Order French fries at Shuchiin

Have something to eat in the morning, and then... go to the Railway Museum. I heard that there are more than thirty retired trains from various eras indoors and outdoors.

This is the essence of railway development over the past century, and mechanical products can naturally inspire men's deepest love, and Xing Yuanhui is no exception.

But speaking of it, after putting my luggage at the hotel last night, I walked around the city but didn't see anything refreshing. It turned out that the gorgeous neon lights of the city night scene were a bit boring after seeing them too much. The restaurant I randomly chose didn't quite suit my eating habits.

The eel rice we had yesterday was good, but he didn't like the sauce on the rice. It looked too sticky and he didn't want to eat it. Of course, excluding his psychological factors, the taste was still good, salty with a hint of sweetness, and the meat was delicate.

Well, thinking about food, I can still have the buffet for breakfast in the hotel, but what about lunch?

Looking at the busy streets outside the window, young and beautiful people walk together into various restaurants.

Is there any revelation from God? Xing Yuanhui tried to hook up the system and figure it out.

The system didn't say anything. It was probably tired of hearing him complain about what to eat every day, so it simply ignored him.

After washing up, I returned the doorman's key and walked out of the hotel carrying my bags.

Looking at the street, Xing Yuanhui couldn't help but sigh again.

He thought: If it doesn't work, please drag those three pink-haired guys out for a walk again. They helped me find my place yesterday, and maybe they can tell me what to eat for breakfast today.

He walked to the parking lot, put his luggage away, removed the lock on his bike, and then he jumped on his bike and rode away.

By the way, I passed by the place where Sanfenmao parked his car yesterday, but the car was gone.

It seems like we are really not destined to meet. His car was clearly here when he came out to sweep the streets yesterday. I walked back and forth in this circle several times but didn’t meet him by chance.

Whatever, it doesn't matter if we have no chance to meet. When we get to Shuchiin, as long as Fujiwara no Toyotomi doesn't come out and there's nothing to worry about, we can just pretend we haven't met.

After riding for a while, I couldn't really choose, so I found a Chinese breakfast shop on the roadside and ordered vermicelli buns, red bean paste buns and soy milk. Apart from anything else, eating something hot in the morning can really help you regain your energy, but Western bread is not so good, it's all cold.

In order to solve the problem of food and clothing, Xing Yuanhui rode all the way to the Railway Museum. Going early has its advantages. If the museum did not open early, it would also be possible to consider preparing in the early morning like on the first day of departure.

He found a place to store things at the entrance of the museum and stuffed his bag in. Fortunately, the lockers here were quite large, otherwise, for the sake of theft prevention and peace of mind, he would have to bear the brunt of the situation and carry a large bag to become the most handsome guy in the place.

Feeling relaxed after putting down his heavy burden, Xing Yuanhui walked through the museum gate and into the venue, where he was amazed by the various trains.

But don't forget that Xing Yuanhui is actually two people. According to the general writing process, it is the contradiction that drives the development of the plot.

And it just so happens that if one person is happy, the other will be unhappy.

"So, these are the railways you've always dreamed of?" The system's voice was calm, just like those times when girls asked them to go out to buy clothes, thinking it was a date but actually going to appreciate the comfort of the sofas in various stores, it sounded listless.

Xing Yuanhui looked at the C51 steam locomotive and exclaimed that it was handsome. Facing the doubts from the system, he asked puzzledly: "Why? Are you not satisfied? Looking at this appearance, don't you think it's cool?"

He tried to describe its beauty with words: "Look at this sexy industrial style. The dark exterior highlights its dominance. Such a wonderful mechanical structure is full of the feeling of having gone through the vicissitudes of time. How can you not say something like 'Wow, so cool~'?"

"Wow, so cool~." Very flattering, very asking for a beating, and sarcastic, which reminded him of the three idiots of Teidan who he hated more and more now.

Fortunately, no one else could hear the system's voice. If someone heard this, wouldn't Xing Yuanhui be politely asked to leave?

"You are of the same origin, so please don't express your emotions so bluntly, okay?"

"Who is born from the same root as this big black iron?" The system was a little excited. "You don't think I'm a mechanical structure, do you?"

"It's not because of you that you use a Cybertron accent?" Xing Yuanhui was shocked, "Don't tell me it's because you watched Transformers every day before I became your host, right?"

