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

Qi Ye took a deep breath and straightened her back.

A tragic expression appeared on his face, like that of a martyr about to bravely face death.

I have nothing more to say.

Please act quickly.

Himeko smiled faintly.

The smile was even gentler than before, yet Qi Ye felt a sudden tightness in her heart for no apparent reason.

Himeko didn't reply. She turned around, picked up the coffee pot, poured out another cup of dark coffee, and steadily placed it in front of him.

"Then there's no need to write a report."

"Just drink it."

Qiye stared at the coffee in front of her.

It was exactly the same as the cup that had knocked Walter out earlier.

He swallowed hard, feeling like he was about to cry but had no tears left!

"...Can I write a report?"

The kind with 5,000 words.

No, ten thousand words!

"I guarantee that I will fully recognize my mistake."

Himeko held the coffee, her smile gentle, but her eyes held an unyielding gaze.

What do you think?

Looking at her "I've already given you the choice" attitude, Qi Ye felt a chill run down her spine.

He then glanced at March 7th next to him, whose eyes clearly read "May you have good fortune."

Qi Ye felt utterly hopeless. She reached out and took the cup of deadly coffee, bringing it to her lips.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for torture.

The next second, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the scalding liquid slid down my throat, an extreme taste sensation exploded.

Qi Ye put down the empty cup, opened his mouth, and tried to say something to complain.

But the next moment, his consciousness seemed to be forcibly pulled out of his body, and he floated lightly in mid-air.

My vision blurred rapidly, and the surrounding scenery gradually darkened.

Finally, what catches the eye is Himeko's ever-gentle and composed smile.

His body went limp, and he fell straight backward, the back of his head hitting the armrest of the sofa with a dull thud.

He closed his eyes tightly.

A stubborn, tragic smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth, as if to say, "I have faced death with equanimity and have no regrets."

Xing leaned closer, looking down quietly at the unconscious Qi Ye on the floor.

"He lasted longer than Uncle Yang."

March 7th immediately came over curiously, blinking her eyes and asking questions.

"How long did you hold out?"

"Three seconds."

Xing answered truthfully.

March 7th looked on in astonishment and continued to press for answers.

"What about Uncle Yang?"

"One second."

March 7th paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling both speechless and amused.

"...So, he actually won?"

She crouched down and gently poked Qi Ye's unresponsive cheek with her finger.

"Is he really alright?"

"I hope Himeko-nee's dark coffee won't cause me any problems?"

"fine."

Himeko put down her coffee cup, regaining her usual composure.

"Let him get a good night's sleep and he'll recover. You two, take him back to his room to rest."

Xing responded crisply.

With the practiced ease of moving train supplies, she grabbed Qiye's collar and gently lifted him up from the ground.

March 7th quickly stepped forward, supporting Qiye's other side of her body, and hurriedly reminded her.

"Be gentle, be gentle!"

Don't be so rude!

Be careful, he might bump his head on the doorframe!

"Even if I do manage to bump into him, it doesn't matter, he's tough as nails!"

The two men, one on each side, supported Qiye as they steadily walked down the train corridor and moved towards his room.

Dan Heng had already sent Walter back to his room to rest earlier.

Clearly, Walter's coffee-related side effects were much more severe than those of Kiyo.

Xing loosened her grip and tossed Qi Ye onto the bed.

March 7th quickly stepped forward, tucked the blanket around him, and took two steps back to examine the sleeping man.

"I didn't expect him to be so well-behaved and quiet after falling asleep."

This is completely different from her usual talkative and sarcastic self!

He was very quiet when he was awake.

It's just that I tend to be more argumentative and critical more often.

Xing spoke, and then the two quietly closed the door and turned to leave.

The room became completely quiet.

A dark shadow silently appeared. The silver wolf stood quietly in front of the bed, staring at the unsuspecting, sleeping Qi Ye.

Her original plan was simple.

They ransacked his room, found his game account, and melted down all his equipment—an eye for an eye.

But she searched every corner of the room, leaving it spotless.

In the end, only an absurd conclusion was reached.

This guy's life is so boring, he's practically an ascetic!

There were no game consoles, no snacks, and no reading material.

The only book on the bookshelf was a brand-new, reflective copy of "Interstellar Train Maintenance Manual".

Silver Wolf was unwilling to give up, so he pulled open the last drawer of the desk.

It was completely empty inside, with only a few ordinary styluses.

"...What a dull and boring ghost room!"

There's nothing here that can cause any damage!

She shoved the drawer back hard, making a dull thud.

With nowhere to vent his anger, he turned and stared intently at Qi Ye, who was fast asleep on the bed.

