Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Little March seemed to notice something.

She slowly scanned the people who had just shaken hands with Yan Huan, recalling what they had said.

Start to figure out the connections between them.

Putting Rocky aside for now, isn't Ramina's boss Capote?

In other words, Lamina herself went and reported Capote.

The clerk named Rong Cangzhong seemed to be researching the strange object "Wuwu Bo".

He said he was very happy that his boss, who had been holding back his thesis from being approved, was finally reported.

Could his boss also be Capote?

"..."

March 7th's gaze fell upon Capote.

really.

At this moment, although our young man was also clapping and celebrating, the smile on his face looked much more haggard.

He looks like he's aged a few years.

Full of vicissitudes.

The radiant and heroic figure I saw on March 7th is gone forever.

"What on earth did he go through?"

Just as March was wondering what was going on, she suddenly saw Yan Huan shaking hands with the child.

At this moment, Wen Shiling, wearing a shirt with Yan Huan's portrait printed on it, cheered and jumped for joy.

Seeing Yan Huan approach, she excitedly reached out her hand:

"Young Master Yan Huan, do you still recognize me?"

Upon hearing this address, Yan Huan paused for a moment, then politely extended her hand and shook hands with her.

"I remember, I remember. You have excellent taste. Young Master Bo is indeed a handsome man."

“Uh…” Wen Shiling was stunned when she heard this, then laughed awkwardly a few times.

His face turned red.

In fact, Posh Spears's career has already collapsed after Lamina's revelations.

But Yan Huan was unaware of this at the time.

Because Capote had praised him before, he had a fairly good impression of Capote.

At that moment, I just felt that Wen Shiling was a little strange, nothing more.

"Wait, what's printed on your clothes?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the face on Wen Shiling's clothes looked so familiar.

"It's you, Mr. Yan Huan!"

"Huh???" Yan Huan asked in confusion.

What does this mean? Why are they printing their own faces on it? Is this a new curse ritual?

"This photo won't do. Go to March's place later and get a new one. Her photos are much better."

"it is good!"

Wen Shiling was overjoyed and nodded vigorously.

Standing to the side, March 7th looked speechless.

She felt like she had stumbled into a large cult's proselytizing site, though she had no proof.

These people are really obsessed. It's just a test, but they've turned it into a huge fan meeting.

Yan Huan is the same.

Even though he was already late, he still shook hands with each of the staff members and asked them how they were doing.

Are they really here to proselytize?

The atmosphere around them remained lively, drawing Himeko and Welt from the Starry Sky Train to the observation window, where they silently gazed at the scene below.

"Walter, so Yan Huan is quite popular among these clerks." Himeko smiled with satisfaction.

As she spent time with Yan Huan, she gradually came to understand his character.

Although she may seem carefree, she is actually very perceptive and sensitive.

"Yes, he's always been like this."

Walter, with his arms crossed, also gazed down at the scene below.

"When he was captain, he faced countless enemies. Although his comrades on the ship did not say anything, the high intensity of the battle made everyone very uneasy."

“These are all things I’ve seen when I worked with them before.”

Himeko raised an eyebrow and asked curiously:

"So, Mr. Walter used to be quite powerful."

Walter gave an awkward laugh:

"That was a long time ago. Now, my only companions are the people on the train."

Himeko nodded.

In her eyes, Yan Huan and March 7th were actually the same kind of people.

They hide their inner anxieties and try their best to appear lively, to the point that many people think they are heartless.

But it is often people like this who are more worthy of deep friendship.

Himeko wasn't surprised that the two of them could get along.

On the contrary, I think this is a good thing.

After all, both Walter and I were quite busy on the train, and Danheng didn't like to talk much.

Sometimes Pam couldn't stand March 7's ramblings either.

With Yan Huan's arrival, March finally had a companion.

"Walter, did Yan Huan possess power like this in the past?"

Walter shook his head and said softly:

"No, not at all. In my memory, he was always an ordinary person. At that time, the war was intense, and he was always very melancholy at night because he couldn't be of much help."

“Every time he saw his companions return covered in wounds, he felt incredibly guilty, wishing that he was the one who was injured.”

"He didn't value his own life very much."

"Then, whose life does he value more?" Himeko asked curiously.

"If it were now, March and us would be ahead of him, and he would put himself last."

Himeko was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at Welt and gave him a meaningful smile:

"You know him well enough."

Walter sighed and laughed:

“I remember many people. Some have left us forever, while others have been able to become companions again in another universe. I am truly happy for him that he can be like this now.”

While the two were chatting, the lively chatter below continued unabated.

Yan Huan seems to have changed a lot of things, but then again, she seems not to have.

However, everyone was given a day off today because of him.

Therefore, the staff members were all very happy.

Although Black Tower is also a Commander, she is not as approachable as Yan Huan, and many staff members have never even seen her true form.

Even the puppets rarely spoke to these staff members in normal times.

Usually, they would assign some tasks and then quickly log off.

Unlike Yan Huan, who is willing to insist on visiting and comforting everyone even if she is late, she is different.

Support module.

Platform.

Surrounded by a group of enthusiastic staff members, Yan Huan finally entered the space station.

Despite wearing sunglasses, he was beaming with joy at receiving so much praise from so many people in one day.

The corners of his mouth raised crazily.

But he still pretended to be humble and said:

"Alright everyone, stop praising me."

He put his hands in his pockets, flicked his trench coat, looked up at the sky, and said with a nonchalant air:

"I'm just an ordinary person. If I'm bathed in glory that doesn't belong to me for too long, I'll start to feel dizzy."

"I've always felt," Yan Huan said, her gaze sweeping across the room, "that everyone here is wonderful."

"I feel extremely honored that everyone could come here to support me, Yan."

"I have already felt your enthusiasm, gentlemen. Let's get down to business first."

As he spoke, he waved to March 7th behind him, and the two entered the elevator while being watched by the other staff members.

"Mr. Yan Huan, I'll be cheering for you on screen!"

"See you in the chat later, Huan-ge!"

"Master Yan, your zipper is down. Remember to zip it up."