I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Estella nodded, picked up Pepe, and turned to walk towards the control room.

Pepe perched on Estella's shoulder, calling out to Sumire before leaving.

Qiye can't understand dog language right now because she just took it off.

But he always felt that the bark contained a dog's utter contempt for humans.

Estelle's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and March 7's smile vanished instantly.

She turned around, put her hands on her hips, and faced the two clowns in front of her.

I took a deep breath and spent a full three seconds gathering my emotions.

"You two!"

Can't they act like members of the Star Train at all?!

"I'm a newbie who just joined."

Qi Ye raised his hand.

"I just joined too."

Xing also raised her hand.

"Then you should have some self-awareness as a newcomer!!!"

The sound of March 7th echoed throughout the corridor.

"A man knelt on the ground and begged a rich woman to take care of him."

One person clings to a powerful figure and complains that they don't want to work hard.

Are you two here to embarrass yourselves?!

You've ruined the reputation of our Star Train!

And you, Qi Ye, when you were arguing with Pei Pei just now, did you forget that you're not a dog?!

"You're a grown man, arguing with a dog and losing! Don't you feel ashamed?!"

“The dog started it,” Xing interjected.

"Dogs don't have hands!" March 7 roared back.

"Yes, so it was the one that moved its mouth first."

Qiye and Xing spoke almost simultaneously, and after they finished speaking, they looked at each other and exchanged glances.

That look probably translates to, "We've got great chemistry, bro."

On March 7th, a vein throbbed on his forehead.

She hadn't had a chance to continue her lecture.

Xing had turned to Qiye, tilting her head, and spoke in an extremely innocent tone:

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't lost the argument with the dog..."

I won't get scolded by March 7th for speaking up for you.

You have to compensate me for my emotional distress.

"When did you speak up for me?"

Qi Ye's eyes widened.

"You explained my defeat the whole time!"

On March 7th, I watched as this pair of lively characters started arguing again, one after the other.

They didn't take her reprimand seriously at all, and seemed to have even forgotten that she was standing there.

Her eyes went from angry to numb.

Then he suddenly raised both hands and punched each of them on the head at the same time.

"what!!!"

"Shut up! Now, right now, come with me to the cafeteria for lunch!"

March 7th withdrew his fist, took a deep breath, and pointed ahead in the corridor with an uncompromising tone.

"You two, go ahead."

No whispering, no sneaky actions, and no looting.

Especially you, Star.

Xing touched the top of her head where she had been hit, then looked at March 7's face, which was practically steaming, and wisely refrained from arguing back.

She walked to Qiye's side, and the two of them obediently walked ahead.

March 7th followed behind, arms crossed, staring at the backs of the two men like a prisoner being escorted.

Dan Heng had already left to do his own thing.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of three people's footsteps.

Halfway there, a clerk was walking towards us from around the corner, dragging a silver-gray suitcase.

The box's exterior gleamed under the corridor lights.

The clerk kept looking down at his portable terminal as he walked, completely unaware that someone was in front of him.

Xing's eyes lit up.

She shoved Qi Ye aside, rushed to the clerk in three strides, and grabbed the suitcase.

The clerk was startled and almost dropped the terminal.

"This box."

Xing crouched down, gripped the edge of the suitcase with both hands, looked up at the clerk, and her eyes shone.

"It's glowing. Is it a treasure chest?"

"Oh? No, these are my spare clothes."

The clerk looked completely bewildered.

"A treasure chest will not say that it is a treasure chest."

Xing nodded confidently and began to pry open the combination lock on the box.

"There must be something good inside. I'll open it for you."

"No, no, wait a minute, that's really my personal property, the password is 000... No, don't actually open it!"

The clerk reached out to stop her, but Xing moved too quickly.

The combination lock clicked open, and the lid of the box flipped open.

Several changes of uniforms were neatly folded inside.

A spare pair of slippers, and something with a rather unique design.

The label is still on it, so it looks like it just arrived.

Xing frowned.

She poked the thing with her index finger, picked it up from the pile of clothes, and looked at it over and over.

Then he turned to look at Qiye, his expression full of confusion.

"Good man, what is this?"

Qiye was leaning against the wall watching the spectacle when she heard this, and her gaze swept over the thing that Xing was carrying.

He was completely stunned.

His smile vanished from his face at a visible speed, and he quickly spoke up to stop him.

"You, you put it down right now!"

"why?"

Xing tilted her head and pinched that thing again.

"It feels nice to the touch. Is this some kind of stress-relieving toy?"

The clerk's face was already flushed red, his hands were waving wildly in front of him, and he stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"Th-those are my personal belongings! Please give them back to me!"

Why hide personal belongings in a suitcase?

Xing's logic remains as peculiar as ever.

"Moreover, using 000 as a password does not prevent theft at all."

This thing of yours doesn't look durable at all. What is it exactly?

"Yes Yes……"

The clerk's mouth opened and closed, and the redness on his face spread from his cheeks to his ears, and then from his ears to his neck.

His gaze darted between Xing, Qiye, and March 7th, as if searching for someone who could help him explain.

Qi Ye spoke with a look of grim determination.

He feared that if he didn't speak up, Xingneng would disassemble the device on the spot to study its internal structure.

"Xing, that thing in your hand isn't some kind of stress-relieving toy."

It's something a man uses on a lonely night...

He quickly selected words in his mind.

"...stress relief tools"

It's a very private item; you should return it to them immediately.

The corridor was quiet for a few seconds.

Xing looked down at the cup in her hand, then looked up at Qi Ye, then looked down at the cup again.

Then she calmly put the cup back in her suitcase, closed the lid, and clapped her hands.

Her expression remained calm.

But her ears were already slightly red.

"Oh, so it's a chicken exercise machine."

She added another sentence after she finished speaking.

"No wonder they set a password."

The clerk grabbed the suitcase handle and ran away without looking back.

His figure vanished in a flash around the corner of the corridor.

The speed was comparable to the evacuation speed of the staff during the apocalyptic beast attack.

Chapter 22 Cafeteria

Qi Ye watched the clerk disappear around the corner.

Turning around to continue walking, I met March 7's confused gaze.

"Qiye, what was that just now?"

She pointed in the direction the clerk had fled, and then pointed to the spot where Xing had been carrying that thing.

What stress-relieving tools are available?

Can a cup relieve stress? Is it for drinking water?

Why is it flesh-colored?

Qi Ye was stunned.

He looked into March 7's clear eyes, which seemed genuinely unaware.

Xing understood immediately, or rather, Xing understood not the thing itself, but its explanation.