She was seething with anger and needed to find a place to vent it.

Since we can't destroy his things, we can only take our anger out on him personally!

Silver Wolf swiftly and decisively pulled the blanket off Qi Ye.

He casually tossed his jacket on the ground, followed by his shirt and trousers.

Silver Wolf remained expressionless throughout.

Her mind was now filled with the vengeful thought of making this guy die in public.

As the last piece of clothing was torn off, Qi Ye turned over in her deep coma.

He mumbled a few words in his sleep, as if complaining about feeling cold.

Silver Wolf took a marker out of his pocket, leaned closer, and placed it on his pale chest.

Each stroke extends from the chest all the way to the navel.

"Lord Silver Wolf was here!"

She deliberately emphasized the last exclamation mark.

"Serves you right, you tricked me before!"

Silver Wolf straightened up, put away his marker, and took two steps back to admire his "masterpiece".

The effect was perfect.

The only pity is that the person in question slept like a log.

Completely unaware that they had acquired such a highly socially dangerous and unique mark.

She bent down and picked up the clothes scattered on the ground.

He locked everything in the small wardrobe in the corner of the room, deftly pulled out the key, and put it in his pocket.

Brushing non-existent dust off his hands, Silver Wolf turned and walked towards the window.

The figure slowly blurred in the blue light and completely disappeared from the room.

A moment later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open a crack.

On March 7th, she carefully walked in carrying a cup of warm water.

He was still muttering to himself.

"This coffee has a really strong aftereffect; he'll definitely be thirsty when he wakes up. Prepare some water for him beforehand!"

The moment he could see what was on the bed, March 7th froze on the spot.

The water glass in my hand almost slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground.

She hurriedly raised her hand to steady the cup, staggered back half a step, and her back slammed heavily against the door frame.

Her first reaction was to turn around and run away, never looking back!

But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move an inch.

She forced herself to find excuses and desperately tried to calm her panicked mind.

I'm not just curious!

I definitely didn't peek!

His clothes mysteriously disappeared; the situation is unusual!

As a member of the Star Train team, I have a duty to investigate any abnormalities!

Her gaze slowly moved downwards, and she immediately saw the extremely arrogant words on his chest.

The handwriting is messy yet striking, extending from below the chest all the way down to the waist and abdomen.

"...Lord Silver Wolf was here."

She read the words aloud, and after finishing, she looked at the person in front of her and felt a little sorry for him.

This guy is so pitiful!

I went to sleep and ended up in a major social disaster scene!

On March 7th, I quietly took a small step forward, wanting to double-check the handwriting.

When I looked down, I caught an even stranger glimpse of something else.

Near the navel on the lower abdomen, there is a small bulge that is gently wriggling.

She held her breath instantly and stared intently at the unusual movement for a long time.

What exactly is this thing?

It doesn't look like a wound at all, how strange!

On March 7th, my mind was a mess, full of doubts.

She tentatively extended her fingertip and poked it.

The little thing bounced up instantly.

She instinctively pinched

He secretly wondered if this was a strange little light cone creature that Qi Ye had brought back from a mission.

It has to be cleaned up before he wakes up!

Otherwise, who knows what strange things might happen again!

But the tiny lines remained still in her palm for two seconds.

The next second, it suddenly changed, expanding rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The lines instantly bulged into a ball of light.

The sudden change startled March 7th.

She curiously fiddled with it for a while.

Suddenly, the ball of light started to surge wildly!

It rapidly expanded to the size of a fist.

And it hasn't stopped; it's still getting bigger!

A small opening appeared at the top of the sphere of light, aimed at March 7, who was standing there stunned.

My heart tightened on March 7th.

Oh no! Something's wrong!

She snapped out of her daze and turned to run away!

But it was all too late.

……

The light sphere that had completed the "attack" quickly withered and shrank.

It transformed back into that inconspicuous thing, silently retreating and lying dormant in complete silence.

On March 7th, he stood there dumbfounded, completely bewildered.

The feeling on my face made me feel very uncomfortable.

She stiffly raised her arm and haphazardly wiped the liquid from her face with her sleeve.

Looking down at the damp stains on her cuffs, her cheeks flushed again.

Shame, embarrassment, speechlessness, frustration—all these emotions piled up in my heart instantly!

Her lips trembled slightly, and after holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a murderous sentence through gritted teeth.

"...Suye!"

If only you woke up!

I absolutely, absolutely will kill you!

You're completely finished!

She was both angry and ashamed, and she wiped her face hard.

He turned and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut with far more force than usual.

The crisp sound of the door slamming shut was filled with barely concealed anger and embarrassment.