"I..." Now I say that it's because the kids next to Xing Yuanhui's room watched the movie at night and became fans of Optimus Prime. Isn't that too lame? "I'm too lazy to tell you!"

Xing Yuanhui sighed and said, "Hey, we are no longer the same as your system, which doesn't know how to appreciate classics."

"Why are you adding drama? If the system didn't insist on following the host, we would have been different people long ago." If the system had eyes, it believed that it could kill the host with this look that had been brewing for several years.

Xing Yuanhui was silent. He felt that this was not good for their relationship. As the saying goes, a horse must be fed with grass before it can run. If the system is happy, then I will be happy too. A system that keeps complaining is annoying.

What's more, this is a daily story. If there are always contradictions, won't the classification go towards romance in a minute? No, no, no, absolutely not. He didn't enjoy the mud truck when he traveled through time. As everyone knows, romance and mud trucks have a very good relationship, and the system cannot be given a possible opportunity to make up for it.

Taking the opportunity to observe the train, Xing Yuanhui took the time to think.

After walking around the venue, he seemed to have a plan in mind, and said, "How disappointing! Are you just going to abandon me like this? Shouldn't you recommend some special services to me at this time? As a system, you should have your own qualities. You are not professional."

"Special service?" The system was excited to hear this. This might be a challenge to its image of itself as a perfect assistant. "Oh? So, according to you, what should I do now?"

"Just say a few words to me, keep us in a good mood, and tell me a piece of mechanical development history that you know but I don't. After arousing my interest, tell me, 'Do you want to achieve such development? Do you want to see the Gundam soar into the sky with your own eyes? Then quickly order the knowledge of the other world from me. It's only 998 now. You won't lose anything if you buy it, and you won't be cheated!' Isn't that good?"

"There's this trick? Don't you never fall for it when watching TV?" The system was surprised.

"How can the system on TV compare with yours, sir? It seems that you are not very clear about your own value. As a..."

After a round of enthusiastic flattery, the atmosphere between the two became harmonious, as if they had just met nine years ago. That vibrant and prosperous scene was still before their eyes.

Xing Yuanhui thought to himself, system, oh system, you are really a bit stupid. You are happy just because I say happy.

Hey, it’s all for our wonderful trip to Tokyo. I can’t be happy with a nagging woman in my head. Don’t blame me for bullying a fool.

A hearty laugh came from the system. "Hahaha, Lord Xingyuan is right. Anyone who can point out my faults to my face should be rewarded!"

"Ha, the system is very generous. I'll dare to offer a reward." The atmosphere was right, and Xing Yuanhui couldn't help but bow with his hands.

Passersby thought that Xing Yuanhui was a follower of the Mechanicus and was using Eastern etiquette to please the Machine Soul.

"Okay, okay, then what do you want?" Xing Yuanhui could imagine the system fanning itself.

"It suddenly occurred to me that there is something called a D-wheel. Isn't it just the right alternative to our means of transportation? Just think about it, with it, can't we travel around the world and go anywhere?"

The system paused for a moment, probably searching for what Round D is. After a moment, it replied, "Right, well said. Your words today are like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun. Isn't it just the production knowledge of Round D? Let's find a place and I'll give it to you. It's just that some clinical reactions are inevitable. I told you and you know it. Relax, it's normal to feel dizzy."

When he first came to this world, the system confessed to him that cheating requires a small price, and it's not a big deal, just a close contact with Mother Earth (not really).

At that time, the system had just helped Xing Yuanhui to build a body based on the information from his previous life and settled him down. However, he was slow to wake up, and people thought that his body was not in good enough, so the system gave him the "body strengthening" function.

Although I know the system means well, the adaptation process of the soul and body has not yet been completed. The system's behavior is equivalent to starting a live broadcast while the computer system is barely running the game at full load, and it ends up freezing.

This was the real reason why Xing Yuanhui felt dizzy when he first came to this world. If the dean hadn't picked him up and brought him back to the room after he had lost his soul, the system might have grown a fish tail for him out of fear that he would drown in the sea.

"Haha, although the D round is the key, I actually want you to be my assistant for the D round."

