Xingtie: Starting from the Cloud Five period

"Dear residents of Belloberg, and friends from beyond the world!"

"Today, we gather here to celebrate a festival - Pioneer Festival!"

“Here, we would like to thank everyone who has fought for Beloberg, who has worked hard to live until now, and finally ushered in the dawn of their own!”

On the stage, the two hosts spoke in passionate tones.

The audiences in the audience all had relaxed smiles on their faces and cheered for the host's words.

"You don't want to be a host?"

San Yueqi clapped and asked Jiang Yuan next to him.

Yes, a week is neither long nor short, and the pioneering festival has officially begun amidst the fun.

The first two days have passed, and today is the time for everyone to perform on stage.

"I didn't go on stage, but I wrote the lines."

Jiang Yuan replied "March 7th" with a smile, waving the flashing glow stick in his hand.

"You are really well prepared. This isn't a concert." Sanyueqi complained, and stretched out his hand to Jiang Yuan, "Give me one too."

Jiang Yuan simply took out a bunch of glow sticks and gave one to each of his friends around him.

The two hosts are still going through the process.

"Ahem, next, the first performance of this show will be brought by me, the famous Arawaki Ghost King, and the little iron-breaking Jingua Paimon beside me--"

One of the show's hosts, Ikto with his colorful horns, did not draw any strange looks from the audience.

"stop!"

The other host, Paimon, who only changed his hairstyle and the little crown but not the color of his hair, spoke up in time to stop Yidou from speaking.

“That’s not the process!”

She pulled out some papers and looked through them.

"Our performance is not here, the first one is..."

"Haha!" Yidou shook his head. "You don't understand this. We are the hosts now. What does host mean? We arrange the whole process!"

“…I’ve never heard of this.”

The two of them are really not competent hosts.

But their unprofessional attitude is not a big deal in this already free-style festival.

The audience found it quite funny and laughed in a good-natured way.

"Is this also the script you wrote?" San Yueqi confirmed with Jiang Yuan, "How about letting them both perform crosstalk on stage?"

“…This is their improvisation.”

Jiang Yuan spread his hands.

He couldn't possibly write out all the lines, and Paimon and Ikto wouldn't be able to remember them.

So, apart from the opening few sentences, the rest of the story is left to Ichito and Paimon to express themselves freely.

The scene before us is the result of their free play.

"Do you think I believe it or not?"

In San Yueqi's eyes, Jiang Yuan's credibility was not very high in such an unserious matter.

Jiang Yuan didn't explain either.

He said slowly: "Who cares? This is quite interesting."

"...That's true."

After a few words of conversation between Jiang Yuan and San Yueqi, the two people on the stage reached a consensus.

Decided to use their show as the opening.

It’s not the song Jiang Yuan recommended, it’s a rap song.

Jiang Yuan had paid attention to it before. He saw the conversation between Yidou and Paimon in the group. They invited Liyue's rock master Xin Yan and Wangsheng Hall leader Hu Tao to write the lyrics, and opera master Yun Jin to compose the music.

After watching their show, Jiang Yuan suspected that the lyrics were mainly written by Hu Tao.

Walnut, the dark doggerel poet of the alley school who is good at ruthless confrontation, did not live up to his reputation today.

〔this……〕

〔Unique style.〕

〔The implication is profound.〕

〔It's very meaningful.〕

[It sounds good. It sounds good.]

The audiences from the two neighboring worlds who were watching the show together were very considerate.

The residents of Belloberg were more respectful.

I didn't really understand what he said, so I just applauded and cheered.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

Paimon waved to the audience.

"Hahahaha, I know my performance was great," Ichito patted his horn proudly, "but everyone, restrain yourself, there are other performances coming up."

"The next show is..." He scratched his head, "What is it?"

"You don't remember anything."

Paimon glanced at him and pulled out some papers.

"According to the procedure, the first one, no, now it's the second one."

"The second program is prepared by our pioneers from the Star Train, who have provided us with great help."

"They are going to sing a song called - Star Travel!"

Jiang Yuan, March 7, Dan Heng, Ji Zi, Walter, and Pam.

All members of the train crew stood up together.

As he stepped onto the stage, an idea flashed through Jiang Yuan's mind.

Should have brought a model train with me.

He waved his hand and placed a model of the Starry Sky Train onto the stage, causing the audience to exclaim.

[? 〕

[I don’t want to know what Jiang Yuan can come up with. I want to know what he can’t come up with.]

[Hmm... I think it should be a growth potion that allows him to grow taller on his own.]

〔puff.〕

[Hahahahahahaha, Jingyuan, what you said is quite insulting.]

[Be careful, Jiang Yuan will remember what you said.]

[Just make a note of it. He won’t be back for a while.]

[Huh? He's going to stay next door until this is all over?]

[At present, it seems possible.]

[…Is that so? Then can I complain about him more often? He can’t come back to retaliate anyway.]

[That makes sense.]

[Jiang Yuan looks like he is not as good as Jing Yuan right now, right?]

[I am even more looking forward to the height difference between Jiang Yuan and Jing Yuan after they meet another Jing Yuan in Xianzhou.]

[It was a long time ago that the two of them were of similar height.]

Jiang Yuan smiled brightly.

He had long since let go of the issue of height and no matter what he said, it didn't matter to him.

But you still have to hold a grudge to give yourself a legitimate reason for future pranks.

There was warm applause from the audience.

Jiang Yuan came back to his senses instantly and prepared himself with his companions on the train.

They all changed into new clothes and had their hair done.

Jiang Yuan, Dan Heng and Walter were wearing suits that perfectly accentuated their figures, and their hair was combed like adults.

Ji Zi and San Yue Nana were wearing elegant long dresses, with their long hair draped behind them, adorned with exquisite hair accessories.

Even the train conductor Pam's clothes were changed to new styles, which were custom-made by Qianzhi, a famous designer from neighboring Teyvat.

Everyone stood in formation.

Pam stood in the middle of the first row.

Jiang Yuan, San Yueqi and Dan Heng stood in the second row.

Walter and Jizi sat on either side of the third row.

Placed at the end was the train model that Jiang Yuan had just taken out of his backpack. It was more than one person tall and placed there horizontally.

The audience gradually quieted down and began to listen to their performance.

The music suddenly started.

Pam was the first to speak.

"This story has nothing to do with the deliberate arrangement of fate—"