wow, that's really going downhill.

Chapter 20 Large-scale Yan Huan Fan Meeting

early morning.

As usual, Yan Huan lay on the bed in a "wood" position, waiting for the King of Hell to knock on the door.

"Thump thump thump thump thump—!!"

Outside the door, shouts of "March 7th!" could be heard.

"Get up and eat breakfast, we still need to go to the space station to test the simulated universe later!"

very nice.

Since I got on the bus, I don't even need to set an alarm clock anymore.

"Whoosh—!!" Seeing that there was still no movement in the room, March 7th simply pulled the door shut.

She came in.