Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Okay~"

A few minutes later.

Looking at the opponent's five connected white pieces, Yan Huan fell into self-doubt again.

"..."

Next, the two played cards, gunfights, knife fights... and the waitress won every game.

"No? Did you open it?"

"Let's switch phones, you use mine and I'll use yours, I don't believe it!"

The waitress exchanged phones with Yan Huan, looked at his face, and smiled faintly:

“Mr. Yan Huan, you don’t need to be so confrontational with me. We can team up and fight others…”

"I don't believe I'm that bad." Yan Huan said seriously, "March 7th has never beaten me!"

"That only means Miss March 7th's skills are lacking..." the waitress smiled.

On the other side, in a cave.

On March 7th, while tying up the leopard, he looked out at the endless yellow sand outside the cave and suddenly sneezed.

"Ah!"

"Who's cricketing at me...?"

Chapter 1140 Is this a person's name?

"Cow."

In the guest room, Yan Huan sat on the sofa, looking at her phone screen with a happy expression.

"My God, you're amazing! One against five! Is it open?"

"Mr. Yan Huan, please do not doubt my abilities."

The waitress put down her phone and smiled:

"Don't even mention Diamond rank, I can still dominate any higher rank."

"Want to continue? I can take you to the Glory King rank in one night."

"Emmm... But what did I want to do in the first place?"

Yan Huan put down her phone and scratched her head.

"I think I only ordered some food, how did I end up playing for so long?"

I glanced at the time and realized I'd been playing games for six hours straight.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Yan Huan asked the waitress.

"What would you like to eat? Have someone bring some more food so we can eat together."

"Huh? Me?" The waitress was a little surprised to hear that.

"Actually, I could have gone to eat at the staff meal."

"You're already here, why are you still eating the staff meal? Hurry up and list the dishes..."

After another waiter brought the dishes, Yan Huan invited them all to stay and eat together.

After the waiters finished eating, they all bowed to express their gratitude to Yan Huan.

Yan Huan was somewhat baffled by this.

The food is yours, why thank me?

"Okay, I've had enough rest."

Yan Huan looked at them.

"You don't need to play with me anymore. I need to see if I have any commissions to take."

As the only available anonymous customer, it's perfectly reasonable for him to accept commissions in the name of the Starry Sky Train.

Previously, Yan Huan had only taken on private jobs.

But now Himeko has agreed to let Yan Huan receive a monthly allowance, on the condition that he completes the commissions given to the train by the other forces and keeps the nameless guest active in the galaxy.

The profits from these commissions will be used as train funds and distributed by Himeko.

"let me see……"

Sitting in the quiet room, Yan Huan began to review the requests from various factions.

The unnamed passengers on the train are all highly skilled, so most of the requests they receive are for escorting or security tasks.

Previously, Himeko and Welt had received an escort mission from Nguyen Mai to help transport some wreckage...

"What should I accept?"

Yan Huan flipped through the list, but showed little interest in many of the requests.

Some mission locations were too far away, and there were no teleportation coordinates for places they hadn't been to before. If Yan Huan really wanted to take on the mission, she would have to rent a spaceship and fly there to scout the location herself.

"Fine, I'll just take the bodyguard job. The mission location is in Pinocchio."

It's quite amazing that the anonymous person is both an anonymous person and a shareholder of Pinocchio.

To personally act as someone else's bodyguard on one's own territory is perhaps a unique occurrence.

It's like the CEOs of large corporations delivering takeout outside their offices.

Yan Huan got up, walked to the door and locked it, then turned and walked towards the Dream Pool, where she lay down.

……

Dreamland.

Hot Sand Moment audition venue.

"I ask you, are you my Masta?"

Amidst enthusiastic cheers, Yan Huan asked the girl in front of her.

"Me? No, that's not it... Wait, Yan Huan, what are you doing?!"

The person in front of me is Montana, the ruthless person who once pushed March 7 into the Sleeping Banana Club and kicked Yan Huan out of the freshman group.

“As you can see.” Yan Huan turned around in the crowd to show Montana the suit she was wearing.

"Today I am a bodyguard, and I am looking for my employer."

Seeing Yan Huan tie her hair up for the first time ever, Montana asked curiously:

"Bodyguards? Who comes to the Hot Sands auditions with bodyguards?"

"Maybe he's the CEO of some company."

Yan Huan spread her hands and said:

"They're quite generous, giving the train five million! They're definitely not just ordinary contestants participating in the auditions."

"But... what are you doing here? Are you also participating in the auditions?"

“Of course,” Montana said confidently, hands on her hips.

"I also want to be a superstar at a major event. Once I become famous, why would I need to go to school? I can just take on gigs and sell products, and my family for three generations will never have to worry about anything for the rest of our lives."

"Speaking of which... you were a superstar at the last event, right? Do you have any speedrun tips?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan couldn't help but recall her own experiences.

At the time, it seemed that one had to go through the hot sand audition in order to obtain the qualification to enter the Grand Theater properly, so they participated in the audition.

"What strategy could there be?"

Yan Huan looked at the other contestants in the arena and said seriously:

"It depends on the audience's vote, right? If the performance is good, they'll definitely vote for you."

"Ugh, that's like you didn't say anything at all," Montana said, somewhat frustrated.

"Why don't we try to find your client first? Didn't he leave any information?"

"No." Yan Huan shook her head.

"The document states that as long as I arrive at the destination, she will come to find me herself."

"I recognized your back view earlier and thought you'd struck it rich and could afford bodyguards."

After wandering around the hot sand audition several more times, Yan Huan realized that no one was coming to find her.

So he looked out of the stadium.

Tickets are required to enter the Hot Sands preliminary selection venue.

For ordinary people, tens of thousands of credits are actually quite a lot.

But Yan Huan glanced at the details of the commission again. The other party offered a reward of five million credits. Surely they could afford the ticket.

"Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Yan Huan is a shareholder and has free access to any non-confidential area of ​​Pinocchio, so she could directly enter the venue.

Now he went out again and stood guard by the gate, waiting for the client to arrive.

"Hey, hey, hey, I've told you so many times, there's no way to buy a ticket later!"

Not far to Yan Huan's left, a security guard stopped a girl.

"Huh? Your bodyguard has money? Then tell your bodyguard to pay! Can't you just tell him to come out first while he's inside?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan blinked and walked over after only 2.5 seconds of thought.

She was a little girl who looked almost exactly like the president of the dessert club; she was incredibly cute.

She appeared very uneasy when confronted by security guards.

"Wait, little sister, are you my Masta?" Yan Huan walked over and asked.