Cheating has negative effects, so if I treat the system as an intelligent blueprint AI, wouldn't I be spared from physical pain? Why would I suffer a dizzy spell and lie dead on the bed?

"Okay, of course... Uh? What? Assistant? Shouldn't you be asking for a complete set of D-round industrial knowledge processes?"

Isn't it better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish? Are you going to make a decision that goes against our ancestors?

"Of course I want a complete set of industrial knowledge processes for the D round, but I need you as my assistant to help me sort out all the details." One meeting will be enough, I think the intelligence of the system should be not low.

The system didn't reply again. Xing Yuanhui thought that he had to strike while the iron was hot and send the system on board this pirate ship at the critical moment of its hesitation.

Xing Yuanhui said patiently: "Think about it, as an assistant, you will play an indelible role in the preparation of Round D. In this process, the most important thing is to cultivate a tacit understanding between us. Don't you want this sense of participation? Only by truly experiencing cooperation can you fully experience the true meaning of sharing weal and woe!"

Upon hearing Xing Yuanhui's idea, the system clapped its hands and cheered, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Good, good, you are worthy of it. This is how we can work together."

"Of course, I believe that with your wisdom, we can definitely make the best D round!"

Thinking affects reality, Xing Yuanhui couldn't help but raise his right hand and clench his fist. This posture made the passing tourists avoid the young man who was unreasonably motivated.

"Then I will be your assistant! But I need some time to learn. Although it's strange to say this, as a system, if I want to use the knowledge given to the host, I can't just open it directly like I would give the knowledge to the host. Our system has limitations here. If you want to understand or know something, you can only rely on yourself."

The system is supplementing its own settings. It turns out that it is not really AI and still needs to learn.

No wonder it's so gullible.

"It's okay, there's no rush. I don't even have a motorcycle driver's license. Although I doubt whether the D round can be put on the road, let's work together."

After this battle, everyone had a satisfactory result. The system finally had its own work to do and no longer had to watch him every day, and he gained knowledge of the other world without having to be knocked out. This was a win-win situation.

After agreeing, the system soon fell silent. Perhaps it was taking advantage of this opportunity to study Round D, and it didn't respond even when called several times.

There was no other way, he could only reluctantly go on the tour alone.

Time passed quickly. To be honest, Xing Yuanhui was not used to not arguing with the system. Perhaps this was the inferiority of human beings. They would look for something to do when there was nothing to do, but would not want to do something when there was something to do. However, after shifting his attention from arguing with the system to the real world, he found that this place was more suitable for all ages than he had imagined.

There were more children than adults in this railway museum, and it was obvious that the people present were either bringing children or men just hanging out. However, these men were a little different, either wearing a black hat or with a little girl wearing a black hat, with black hair, red eyes, and black clothes on their clothes.

Hmm? If you look closely, aren't the hats on those men's heads the same as the hats on their clothes?

They went straight to the Type 8620 steam locomotive and talked about the parameters in such detail and seriousness that one could not help but sigh that they were professionals. If they could change their clothes, they would be on par with the tour guides in the venue. Unfortunately, they could not do that.

Looking at the intimidating men, Xing Yuanhui stopped and retreated three points.

Chapter 7: A suspected blond old friend comes

No longer paying attention to the otakus who seemed to be coming to the Railway Museum for pilgrimage. Xing Yuanhui looked around the venue and was thinking about what to see next when he noticed a middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds, looking deeply into the distance.

He had blond hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a museum work uniform, but passers-by walked past him, as if this uncle was some horrible beast or a blond vampire, and few people consulted him.

Just like how I just fooled the system without controlling my words and actions, I was bypassed.

Xing Yuanhui recalled his action of seemingly giving a mechanical salute to the train just now.

With a mysterious feeling of grief for the loss of the rabbit, the boy leaned over and wanted to ask the uncle if there were any other places worth visiting that he had not visited, so as to give some comfort to this uncle who was full of stories at first glance.

Who would have thought that this middle-aged man's anti-tracking ability was so strong. He was originally standing at the corner with his back to Xing Yuanhui, but when Xing Yuanhui walked towards him, he turned into the corner.

Xing Yuanhui naturally followed him into the corner, but after turning the corner, what he saw was an empty aisle and the uncle disappeared.

It was like a horror movie. The boy was completely calm.

