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

On March 7th, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

She tucked the camera behind her waist and strode forward.

He grabbed Qiye by the back of his collar and pulled him off Estella's lap.

With his other hand, he grabbed Xing by the back of her collar and pulled her away.

Qi Ye staggered a couple of steps after being pulled, but Xing remained calm.

It was as if she wasn't the one who had just been clinging to a stranger's leg and shouting "I don't want to work hard anymore."

"You two, that's enough!"

March 7th's face turned bright red, whether from anger or from feeling ashamed for them, it was hard to tell.

She turned and bowed deeply to Estádio.

"Station Manager Estella, I'm so sorry, those two aren't usually like this. Anyway, I'm very sorry you had to see this!"

Estelle straightened the wrinkles in her clothes, her blush not yet completely gone, but her smile remained.

She waved her hand:

"It's okay, I don't mind."

They saved many people on the space station; there's no need to apologize for such a small thing.

By the way, you guys must be hungry after being busy for so long, right?

Do you want me to take you to the cafeteria for something to eat?

The meals on the space station are not as good as those on the train.

But the cafeteria is serving extra food today to celebrate the defeat of the apocalyptic beast.

Just as March 7th was about to politely decline, she caught a glimpse of Qi Ye and Xing's eyes lighting up simultaneously.

These two just received 20 million credits, and now they're allowed to move freely in the space station's canteen.

Who knows what might happen on the spot?

She straightened her back without hesitation.

"No need to trouble yourself! I know the way, I can lead them there."

Station Master Estella, please go about your business and don't worry about us!

Estella nodded, picked up Pepe, and turned to walk towards the control room.

Pepe perched on Estella's shoulder, calling out to Sumire before leaving.

Qiye can't understand dog language right now because she just took it off.

But he always felt that the bark contained a dog's utter contempt for humans.

Estelle's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and March 7's smile vanished instantly.

She turned around, put her hands on her hips, and faced the two clowns in front of her.

I took a deep breath and spent a full three seconds gathering my emotions.

"You two!"

Can't they act like members of the Star Train at all?!

"I'm a newbie who just joined."

Qi Ye raised his hand.

"I just joined too."

Xing also raised her hand.

"Then you should have some self-awareness as a newcomer!!!"

The sound of March 7th echoed throughout the corridor.

"A man knelt on the ground and begged a rich woman to take care of him."

One person clings to a powerful figure and complains that they don't want to work hard.

Are you two here to embarrass yourselves?!

You've ruined the reputation of our Star Train!

And you, Qi Ye, when you were arguing with Pei Pei just now, did you forget that you're not a dog?!

"You're a grown man, arguing with a dog and losing! Don't you feel ashamed?!"

"The dog started it," Xing interjected.

"Dogs don't have hands!" March 7 roared back.

"Yes, so it was the one that moved its mouth first."

Qiye and Xing spoke almost simultaneously, and after they finished speaking, they looked at each other and exchanged glances.

That look probably translates to, "We've got great chemistry, bro."

On March 7th, a vein throbbed on his forehead.

She hadn't had a chance to continue her lecture.

Xing had turned to Qiye, tilting her head, and spoke in an extremely innocent tone:

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't lost the argument with the dog..."

I won't get scolded by March 7th for speaking up for you.

You have to compensate me for my emotional distress.

"When did you ever speak up for me?"

Qi Ye's eyes widened.

"You were explaining my defeat the whole time!"

On March 7th, I watched as this pair of lively characters started arguing again, one after the other.

They didn't take her reprimand seriously at all, and seemed to have even forgotten that she was standing there.

Her eyes went from angry to numb.

Then he suddenly raised both hands and punched each of them on the head at the same time.

"ah!!!"

"Shut up! Now, right now, come with me to the cafeteria for lunch!"

March 7th withdrew his fist, took a deep breath, and pointed ahead in the corridor with an uncompromising tone.

"You two, go ahead."

No whispering, no sneaky actions, and no looting.

Especially you, Star.

Xing touched the top of her head where she had been hit, then looked at March 7's face, which was practically steaming, and wisely refrained from arguing back.

She walked to Qiye's side, and the two of them obediently walked ahead.

March 7th followed behind, arms crossed, staring at the backs of the two men like a prisoner being escorted.

Danheng had already left to do his own thing.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of three people's footsteps.

Halfway there, a clerk was walking towards us from around the corner, dragging a silver-gray suitcase.

The box's exterior gleamed under the corridor lights.

The clerk kept looking down at his portable terminal as he walked, completely unaware that someone was in front of him.

Xing's eyes lit up.

She shoved Qi Ye aside, rushed to the clerk in three strides, and grabbed the suitcase.

The clerk was startled and almost dropped the terminal.

"This box."

Xing crouched down, gripped the edge of the suitcase with both hands, looked up at the clerk, and her eyes shone.

"It's glowing. Is it a treasure chest?"

"Huh? No, these are my spare clothes."

The clerk looked completely bewildered.

"A treasure chest won't call itself a treasure chest."

Xing nodded confidently and began to pry open the combination lock on the box.

"There's definitely something good inside. I'll open it for you."

"No, no, wait a minute, that's really my personal property, the password is 000... wait, don't actually open it!"

The clerk reached out to stop her, but Xing moved too quickly.

The combination lock clicked open, and the lid of the box flipped open.

Several changes of uniforms were neatly folded inside.

A spare pair of slippers, and something with a rather unique design.

The label is still on it, so it looks like it just arrived.

Xing frowned.

She poked the thing with her index finger; it was very elastic.

She picked it up from the pile of clothes and looked at it from all angles.

Then he turned to look at Qiye, his expression full of confusion.

"Good sir, what is this?"

Qiye was leaning against the wall watching the spectacle when she heard this, and her gaze swept over the thing that Xing was carrying.

He was completely stunned.

His smile vanished from his face at a visible speed, and he quickly spoke up to stop him.

"You, you put it down right now!"

Why?

Xing tilted her head and pinched the thing again; the silicone bounced back very elastically from her fingertips.

"It feels nice to the touch, a bit soft. Is it a stress-relieving toy?"

The clerk's face was already flushed red, his hands were waving wildly in front of him, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Th-those are my personal belongings! Please give them back to me!"

Why hide personal belongings in a suitcase?

Xing's logic remains as peculiar as ever.

"Moreover, using 000 as a password does not prevent theft at all."

This thing of yours is so soft, it doesn't look like it can withstand being dropped.

What exactly is it?

"Yes...yes..."

The clerk's mouth opened and closed, and the redness on his face spread from his cheeks to his ears, and then from his ears to his neck.

His gaze darted between Xing, Qiye, and March 7th, as if searching for someone who could help him explain.

Qi Ye took a deep breath and spoke in a tone of resignation.

He feared that if he didn't speak up, Xingneng would disassemble the device on the spot to study its internal structure.

"Star. That thing in your hand isn't some kind of stress-relieving toy."

It's something an adult male uses on a lonely night...

He quickly selected words in his mind.

"...a tool to relieve stress."

It's a very private item; you should return it to them immediately.

The corridor was quiet for a few seconds.

Xing looked down at the cup in her hand, then looked up at Qi Ye, then looked down at the cup again.

Then, with remarkable composure, she put the cup back in her suitcase, closed the lid, and clapped her hands.

Her expression remained calm.

But her ears were already slightly red.

"Oh. So it's exercise equipment for chickens."

She added another sentence after she finished speaking.

"No wonder they set a password."

The clerk grabbed the suitcase handle and ran away without looking back.

His figure vanished in a flash around the corner of the corridor.

The speed was comparable to the evacuation speed of the staff during the apocalyptic beast attack.