Star Railway, starting as Kiana

On March 7th, watching Kiana calmly recounting the scenes representing scene transitions while holding a stack of scripts, he couldn't help but nudge her.

"Qibao, what are you doing again?"

"It's nothing, it's just that seeing how much fun Rick is having as a director has made me interested too."

"Interested in becoming a director?"

"No, I'm interested in providing narration for everyone."

Kiana even gave it a special demonstration for March 7th.

"Amidst the peaceful school anniversary celebrations, with the disappearance of the Sleeping Banana Monkey, a new mascot has once again become popular at Origami University. This time, who's plotting against us?"

March 7th quickly interrupted Kiana and snatched the script from her hands.

But when March 7th saw that the script in Kiana's hand was just a neatly bound sheet of white paper, he rolled his eyes.

"Qibao, stop fooling around, what if..."

"Pouring itself across the universe, nine thousand eyes gleam over thirty thousand barrels and sixty thousand arms. Its power prevents the barrels from rusting, and its gaze brings life to the inorganic world."

At first glance, this description sounds as if it were recounting the power of a star god.

However, upon closer examination...

桶？

It shouldn't be what I think.

Meanwhile, the student who called himself the envoy of the bucket was still telling everyone about the greatness of the bucket.

"Whether it's a gold bucket, a silver bucket, a trash can, or a toilet, the Bucket King treats all his subjects equally."

"Do you see this iron bucket next to me? This is the Bucket King's sacred object in the human world, the rusted divine body of the robe before it embarked on the path of the bucket."

"As long as you sincerely believe in the Bucket King, any wish you have will be granted, and all your illnesses will be cured. Even just touching this iron bucket will bring you good luck."

However, no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary trash can.

If I had to say something, it would be that although this trash can shows signs of rust and wear, it is very well preserved, and you can even see the metallic luster on it.

It's as if someone had polished and oiled this trash can not long ago.

The other party was still introducing the greatness of the "King of Buckets", and since there was no charge, many students gathered around out of curiosity.

"The divine body descended by the King of the Trash Cans will bear the corresponding suffering for you as long as you join the Trash Can Society."

"Therefore, the divine body descended by the Bucket King will allow you to bear the corresponding suffering as long as you throw money into this iron bucket."

Many people were tempted by what they heard.

After all, you can receive blessings without paying a price, simply by joining a club?

Besides, even if it's fake, no one will suffer any loss.

Upon arriving here, many people are already eager to try it out.

"Everyone is actually a bucket, just with a human body on top. When you embark on the path of becoming an iron bucket, you will shed your disguise and reveal your true self."

"When all of humanity becomes an ironclad fortress, true paradise will descend."

The other person became more and more excited as they spoke, and their whole demeanor was like that of a pilgrim, with their hands clasped together, bowing to the trash can in front of them as a gesture of devotion!

"Come, take your first step and become the disciple of the Bucket King!"

"Join the Trash Can Society, and you'll become a metal can sooner and arrive by their side."

After he finished speaking, many people filled out membership applications and joined the Trash Can Society.

March 7, who had been watching all this from the sidelines, placed the back of his right hand on his forehead.

"That's strange, I don't have a fever. I think I saw a strange club."

Remembering Kiana's words, March Seven suddenly pulled Kiana away from the current trash can club, as if afraid the other side would hear, and stood on tiptoe to whisper in Kiana's ear:

"Qibao, look! A really weird club has appeared. Is it another Dr. Trash Can? Should we call Potio and Ranpo over first?"

In just a short time, the Trash Can Society grew rapidly, even showing a similar growth trend to the Sleeping Banana Society.

Seeing this, March 7th became even more certain that this must be a trash can version of the "Sleeping Banana Society".

It was at this moment that the mastermind behind Trash Can Company slowly emerged.

Upon seeing the president of the Trash Can Club, March Seven's eyes instantly cleared up.

She finally understood why Kiana didn't seem surprised by Eden's reaction, but instead watched the farce unfold with a calm expression.

"Qibao, you should have told us in advance that Xing is the president of the Trash Can Club!"

"Ugh! How embarrassing!"

Kiana shrugged. "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, but the problem is, weren't you there when Hoshi mentioned starting the club? Have you forgotten?"

Thinking back on March 7th, it seems, maybe, probably...

"It seems that there really is such a thing?"

On March 7th, I remembered that when I was in the dormitory, I was acting silly and shutting myself in my room. It seemed that Xing was holding the club's establishment documents and member list.

Xing had invited her at the time, but March 7th declined because she was too ashamed and withdrawn.

"Waaah! Qibao, you don't think we're stupid, do you?"

"No, why would you think that?"

Just as March 7th was about to feel happy, she heard the member who had been in charge of publicity suddenly shout, "Don't worry about feeling it, that's right, yes, that's it, that's it."

As for what the other person said later, such as "You have received the blessing of the Bucket King...", March 7th couldn't hear anything at all.

Kiana didn't chase after March 7, who had escaped.

After all, it's better to let March 7th have some peace and quiet. If I were to follow her like this, she would probably become even more shy.

Unexpectedly, March 7th, who was supposed to be extremely excited and had started preparing in advance, was not the one enjoying this campus time the most. On the contrary, Xing is now enjoying campus life immensely.

Perhaps even after the group leaves, the rumors about Hoshi will continue to circulate at Origami University.

After all, he was the first supporter of the Bucket King and also the first messenger of the Bucket King.

In the Starry Sky Train family's group chat, Himeko, who had just finished an academic seminar and stepped out of the venue, had just taken out her phone when she saw messages from the little ones.

