Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

"If you ask me about the probability, yes. But it depends on you, on how many chips you still have left to play."

Dr. Truth glanced at the terminal in Sand Gold's hand.

"Hehe, Professor, you're very perceptive. Let's go then. Even if there's a mountain of knives in front of us, it seems we have to go. Because... the truth is right before our eyes."

Looking at Sand Gold's relaxed expression, Dr. Truth's face flashed with a thoughtful look.

"Professor, keep up! I have another insight I'd like to share with you. Faced with one gamble after another, I've realized that every gambler has a limited amount of chips."

The more skilled one is at calculation, the more likely they are to fail due to unexpected events. Therefore, the true player's ultimate asset is the power to overturn the entire game.

"So, Professor, aren't my insights commendable?"

Looking at Sand Gold's smug face, Professor Ladio's expression flashed with disbelief. He spoke calmly:

"What you said... isn't just nonsense?"

.........

Elio's script is like fate, with each character playing their part according to the pre-planned plot.

The robin is dead.

This is a crucial climax in the play, which reverses the previously separated fates of the characters and brings them together.

The character holding the script continuously drives the plot forward, while the other main characters follow him step by step toward the truth, or become entangled in deeper mysteries.

In order to investigate the death of the robin, the train crew took on a family investigation assignment.

They split into two groups, one going to investigate the robin's death. Only Walter remained, encountering the woman with the familiar face—Yellow Springs.

"I'm afraid I don't need to introduce myself, Miss Huang Quan. You are now a well-known figure at Pinocchio."

"Oh? What did they say?"

Looking at Walter, who was staring at him with a wary and complicated expression, Huang Quan spoke calmly.

"Some claim you are the real culprit behind the serial murders—the Annihilation Gang members who came to the banquet also died tragically at your hands. Now, you are trying to stir up another bloodbath in Pinocchio."

Upon hearing this accusation, Huang Quan simply shook his head calmly.

"Quite a few suspicious individuals have come at the invitation. Do they really think... a long sword is more dangerous than the black hole in your hand? Besides..."

Huang Quan recalled the image of Lin Yuan he had seen before, along with the tangible and intangible aura of annihilation surrounding him.

“There are guys who are even more dangerous than us.”

"A very keen intuition; even the family hasn't revealed the true nature of this cane."

Walter ignored the other person's reminder. His attention was focused entirely on the Yellow Springs before him.

"So you know very well, Miss Huang Quan, that peering into a black hole is not a wise move. As a potentially dangerous individual, your understanding of us has reached an unsettling level—"

Reveal your true identity and state your purpose. Otherwise, I suggest you prepare to be torn apart by gravity!

Seeing Walter's serious expression, Huang Quan thought to himself:

"I'm sorry, but peering into a black hole is definitely not a wise move. I can no longer feel any joy in the void."

"I'm here to seek cooperation with you."

Huang Quan said this.

............

At this moment, both the family and the dangerous figures are drawing everyone's attention.

After offering the enthusiastic girl a small drink of sweet juice, Lin Yuan bid her farewell and began exploring the beautiful campus alone.

Compared to the game, this world-renowned school is much larger in area and scale.

The long, winding avenue of dreams stretches as far as the eye can see, with a spacious central stage and various spectacular sets in the style of Sulta.

Of course, the little monkey sleeping on the banana is also a must-see.

Along the way, Lin Yuan saw monkey plush toys, monkey murals on the walls, monkey T-shirts worn by students, and...

Passing by a stage, I saw a group of students singing and dancing to catchy, repetitive music. The music was so infectious it was almost mindless.

"Banana, banana, banana, a little island full of bananas, banana, the love nest of the banana-sleeping monkey, banana, after eating bananas, banana, sleep, banana, happy and carefree banana..."

Crazy music accompanied crazy dance moves; everyone seemed to have lost themselves in the moment, going all out.

This scene, brimming with enthusiasm and youthfulness, immediately attracted more participants, and soon, an indescribable sense of satisfaction appeared on the faces of every dancer.

"Hmph, how foolish."

Not far away, under the shade of a tree, a young man watched this scene and shook his head.

"Why don't you go up and join them? You seem a bit out of place."

Lin Yuan walked up to him and asked curiously.

