Star Iron: I picked up a secretary at the beginning of March 7th

"As expected of a color-level finisher from the older generation, you were able to find me." The system with Hualin's face stirred the drink in front of it and called to Iori beside it, "Carambola juice, want a sip?"

"Thank you for the treat." Iori sat down opposite the system and took the carambola juice that the system brought over.

"So, what brings you here? Oh, don't say you have nothing better to do than to chat with me. Only that idiot would use such a lame excuse."

"What if I'm really that boring?"

Iori picked up the star fruit juice and took a sip, but then put it down calmly.

"I don't believe it." The system pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and started eating them. Then, it reacted and asked, "Want some?"

"...No, let's talk about business." Iori's face looked a little ugly, and he didn't know if it was the system's own illusion.

"Well, I'll tell you what I'm saying." The system said with a smile, "If you say you went to chat with that guy, I'll believe you, but..."

"What would you do if he died here?"

"Who? That guy? It's hard to kill this guy. Don't be ridiculous."

"..."

The system was still smiling, but when he noticed that Iori was looking at him expressionlessly without saying a word, he restrained himself a little.

"You're kidding, aren't you."

"..."

"What the hell!"

"Alright, I've got the answer from your reaction." Iori stood up and turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned back to the system, "By the way, if you treat me with this carambola juice with who knows how much honey in it next time, I'll consider how to kill you."

(According to Wikipedia, Zi Ma's favorite is carambola, and what she hates is the stimulating sweetness, that is, the kind of sweetness that is too sweet)

So this time, the other party mixes your favorite and hated things together and lets you eat them.

Iori left, leaving the system alone looking at the glass of star fruit juice.

After staring for a while, the system picked it up and took a bite, then...

"Hey, me! How can this guy drink something so sweet?!"

At this time, Hualin's side.

"Beautiful! Beautiful!" Yinzhi applauded heartily. "What a wonderful duel! You all have taught me that I still need to improve and hone my skills to uphold Idrila's reputation... Ah~ What a beautiful lesson!"

"...Are all those who pursue Idlila like this?"

Cangye didn't understand and just complained in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I hope not." Sanyue also chimed in with a complaint, "If I were a pure and beautiful star god, I would definitely disappear on my own initiative after seeing this scene."

"If we were somewhere else, I would definitely have a good chat with you." Hualin put away his weapon, his tone filled with helplessness, "But unfortunately, we have more important things to do right now. So, goodbye."

After saying that, Hualin tilted his head and looked at Ji Zi and the others, signaling them to hurry up and get on their way. Everyone understood, and Liuying said politely, "We don't have much time left. See you again if we're lucky, pure and beautiful knight."

"Go, my dear friends, beautiful ladies! The crown of the audition belongs to you." Yinzhi looked at the departing figures, bowed, touched their shoulders, and offered blessings. "I will watch from here as you bathe in the spotlight, and join the audience in offering their most sincere cheers and applause."

"Pinoconi, there are so many talented people here..." Liuying, who was at the end of the team, heard Yinzhi's blessing and could only smile awkwardly, "I just hope we're not in time yet."

"Congratulations to the Starry Sky Train team for winning the Hot Sand Festival!" After bidding farewell to Yinzhi, the venue's announcement also sounded at the right time. "Let's look forward to their wonderful performance at the Harmonious Music Festival!"

Ignoring the congratulations in his ears, Hualin noticed something strange in front of him, quickly stopped and reached out to stop the people behind him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Ouch!"

Xing Jianhualin, who couldn't see the situation in front, stopped and asked curiously, but March, who was following behind, bumped into him.

"I saw someone in the plan who shouldn't be here."

"?"

"Stay alert and go."

"Congratulations to everyone on becoming the stars of this Harmony Festival. Before entering the Grand Theater..." Hualin said, "On Sunday, the person who shouldn't be there said, 'On behalf of the organizers, I extend my sincere congratulations to you. May you find joy in His light.'"

"Thank you very much, but... why are you here?" Cangye put his right hand behind his back and quietly placed it on the flying knife behind him, "I remember you said..."

"As promised, my sister, I, and Mr. Walter have met with the Dream Master." Facing Cangye's questioning, Sunday remained neither humble nor overbearing. "We had an in-depth discussion with him about the truth surrounding Pinocchio and the Star Core, and we reached a consensus."

"I and the entire Oak family cannot agree to your request."

"As expected." Liuying seemed to have expected this, while Sunday continued, "We agree with the views of all the anonymous guests. Pinocchio needs to change, but not in the way you demand. The Star of the Gala cannot and will never return to a place of chaos, disorder, and the survival of the fittest."

"Chaos and disorder, the strong prey on the weak, huh." Cangye twirled the flying knife in one hand while looking at Rizhou coldly and asked, "You seem so young, yet you've become the head of the family. What's your experience here? It seems that Pinocchio has only become like this in recent years."

"Say what you will, but after all your forays through the ranks, you must have more or less experienced the epitome of that era: the vulnerable were ruthlessly eliminated, equality vanished. Amidst the brutal competition, people lived in precarious conditions, struggling to survive." Sunday looked at the crowd with icy eyes. "In the end, only 'heroes' like you can stand on the stage."

"Then let me ask you, Xing. If you didn't have the special identity bestowed upon you by the star core, and you were just a fragile member of the masses, which Pinocchio would you prefer?" Sunday's eyes grew increasingly pointed, as if he felt that everyone was completely ignoring their perspectives. "A savage land where only the fittest survive, or a dreamland where everyone can be happy?"

"Uh... I won't come here because I can't afford the room rent... Ouch!" Before Xing could finish expressing his opinion, Hualin hit him on the forehead.

"Why are you being led by the nose by the other side?" Hualin complained speechlessly, "Is that the point? Why are we here?"

After saying that, Hualin turned around and asked Zhou Ri directly, "I originally wanted to ask something else, but your appearance here has brought up a more important question. Tell me, what happened when you and Uncle Yang went to see the head of the family?"

"...It's my sister, me and Mr. Walter." Sunday corrected himself, and then chatted with everyone about their respective predicaments and choices, their respective ideals and beliefs, and the only path they should take in the end.

......

"One just left, and here comes another. Am I wanted, or did you find out I won the lottery?" In the alley, the system looked at Ah Ha who suddenly appeared in front of it and complained, "If I'm wanted, please tell me how much my head is worth."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to react like this. Just appearing in front of you is so entertaining, hahaha~"

"Haha, if you go through what I just went through, maybe you'll understand." Shaking its head slightly, the system said helplessly, "Tell me what's going on. If you say you're here for fun, you've already... (urban swear words) Where are you? You ran away before I could even finish speaking?"

No one answered.

Looking up at the sky, it was a pitch-black night.

"Although this is a dream, it's still night here." The system walked out of the alley and muttered to itself, "This is night, it's free time."

......

As a senior in college, I do internships and ward rounds with teachers in the mornings, and attend classes in the afternoons and evenings.

I have to do internships six days a week and attend classes seven days a week. I'm so angry that I laugh.