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

[Star: It's just a date, does it really need to be all over the place?]

[March 7th: When you stayed at the Daydream Hotel before, it wasn't like this at all. You were even more impressive than when General Xianzhou visited.]

[Star: How can that be the same? Walking the red carpet and going on a date are definitely not the same thing. It's like how Mapo Tofu must be eaten with rice, and strawberries are best enjoyed on a cream cake. Mix the two together—Mapo Tofu with strawberries and a cream cake with rice filling—even a glutton would shake their head.]

[Undying Path: Not that picky about food.]

[Silver Wolf: Who exactly is this Sambo? Everyone, human or ghost, has come, except for this imposter, right? The guy impersonating him is really bored; who would impersonate the Masked Fool? It's not like it's anything honorable.]

The robin watched the three chatting and laughing, wondering to itself, "Who is he? One of my companions...?"

"I have a feeling that the situation is getting more and more chaotic..."

As I was pondering this, a cheerful voice came from behind me: "Long time no see, big star!"

"There's someone else?" Robin was on edge from the repeated appearances of new people. When she turned around and saw the newcomer's face, she realized that it was her former manager, who had now chosen to pursue his dream and run a bar.

"Ms. Shu Weng?"

The robin was suddenly struck by joy at seeing an old friend, a conflict between happiness and worry. This couldn't be more inopportune.

His attention-grabbing behavior was definitely not a good thing...

Mr. Shu was very talkative and kept talking to her.

She could only watch helplessly as the fireflies and stars, led by Sambo, gradually disappeared into the distance.

After walking through several streets and turning a few corners, Sambo led the two to a stop in front of an unassuming building. From inside, they could faintly hear the boisterous chatter of the Pipixi people: "I see you don't understand anything at all~~"

Clearly, the shows inside are excellent.

Unfortunately, the bodyguard at the door, Pipixi, was very principled, and no matter how much Sambo pleaded, he couldn't get Xing and Liuying inside.

[Star: Please, you're so lame~~]

[Silver Wolf: This imposter's got some skills. He may not have much influence, but he seems to have completely stolen Sambo's identity; he can even use his membership card?]

[Fireworks: Absolutely! Just look at this imposter... his talent is undeniable.]

Seeing that the bodyguard was unmoved, Sambo had no choice but to change the arrangement. He asked for a few items to be stored, which were several emotional archetypes: the moment of choosing betrayal, the cloud of doubt, the hatred that lasts until death, and shattered dreams.

Each of them is imbued with a bizarre story, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in the joys and sorrows of the "protagonist," making them unique and novel creations from Pinocchio.

Commonly known as game cartridges.

Sambo found a strangely shaped machine on the street and inputted all his emotional archetypes into it.

Firefly was puzzled by the strange black-and-white machine that flashed red light: "Is that... a television?"

"Why was this TV set left on the roadside?"

"Haha, wrong, Miss Firefly!" Sambo proudly pointed his thumb back at the machine: "This is an arcade machine—not some electronic junk like Punk Lord, but a game that better suits the spirit of [Dream]!"

[Silver Wolf: Heh!]

Sambo said, "Hey sis, why don't you try touching it and see what happens?"

Xing crossed her arms and looked at him like he was an idiot, her eyes filled with a strong "Do you think I'm March?"

"Are you trying to harm me?"

Firefly also expressed her doubts: "Um... I think—just I think—there might be something fishy about this TV."

Sambo volunteered: "This belongs to the [family], there's no way there could be anything fishy about it. But if you don't want to try, that's fine too, I'll do it—"

The two of them looked at Xing simultaneously—or rather, the three of them—including the big-nosed, sunglasses-wearing cool guy on the arcade screen who was carrying a rocket launcher and shaking it.

Xing knew it was time to make a decision. So, should she try touching the television and see what "interesting" things would happen?

Four thoughts flashed through Xing's mind in an instant: Touch it! Touch it!! Touch it!! And...

This doesn't give me any other options, does it?

[March 7th: You have so many inner monologues...]

[Star: Huh? They even broadcast my innermost thoughts this time?]

[Qingque: No, didn't you just say you suspected this guy was trying to harm you?]

[Star: Why don't you think about it the other way around? If I don't let him hurt me, how am I supposed to legally beat him up later? Besides... we're already here.]

Ultimately, Xing chose the third option.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, mustered immense courage, and with a resolve as heavy as three exclamation marks, reached out her hand towards the suspicious television in front of her…

With a whoosh, Xing felt her height suddenly drop drastically, and in an instant she could only look up at Liu Ying's knees. When she opened her mouth again, Xing found that she couldn't even speak properly, and could only make humming sounds.

In full view of everyone, she was transformed into a cartoon character with a big head and wearing a suit!

"Cough cough cough~~" Sangbo laughed rather unkindly. The laughter was suppressed by his tightly closed mouth and came out from his nostrils, making it extremely difficult to suppress.

He turned his head away, every muscle tense, struggling to suppress a laugh: "Hehe... Oh my god!"

Liu Ying's eyes trembled: "Oh my god..."

[Fireworks: Hahaha! Look at that silly face, it's so funny, hahaha!]

[Sambo: You have to admit, this little thing is quite unique.]

[Star: Holy crap! Who is this Sambo? Come out here, and I'll let you experience the old train's traditional full-body massage for free.]

Xing sullenly nestled in the sofa.

Of course, she also thought it looked cool. What she really couldn't stand was how Ying would see her now? Her glorious image!

What's even more intolerable is that he's become the laughingstock? What a joke! Go ask around, it's always the Pioneer who makes fun of others, okay?

That fake Sambo's laughter is so annoying, it's almost infuriating!

……

Firefly was at a loss: "What happened to you?!"

Xing had a lot to say, but in the end it all turned into a cool "humph".

There were even voices like narrators running around in my ears: My God, seriously, it's really cool.

The firefly seemed to want to speak but hesitated, hesitated but wanted to speak again, hesitated but wanted to speak again, finally she could only say it all: "You've become so...cool."

Sambo exclaimed sincerely, "You're so cool right now, darling!"

[Star: Indeed!]

[March 7th: Still beautiful? Even Miss Firefly can't praise you anymore.]

Mikhail: This is, Hanunu?

[Qingque: Who?]

Mikhail: The leader who led Pinocchio to independence, my comrade-in-arms...