Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

I didn't dare tell Sambo that I had taken in several refugee children at the Goethe Hotel in the upper class area, including the hungry child I met when I was begging. Forget it, I'd rather not mention this stupid thing.

Of course, apart from using part of the money I swindled back to support the children, the rest was given to Sambo. He said that was a deal between him and me, and that the money was for his accommodation and living expenses.

So, I became what he called the boss.

As my relationship with Sangbo got better and better, Sangbo's way of addressing me changed again and again. In addition to simply calling me Shen Jiaojiao, he also often called me boss, client, dear little ancestor, beautiful lady and so on.

And I also felt that there seemed to be a wall between him and me that was about to break down.

From the time he hated me calling him Uncle Sambo.

Until I went out alone and couldn't find any clues, I gave up temporarily and followed Sambo out and worked with him, calling it cooperation.

He and I killed a lot of virtual soldiers, and worked together with him to cheat the rich people in the upper area of ​​a lot of money to rob the rich and help the poor, get some supplies needed by the lower areas, and do what he often did before to help refugees.

Of course, I will keep some of the money and supplies for myself to support the children I adopted at the Goethe Hotel.

Natasha's clinic is a place he often goes to, but I have never been there. I only looked at it from outside the door. For me, I would not do these manual labors if I could let Sambo do them.

When I took the new blue pistol with unlimited bullets from him, looking at the high-tech weapon in my hand, I vaguely felt that Sambo might not be an ordinary person, and I might be able to use him in my plan to return to Blue Star.

So I told him my own life story.

I knew he didn't want me to go back, so I kept hiding my desire to return to Blue Star from him.

After a long time, he got the jump device from somewhere and gave it to me.

And I knew that my plan to go home could begin.

That night, I sneaked into his room and used my usual disguise to get what I wanted.

Was it a complete disguise? I'm not sure. I felt that I was actually expressing my true feelings.

He excitedly held me in his arms and slept all night, and I could only smile bitterly in my heart. I was surprised to find that I didn't seem to hate his touch.

The next day when I left, I deliberately called him Uncle Sambo. I wanted to cut off the feelings between him and me. We were simply not from the same world and it was impossible for us to be together.

I called him that, and he is so smart that he must understand what I meant.

Let him always think of me as a liar who took advantage of him and ran away, hahahaha, do I like him? No...right?

What matters is not what I think, but what he thinks.

I wanted to say goodbye to him, but I couldn't say goodbye. I was afraid to hear him trying to keep me, and I was afraid that I would stay in a fit of impulsiveness.

So I didn't say goodbye.

What does true or false love matter compared to the huge benefits that can allow me to go home?

If I can see Sambo again in this life, we can talk about the relationship later.

Two and a half years have passed since I returned to Blue Star. Regarding my experiences in these two years, I lied to the police, the school, and Teacher Feng.

Because I had good grades, the school and the Education Bureau made an exception and allowed me to take the college entrance examination that year, and I was successfully admitted to a key university.

I have visited Teacher Feng several times, and I envy her for having a happy family. Whenever I do this, I will think of my journey to another world, the handsome guy with dark blue hair, and how he gently called me "little ancestor".