Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

Do you work around here?

On Sunday, she answered fluently, slightly embellishing the truth: "No, no. Today is my day off. There's a performance later, so I came early to find a good spot."

The robin's eyes gleamed: "A performance? Here?"

How come she didn't know?

On Sunday, he shook his head and gazed at the Pinocchio Theatre in the distance: "Further away, there's supposedly a final performance, which is better listened to from afar than watched live."

[Sambo: Bro, is the actor you're talking about in this show you yourself?]

[Fireworks: Ah! My dear robin, my brother is leaving for a very far place. He'll make a bit of a commotion later, so just listen from here and don't go looking!]

[Star: If I were a robin, I'd definitely go see it.]

[March 7th: The way you're saying things makes me almost believe they've figured each other out.]

The robin nodded. "I see. Then the lookout tower is a good choice. From here, you can see the whole of Pinocchio."

She paused slightly: "Distance can make some things more beautiful."

[Star: Hmm... Is it just my imagination? It feels like the robin's words were implying something?]

[Fireworks: Hahaha, did Chicken Wing Boy really give himself away in the very first sentence? Was the Robin pretending to be stupid to save his face? This is hilarious, really hilarious!]

"..." Sunday shuddered, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his hair. His eyes darted back and forth, but his body remained motionless.

That prospect made him so embarrassed he wanted to dig his toes into the ground.

Really? My disguise was pretty good.

It's probably just a misperception caused by being anxious about gains and losses... right?

On the screen, Sunday, seeing they had something in common, mustered her courage and asked, "Ms. Robin, before the show starts, could I stay and watch the stars with you?"

The robin chuckled with relief, "Of course. You're too kind. I'm the one who should be asking. This is the Dream Frontier, and the dreamers are its masters."

[Hanabi: How could I refuse my brother's request?]

[Bluebird: The robin has such high emotional intelligence; the one who puts in the work should be the true owner.]

Seeing that the two had successfully struck up a conversation, Wanweike breathed a sigh of relief and silently turned to leave.

The robin and Sunday then naturally began talking about the starry sky again.

The conversation between the two sparked heated discussion in the group chat. Some thought it was just ordinary casual conversation, while others believed that the two were using the starry sky to express their respective insights on the journey and the future.

Sunday was bewildered, while the robin was optimistic and eager.

Because of their special relationship, every word seemed to take on a subtle meaning.

The two even engaged in a third-person conversation face-to-face.

The robin looked at Sunday with regret and said, "He left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to say goodbye."

On Sunday, seemingly unintentionally, he revealed his true feelings: "Sincerity doesn't need much embellishment; perhaps your intentions have already been conveyed."

[Hanabi: That's right. I heard it very clearly.]

[Potio: He's such a jerk, so annoying.]

The robin, however, felt it wasn't nearly enough: "But when you want to encourage someone, you still need to put in more effort, right?"

On Sunday, mustering her courage, she followed up by asking, "If I may ask, who is the person you want to encourage?"

As he finished speaking, his heart started beating faster.

[Hanabi: Oh~~ Chicken Wing Boy, you're quite cunning. You don't want to miss your sister's encouragement, and you even want to hear her praise you to outsiders without the burden of being the "brother," right? Hehehe, I didn't know you had this kind of fetish. You're definitely a deep-seated siscon!]

I shivered on Sunday.

Why did this kind of thing become so widely known?!

[Yao Guang: Hmph, maybe he just wants to know what kind of image he has in his sister's mind? Hmph...]

The robin smiled, much more relaxed than Sunday, who was holding her breath and staring ahead, too nervous to meet her sister's gaze: "He is someone who has just experienced failure and is about to embark on a long journey."

Sunday said in a deep voice, "There are many people like that in Pinocchio. For dreamers, failure is like the sunset; it comes every day."

"With their perseverance, I believe they can start over with just one smile from Ms. Robin."

The robin shook his head, saying gently yet firmly, "But that person is different. He is much stronger than ordinary people, which gives people the illusion that even if he falls, he will get up faster than others."

Sunday: "Are you saying that's not the case?"

The robin nodded: "He won't. Before he stands up... he'll hesitate about whether it's the right thing to do, and he'll agonize over it for a long time."

"..." Sunday's heart skipped a beat, her eyes swelled, and she quickly turned her head away, forcing herself to stay alert.

"For this type of person, failure may not be such a bad thing. Self-reflection is a valuable quality."

[March 7th: Perfect hit. What should I call this? No one knows a brother better than his sister?]

[Star: I told you the robin was better than the old Japanese one, right? She made the old Japanese man cry with just a few words. The rhythm was completely following her.]

[Qingque: That was a fast and ruthless attack.]

The robin smiled faintly: "That may be true, but I still hope that person won't change."

This was completely unexpected on Sunday: "Why?"

The robin said, "Because I believe in the image of him in my memory."

"He may have used the wrong methods in that failure, but I don't think he had the wrong intentions. We started from the same point, and now it's his turn to soar to the stars."

"I believe he can find the right path, even if he's alone."

"We don't have to fly to the sky together."

She gazed at the horizon, which was gradually turning a pale white, and said eagerly, "Because the reunion will surely come, right there in the high clouds."

"..." Sunday was deeply shocked, her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her control over her tear ducts had reached the brink of failure.

After a long pause, he finally said, "I hope so."

[March 7th: Oh my god, the robin is such a good sister. So sweet!]

[Star: Yo~~~ Tsk tsk tsk, happy now, old man? So touched you're about to shed pearls, aren't you?]

"..." Sunday remained silent, her face as red as a date.

The onlookers around the world were thoroughly entertained, and all wore smiles of maternal affection.

[Fireworks: Men, cry, cry, it's not a sin~ Even the strongest person has the right to be tired~ If behind a smile there is only heartbreak.]

Why make life so miserable?

[Star: This is such an old song. Aunt Hua, how old are you?]

[Fireworks: Mind your own business!]

As she spoke, the robin offered to help her complete a painting on Sunday, searching together for the scattered pieces of the dream puzzle.

The two were lucky and quickly found the materials they needed. To their even greater surprise, a note with messy handwriting was found attached to the puzzle.