The boy took a few steps back and looked back but didn't see the uncle.

But just when Xing Yuanhui turned around, he felt someone approaching on the road that was supposed to be deserted.

Turning around again, he saw the middle-aged man leaning against the wall, his left hand across his chest, his right hand resting on his forehead, artificially creating a shadow to slightly cover his eyes. He looked at him and said, "You are the one looking at me, right? Tourist? Is there anything I can help you with?"

The first half of the sentence sounded full and powerful in his low and magnetic voice, which reminded Xing Yuanhui of the beautiful Egyptian woman who died in Egypt.

He just missed the second half of the sentence. Perhaps because of work considerations, his tone suddenly became gentle and a smile appeared on his face.

Do you choose work over being cool? But uncle, your JOJO stand is quite cool, with blond hair and a deep voice, you look like that man.

But on second thought, maybe this is why no tourists come to consult him? If every tourist gets hit by Dio when they want to ask him a question, I think even if they are not scared, the questions they want to ask will be swallowed back into their stomachs.

And there are a lot of children here, will they recognize it and catch the joke? Do children nowadays still watch JOJO? Will they think the wrinkles on the uncle's face look like Araki lines?

Xing Yuanhui stopped his random thoughts and asked, "Well, yes, although I have already walked around and roughly looked at the collection, I still want to ask if there are any places I must visit. It would be a pity if I missed anything."

"Haha, I see. Then I recommend you to try the train driving simulator. Although it's just a simulation, you can better understand the functions of the buttons on the front of the train. And..."

Well, although the person looks scary, the suggestion is very good. There may just be some minor problems in the execution.

In fact, Xing Yuanhui was not unaware that there was a place to experience simulated driving, but there were unexpectedly many children here, and their enthusiasm was endless. Such a fun place was already crowded with people and long queues when Xing Yuanhui was teaching the system.

Look, those burly men with cartoon characters on their hats or clothes are either squatting in the corner biting their handkerchiefs, or they can only line up obediently and do nothing.

He explained why he didn't go to the simulator and said, "There are probably too many kids over there. As someone who is about to enter high school, will I not be laughed at by the kids and their guardians if I line up there?"

And psychologically, he really didn't want to get close to children, let alone be among a group of children.

It’s numb. Their winter vacation homework is all about observing and studying railway trains. Are they here to make up for their homework now?

"Only those who overcome fear can be called people standing at the top. Well, follow me." The middle-aged man waved his hand, motioning Xing Yuanhui to follow him.

"Eh?" He didn't understand why the man wanted him to follow him. There couldn't be an employee passage, right? Forget it, just follow him and see. It wouldn't be cutting in line, right? Wouldn't the kids make a scene?

They walked to the simulated train, and the middle-aged man asked Xing Yuanhui to wait a moment while he went to talk to the staff at the queue.

After a while, he came back and waved his hand to signal Xing Yuanhui to continue following him.

But this time Xing Yuanhui was unwilling to do so, and said hesitantly: "Well, cutting in line is a bit..."

"Cutting the line?" He shook his head and said, "No, I just asked if you could watch from behind while the kid was operating. It's better to ask about things like this, after all, I'm just here to help out temporarily."

Then why did you bring me here with such confidence? Is this the poker face of an adult? But it's good to have a look.

While walking on the road, in order not to be bored, Xing Yuanhui brought up the topic and asked: "Is it just temporary? I think your volunteer ability is quite strong, uncle."

"It's just some experience. Okay, you follow that staff member to take a look. I'm going back to where I was to continue working." A staff member came towards him and nodded to the uncle.

Xing Yuanhui hurriedly thanked him, and he waved his hand in response and left.

After the tour, Xing Yuanhui wanted to find the middle-aged man to give him some drinks to express his gratitude, but he couldn't find him.

As he didn't have much time - he had to drive into downtown Tokyo in the afternoon - he wouldn't even have time for lunch if he stayed any longer, so he had no choice but to leave.

After he left the museum and retrieved his bag, he saw two girls with bright pink hair riding bicycles on the road before he could even savor his gains. The license plate on the back of their bicycles revealed their identities. They were the two girls with bright pink hair from the Fujiwara family.

Unless their car was stolen today, he wouldn't have made a mistake. He was looking for it nearby yesterday.