Upon hearing the question, the young man glanced at him but did not choose to hide anything:

"I am the president of the Anti-Sleeping Banana Monkey Association. It is heartbreaking to see this beautiful campus being poisoned by this kind of culture!"

"Oh, isn't it wonderful to be so free, carefree, and full of energy?"

"Okay? Our association was originally the Origami University Popular Culture Club, but after that Sleeping Banana Club was established, they started cracking down on all related clubs."

Not only did they steal the vast majority of my club members, but those damned guys also publicly humiliated me!!

The young man's face showed an expression of extreme resentment.

"Tell me in detail how you humiliated me?"

Lin Yuan was quite interested.

"..." Upon hearing this, the young man clenched his fist and lowered his head.

"Want revenge?" A leisurely voice suddenly came from beside me.

"What do you mean?" The young man suddenly raised his head and met Lin Yuan's eyes.

Those eyes were deep and indifferent, yet deep within them, a light was shining.

"To defeat one culture, you need another culture to replace it. To weaken the influence of one meme, you need another meme."

The light shone brightly in the young man's pupils, and some kind of meme was appearing.

Why not choose to... praise the sun?

..........

Chapter 300 Banana Fight

On stage, the students were still swaying their bodies to the catchy music.

In this dream, they seemed tireless, desperately trying to showcase this trend.

"Banana banana banana".

"This is absolutely fantastic!"

"Jiaojiao, I want to join too."

Many students watching from below the stage were caught up in the lively atmosphere and eagerly wanted to join in.

In front of the screen, a prospective member of the Sleeping Banana Club, wearing a monkey headgear, watched the scenes unfold, a smile appearing beneath the headgear.

With such a smooth spread of monkey culture, he will soon be officially promoted and gain the appreciation of his assistants.

Just then, a figure suddenly ran to the front of the stage. His voice was so loud that it momentarily drowned out the speakers behind him.

"OK, guys, all eyes on me, I have something to announce—"

He stood with his legs together, his hands raised diagonally upwards with palms facing outwards.

"Classmates, stop with the sleeping banana monkey nonsense! In this sunny moment, do you want to find peace of mind? Do you want to escape the heavy pressure of schoolwork? Do you want to reject internal conflict and seek self-discovery? Come and praise the sun with me!"

As the words fell, the audience members looked at each other in bewilderment.

Behind him, the students on the stage continued to sing and dance, their voices instantly drowned out by the catchy "Sleeping Banana Song".

Looking at the figure below the stage with arms raised, the prospective member wearing the monkey head mask narrowed his eyes and recognized the other person.

"Oh ho, so that's who it is. Turns out, just a loser who refused to study bananas. What, you're not convinced?"

He gave a cold laugh.

But he didn't notice that after the young man finished shouting, many students suddenly caught a glimmer of light in their eyes.

The light wasn't particularly bright, but after the students who had gathered around saw it, the mumbling "banana banana" in their minds subsided, replaced by a bright light—

The light was like a purple sun, formless and intangible, yet it swept away all the noise around us and even eliminated our daily troubles.

"Oh my god, it really works."

"I felt a long-lost peace."

"My inspiration for building my dream is rising!"

"Excuse me, is this a new form of meditation?"

Seeing the students crowding around him, the president of the former Pop Culture Club, now renamed the Praise the Sun Club, smiled sincerely, his face radiant with sunshine.

"Friends, please join me in praising the sun. Let me introduce you to the sun of Pinocene, the creator of the sun's moments. Praise the sun with me!"

"Oh, praise the sun!"

A unified voice rang out, and a group of people followed suit, leaving. The students who had gathered around the stage vanished without a trace.

"What kind of organization is this? It's a cult! You guys are a cult!"

The member of the Sleeping Banana Club wearing a monkey headgear voiced his complaint! Watching the crowd leave, he quickly told his assistant to follow.

He then ran off the stage and headed towards the teaching building.

We must report this to the assistants immediately; someone is illegally proselytizing on campus!

..........

Not far away, Lin Yuan watched this scene and couldn't help but ponder.

It seems that the method of using memes to cover memes is indeed effective. Moreover, this isn't a simple meme—it's layered with the power of mystery and memory.