Himeko hadn't expected that such a big thing would happen in such a short time.

After scanning all the information, Himeko picked up her phone and sent a message in the group.

Himeko: Our academic seminar has ended. I haven't checked my phone. How are things going? (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Chizha Yue Erhai O Fish Cat: (Eight things) are all over, everything is normal, and the wine has been used to make the Bucket King's order, the first generation supporter of the Bucket King.

Jizi:?

Walter Young: ?

Pam: ?

Chapter 635 President, Trash Can Club can't lose you!

With the help of the reminiscences, everything that happened at Origami University seems like a dream, known only to a few of the parties involved.

For most other residents of Origami University and Dream Reef, it was simply a matter of witnessing the rapid rise and fall of a traffic-driven entity.

Of course, besides Rick, a certain Black Swan, who was still sulking, also participated in the cleanup work of this incident.

"Honestly, they don't invite me to the fun parts, but they remember me when it's time to wrap things up."

Although that's what the Black Swan said, she actually enjoyed it.

After all, as a memory user, her greatest pleasure is to find the fragments that interest her from countless memories.

Of course*, because of what happened before Q, Black Swan was much more honest and didn't try to spy on anything, at least not the memories of the train crew.

However, the absence of spying does not mean that no modifications were made.

Just like the existence of that "Strongest Pioneer Envoy" who has already left, he has been erased from everyone's memory.

"Expansion Envoy? There are envoys for expansion? Let me see."

Then, the black swan regretted it.

Black Swan seemed to have been contaminated by memes, its lips curling up incessantly. If Kiana hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings while chatting with others, and hadn't noticed Black Swan's abnormality and woke it up, there might have been one less Memory Traveler and one more Joy Traveler on the train.

However, the ability of black swans to step on landmines is on a conceptual level.

Or is it that she's just incompatible with Pinocchio?

Back when she first arrived at the Daydream Hotel, she invited Huang Quan to dance at the party. After peeking into his memories, she almost got her hair plucked, and when it ended, she was covered in a cold sweat.

Then there's Kiana. Recalling that purple planet that resembled an eye, and the imaginary energy that was omnipresent and extremely corrosive in Kiana's consciousness space, Black Swan now has a habit of rubbing her neck to make sure it hasn't been broken when she goes to sleep.

This time, the Black Swan went even further and had a close encounter with a memory left behind by a Star God, and it was the most carefree one among the oldest Star Gods.

Seeing the black swan looking frightened, Himeko, who had just returned from a seminar and arrived at Origami University, couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright? Are you too tired?"

"I'm fine, I just had some strange memories."

Black Swan didn't continue speaking, so Himeko didn't ask any further questions.

Just like what Pam and Himeko said when each nameless passenger first boarded the train.

Every anonymous passenger has their own untold past and secrets they don't want to tell others, and the train will embrace every anonymous passenger.

This statement also applies to the Black Swan, which temporarily joined the train at Pinocchio and had not yet undertaken any pioneering work.

Black Swan's work efficiency skyrocketed instantly, startling Rick, who was on the other side of Dream Reef, who was responsible for adjusting memory quality and modifying everyone's memories.

"Wouldn't we be considered unsung heroes once again?"

"As a student, I study during the day and at night I put on a cloak and a mask to eliminate the lurking evil ninja, Yu Yuan? Wow, if there's a scene of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress, it's just like a novel!"

"Hmm? Little March, are you studying?"

"My wife (and son, you actually suspect me! Even though Teacher Jiu praised me for being very talented!)!"

Himeko looked at March Seven with affection. She naturally believed what March Seven said. Although March Seven usually had an innocent appearance, he was extremely talented. As long as he wanted to learn, there was nothing he couldn't do.

And it seems that everyone else in the train crew feels the same way.

"Alright, Miss Robin is coming to hold the opening ceremony for the new round of school anniversary celebrations. Let's hurry up, or we won't be able to get a front-row seat."

Speaking of robins, Kiana recalled the scene when robins led everyone in DJing at Dream Reef.

Because of the participation of robins in the school anniversary celebration, students and teachers who were originally not very interested in the opening ceremony immediately came to the vicinity of the stage.

This resulted in the stage being packed with people when the group arrived. It was difficult to even stand in front of the stage, let alone get a good spot.

And this is the true strength of a world-class singer!

"Qibao, what should we do?!"

Seeing this, Kiana coughed twice.

"Ahem, everyone, calm down a bit. Don't crowd like this, or we might cause a stampede and inconvenience to Miss Robin."

Kiana's voice wasn't loud; in fact, it was very soft, yet it easily reached everyone's minds.

The previously noisy scene instantly quieted down. No one continued to make noise; instead, they settled into their positions and remained silent.

At the very front of the stage, there was a large, empty space.

"Let's go."

It wasn't until Kiana pulled him to the front row of the stage that March Seven snapped out of his daze and looked at Kiana with admiration: "Wow, Kiana, you're so amazing!"

Although others didn't say it, they also felt the same sentiment as March 7th.

However, the robin, who was walking on the path of harmony and had not yet appeared, and the black swan, who was the one who remembered, noticed that Kiana's words just now had a strange magic that subtly changed everyone's perception.

"Could it be that Kiana is also a Memory User?"

"Could it be that Kiana can also tune instruments?"

School Anniversary Dividing Line

The group had only arrived in Pinocchio on short notice, and Pam, who was on the train, noticed that several days had passed in the blink of an eye. To prevent energy depletion, the group needed to board the train within seven days to begin a new expedition.

So, although March 7th hadn't fully enjoyed all of campus life, she had to board the train with some regrets.