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

Qi Ye paused in his steps.

March 7th, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around, his eyes wide open:

"98?! How much?!"

Qi Ye's mind raced.

He can't exactly say it's because I'm your die-hard fan in the game, can he?

He coughed lightly and spoke very frankly.

"It's okay, you just happen to fit my aesthetic. 98 is normal."

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

March 7's lips began to twitch, his eyes filled with "Can you be any more outrageous?"

Xing tilted her head, her expression serious: "So you were lustful at first sight."

"no!"

Qi Ye choked for a moment.

"Could you please use a different wording, like 'love at first sight' or something?"

"Isn't that still lust at first sight?"

"...Didn't you say you had amnesia? How come your logic is so clear?"

Xing ignored him and continued walking forward, carrying the baseball bat.

After taking two steps, she added a sentence without turning her head.

"But 98 is indeed quite high. You have good taste, I like it!"

Qi Ye wanted to say something to salvage her already shattered image.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed that the favorability rating number above Xing's head jumped up.

From "40% favorability rating, based on the message: Although their behavior is suspicious, they're probably not a bad person."

It changed to "Favorability 60, from: Honest to the point of being refreshingly unconventional".

Rise.

Qi Ye paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips that he himself was unaware of.

He quickly suppressed the smirk, coughed forcefully, and straightened his collar.

Indeed, honesty is always the best strategy in interpersonal communication.

What do you mean by lust at first sight? That's called having a precise aesthetic sense.

Xing took a couple of steps carrying the baseball bat, then realized he hadn't followed, so she turned back to look at him:

"What are good people laughing at?"

"I wasn't laughing. You're mistaken."

"His lips are still turned up."

"That's a normal physiological response of the facial muscles."

"Oh." Xing nodded.

"So you are indeed happy."

Qiye decided to give up arguing with someone who has amnesia but is perfectly logical.

Then a long-neglected question suddenly flashed through his mind.

The favorability rating increased, the light cone was given out, and the star was put on the hat.

But—she didn't pay.

Qi Ye paused in his steps.

You should know that although he just gave the light cone to Xing, as long as Xing does not pay the price.

This transaction is invalid in the system.

The light cone is still nominally his.

Even after the countdown ends, the binding will still be forced.

He turned to look at the stars.

"Stars."

"Um?"

"Is the light cone any good?"

"Not bad." Xing pointed to the top of her head. "It's quite interesting that I can see your favorability rating."

"That's good."

Qi Ye rubbed his hands together, his smile becoming extremely professional.

"Then let's talk about the fees."

Xing tilted her head.

"Look,"

Qi Ye cleared his throat and adopted the demeanor of a serious businessman.

"This light cone originally cost 102,000 credits."

But since you just lost your memory, I'll give you a discount: 120,000.

Honest and fair dealing, genuine products at fair prices.

Of course, if you don't have the money, you can replace it with something worth 120,000 credits!

Xing blinked and suddenly put on a pitiful act.

"Sir, I have no money."

Qi Ye's smile froze for a moment.

Not a single credit point?

"Not a single one."

"I only just remembered what my own name is."

He had nothing on him except this shirt and this baseball bat.

Qi Ye fell silent.

He had so carelessly forgotten about it.

I glanced at the gray baseball bat on Xing's shoulder, then at her empty pockets.

I glanced at the countdown timer flashing on my system panel.

Several options flashed through his mind quickly.

The system rules are clearly written.

Gifts and sales at a low price are invalid; the consideration must be voluntarily paid by the buyer.

Or they could barter, using baseball bats to settle debts.

But the baseball bat is Xing's exclusive weapon, and taking it away would be equivalent to crippling her combat ability, something he couldn't do.

"Wait a minute."

Xing suddenly raised his hand, interrupting his internal struggle.

She stared at the corner of the corridor ahead, her eyes shining.

"There's something glowing over there."

Qi Ye followed her gaze but saw nothing:

"What's glowing?"

"The radiance of a treasure."

Xing was unusually excited, and he charged forward with his baseball bat on his shoulder.

"I'll pay you after I snatch it!"

"etc"

Qi Ye reached out to grab her, but grasped at empty air.

Xing has already rushed out.

She could run much faster than she could walk.

She suddenly turned at the corner, and Qiye and Sanyueqi chased after her.

She was already crouching in front of a silver box.

It was a metal suitcase that looked quite valuable.

Xing squatted in front of the box, her hands on her knees, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a new continent.

"I'm rich now," she said, her eyes shining.

Before Qi Ye could speak, Xing had already reached out and opened the combination lock.

The box popped open, and she excitedly lifted the lid.

There was only one little girl inside.

She was curled up in the suitcase, hugging her knees, her whole body huddled into a small ball.

The moment the box lid was opened, she shuddered violently.

"No, don't eat me..."

"I... I don't taste good... You can take all the compressed biscuits in the box... Please don't eat me..."

March 7th's expression froze on his face, and Danheng silently put away his spear.

Qi Ye looked down at the shivering little girl in the suitcase and opened her mouth.

For a moment, I didn't know where to begin complaining.

The antimatter legion attacked the space station, and the kid probably panicked and stuffed himself into his suitcase.

I don't know how long they've been hiding inside, their white uniforms are all crumpled up.

Xing's expression was the most interesting.

The expectation turned into disappointment, like the resentment of being owed eight million.

She looked down at the shivering little girl in the box and remained silent for a moment.

Then she silently took the baseball bat off her shoulder, stood it in front of the little girl, and looked like a mafia boss.

"Hey, hand over 120,000 credits now."

The little girl trembled even more violently.

"Otherwise, they'll die, they'll die."

Xing's words, coupled with her expressionless face and the baseball bat in her hand, were incredibly impactful.

The little girl's eyes filled with tears, and she finally burst into tears with a "waaaah".

"I have no money—!! I'm just an intern—!! I haven't been paid yet—!!"

On March 7th, a general was dragged to the back, along with his baseball bat and the man.

He crouched down and frantically comforted the little girl in the box:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, she's just joking! We're not bad people! We're from the Starry Sky Train! We're here to rescue you!"

Qi Ye stood aside and looked at the little girl who was crying her eyes out.

Then she looked at Xing, who was being pulled by the back of her collar by March 7th, her face filled with the thought that her treasure was gone.

"Stars."

"Um?"

"This is the treasure you were talking about?"

Xing looked down at the little girl who was still sobbing in the box, then looked up at Qi Ye.

A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Then she silently put the bat away, took a half step back, and whispered...

"We'll have money if we sell that little guy!"