Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Before Heita could even retract the arrogant expression on her delicate little face, her mouth had already opened again on its own.

What she originally meant to say was, "You tricked me."

But the moment her lips touched the lips, the sound that came out was soft and sweet, and it automatically came with the polite ending tone that is standard for maids.

"Master, you have some clever tricks up your sleeve. You even managed to outsmart me."

Is there anything else you need?

Upon hearing this, Black Tower's own eyes widened.

She covered her mouth and glared fiercely at Qi Ye.

But then her mouth slipped out from between her fingers and she added in that docile, unsettling tone:

"Does Master have a secret to tell you? Please feel free to tell me."

The entire memorial hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing had disappeared.

March 7th held his camera high, his finger pressed firmly on the shutter.

She took more than a dozen photos in a row, muttering to herself as she did so:

"The ten million was well spent."

Xing stood to the side, tilting her head and observing intently for a while:

"So this is how geniuses talk when they're angry."

Estella clasped her hands in front of her, her face still bearing that professional stationmaster expression.

But she bit her lower lip so hard that she almost left teeth marks.

The Black Tower puppet took a deep breath, gathering all its anger, and slammed its fist on the table:

"you……"

"Please speak, Master."

"I……"

"Master, I'm listening."

"You dare..."

"Master, I dare not."

Every time she opened her mouth, her lips would automatically refine the ending of her sentences into polite and respectful language.

Coupled with her face that looked like she was about to burst into flames with anger and her maid dress with its frilled lace trim.

The effect is beyond description.

Qi Ye immediately pushed her hands forward, making a stop gesture.

With that extremely sincere smile on his face, he interrupted rapidly:

"Hey, Ms. Black Tower, this is just a minor side effect."

She speaks with a slightly maid-like quality.

"With the magnanimity of the great genius, Ms. Black Tower, I'm sure she wouldn't care about such a trivial matter, right?"

Black Tower's mouth was still open, the maid's polite remark that had been forcibly interrupted stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor coming down.

Her eyes burned with obvious anger, but then came Qi Ye's words.

Every word she said was flattering.

"Great genius", "broad-minded", "completely indifferent".

If she were to have a fit of anger now, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that she is not broad-minded enough?

Black Tower finally gave up speaking.

She turned around abruptly and pointed a finger at Qi Ye.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and he dared not open them, only letting out an extremely angry "humph".

But the light cone clearly doesn't even spare a hum.

The hum automatically changed, transforming into a sound that was both obedient and aggrieved.

"My master is so mean, he ignores me completely."

The Black Tower doll's entire face was scrunched up.

She stopped trying to speak, grabbed Estelle's sleeve, and dragged her toward the door.

The fluffy skirt swayed wildly with each small step, the lace trim trembling and shimmering with gold edges under the corridor lights.

Even after walking several meters away, a maid's voice, sharp and powerful, drifted from behind.

"Master! Don't forget to come see me!"

Qi Ye stood still, looking down at the system panel, and nodded in satisfaction.

The entire memorial hall fell silent for a moment.

Then, someone started clapping, and a clerk in the corner did not know who was in charge.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth staff members also joined in applauding.

The applause rang out sporadically, then grew more frequent, and finally coalesced into a warm and sincere ovation.

The staff members applauded while looking at Qiye with awe.

That look was probably similar to that of someone looking at a warrior about to be executed.

The young clerk who had been patted on the shoulder by Qiye earlier.

At this moment, his expression had changed from "I've seen a ghost" to "I've seen a god."

He strode forward, grasped Qi Ye's hand firmly, his eyes slightly red, and his voice choked with emotion.

"Hero, you were the most courageous person I've ever met. You even dared to betray Lady Black Tower. Rest in peace."

Qi Ye's smile froze for a moment: "I'm still alive."

"I know. But I don't think you'll live much longer."

Another clerk came over and patted Qiye on the shoulder with a solemn expression:

"Hero, the space station will remember you. We'll come again next time you have a funeral."

"No, thank you."

On March 7th, he put away his camera and walked up to Qiye.

Her expression was complicated. She raised her hand, pointed at his head, and asked Qi Ye:

"Do you know who you just lied to?"

"Ms. Black Tower. A genius among geniuses."

The owner of the space station.

Member of the Genius Club.

One of the most intelligent people known in the universe.

Qiye rattled off a string of titles with practiced ease.

"You knew you were cheating her, yet you still did it?"

"I didn't, Little March, don't slander me like that! I have a perfectly good reputation."

March 7 stared at him for several seconds, then let out a long sigh.

"You know what? You're the most reckless person I've ever met."

She stuck out a finger and poked Qiye's chest.

"But you're amazing that you've survived until now."

Qi Ye thought for a moment, then nodded earnestly: "Thank you for the compliment."

This is not a compliment!!!

Xing walked over carrying a baseball bat and stood on the other side of Qiye.

She didn't reach out, but patted Qiye's shoulder and arm.

"You swindler, I want to be there next time you sell light cones."

Why?

"study."

"What should we study?"

"Learn how to describe side effects as minor issues."

Xing's expression was as serious as if she were taking academic notes.

"This is a very useful skill."

Qi Ye was silent for two seconds, then nodded:

"Okay, I'll take you next time."

"make a deal."

Xing extended her little finger.

Qi Ye made a pinky promise with her.

March 7th watched as this pair of lovable clowns reached a consensus.

I felt my blood pressure rise a few percentage points again, even though I was the only normal person on the Starry Sky Train.

She turned to look at Danheng, hoping he could say something to salvage the situation.

Dan Heng met her gaze, remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and gave Qi Ye a thumbs-up. (Upwards.)

March 7th covered her face in despair.