Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

"Cooperation on the battlefield means understanding your companions—whether it's Little March and the others or these Rift creatures. To cooperate effectively, you need to anticipate each other's movements and find the best time to attack."

Xing listened patiently to Bai Yan's instructions, memorizing every word.

"Ideally, your movements should flow seamlessly with your opponent's, like a perfect symphony. But this is your final assignment, so there's no need to rush."

Bai Yan put away the baseball bat in his hand, walked over and helped her up: "Let's go, we should go back."

Xing also put away the Rift creatures and the baseball bat, and followed Bai Yan back.

However, after just one night, Bai Yan was still in good spirits, but Xing was exhausted.

Besides the physical exhaustion, Xing also remembered a sentence, a sentence that Bai Yan had said:

[Few people would believe me if I revealed my identity myself. You can ask Walter after training.]

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Goethe Hotel, Ruan Mei's room.

Last night, on the soft, large bed in the hotel, the little girl successfully lulled herself to sleep after telling her mother a bedtime story.

Nguyen Mai had opened her eyes, her jewel-like green eyes fixed on the child before her.

As Yalilo slept, her long green hair was ruffled by her soft breathing, and a slight smile lingered on her lips.

Her soft cheeks, pressed gently against the pillow, were slightly flushed, adding a vibrant touch to the morning tranquility.

The strange feeling in Ruan Mei's heart grew stronger, and her hand unconsciously reached out to touch Yali Luo's little face, but then stopped.

Chapter 70 Love, Silent and Unnoticed

The morning light, carrying the start of a new day, gently shines into the room through the window.

Yalilo had already been woken up by Nguyen May to comb her hair, which had been disheveled by the night.

Before even putting on her gloves, Nguyen Mai had already begun combing her daughter's hair.

Her movements were not superfluous and were extremely efficient. Although she was very restrained in expressing her emotions, she unintentionally stroked her daughter's emerald green hair. Even though life was shrouded in confusion, she unconsciously enjoyed this tenderness.

Nguyen Mai's expression remained calm, exuding a mature and rational composure. Compared to other mothers, she seemed more composed.

She gathered up Ariello's hair, with strands of long hair standing up from the gathering, resembling a loose braid.

She took out a hairpin similar to the one she was wearing and gently inserted it into Ariello's gathered hair to secure it.

Nguyen Mai barely spoke during her dressing process, yet her gaze would occasionally fall on her daughter's face, as if exchanging morning greetings in silence.

At this time, Ariello had a similar appearance to Nguyen Mai and wore a similar hairstyle.

If it weren't for her emerald green hair, Ruan Mei would have even suspected that the little girl in front of her was a clone of herself when she was a child.

The girl's smiling face was reflected in the mirror: "Mommy, you dressed Xiaoya up so cutely. Xiaoya likes Mommy."

Ruan Mei came to her senses. This child was still somewhat different from her when she was a child, at least in terms of personality.

Yalilo looked up at Ruan Mei: "Mom likes Xiaoya too, right?"

Nguyen Mai nodded calmly: "Yes."

She looked quietly at Ariello and gave a brief affirmation. In social situations, a simple "um" often carries a hint of ambiguity.

But for a young child, this gentle response is like a ray of sunshine, bringing simple warmth and satisfaction.

Saying it that way should make the child happy. But do I really like this child?

Or is it simply to complete the task Bai Yan gave her?

That strange feeling still lingered in her heart, causing her answer not to directly lean towards the latter.

The answer to this question may not be as intuitive and obvious to her as it is to other mothers.

Yalilo turned around in her chair and looked at her mother, who had been standing behind her: "Did you enjoy the bedtime story Xiaoya told yesterday?"

The child seemed eagerly anticipating his mother's feedback on the bedtime story from the previous night.

As Nguyen Mai looked directly at the little guy, her thoughts became increasingly complicated.

Is she just completing a task, or is she genuinely starting to enjoy the feeling of home with the child in the process?

She may not be ready to give a complete answer yet, but on this morning, to this tiny life filled with innocent expectations, Nguyen Mai chose to respond with a simple affirmation:

"Yes, it sounds very nice."

Such a response may not have untangled the knot in Nguyen Mai's heart, but for Ariello, it was enough.

A happy blush rose on Yalilo's cheeks, and her eyes revealed her dependence on and affection for her mother.

A bright smile lit up her face, and her voice was full of excitement: "Really? Mom, I have so many more stories. Can I tell you a new one tonight?"

“Okay,” Ruan Mei said softly, surprised that her answer contained a hint of anticipation.

The child's naive stories were of no help to her; the only thing she could look forward to was the assessment of Arillow's knowledge reserves.

This expectation may or may not stem from this.

In a daze, Nguyen Mai recalled things from her childhood, and a few tender moments with her mother flashed through her mind.

"Dangdang~"

A crisp knock sounded on the door, and Ruan Mei responded, "Come in."

With a click, the door opened, and Bai Yan appeared in the doorway.

Just as Ruan Mei thought he would greet her politely with a "good morning," Bai Yan smiled and asked, "We finished yesterday's plum blossom cake. Is there any left?"

Before Nguyen Mai could speak, the petite Yalilo jumped off the chair and ran over.

The child pouted and said, "Dad should be more understanding of Mom. Making plum blossom cakes is very tiring."

Bai Yan squatted down and pinched Yali Luo's little cheek: "Okay. Did Xiao Ya keep Mommy awake yesterday?"

"Where is it?"

Yalilo immediately retorted, and put her hands on her hips proudly, saying, "I told Mom a story to put her to sleep yesterday."

"And then?" Bai Yan asked casually.

"Then……"

Yalilo's pride vanished instantly, her bright eyes darting around, but she still turned her head to the side and told the truth: "Then I fell asleep by myself."

Bai Yan smiled and patted her head: "It's okay, Xiaoya has already done a great job. Try not to fall asleep first next time."

Yalilo turned back and nodded firmly: "Yes, yes! Don't worry, Dad, Xiaoya can definitely do it."

After saying that, Yalilo spun around on the spot: "Dad, look, doesn't Mom do my hair look good?"

"Well, it suits you very well."

Bai Yan glanced at Yali Luo's hair, which Ruan Mei had neatly combed, and then looked up at Ruan Mei, who hadn't said a word since the beginning.

At this moment, Ruan Mei was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, tidying her long, loose, dark hair.

She scheduled her hair-combing session after Xiaoya's...

Chapter 71 is never just about comedians

Exhausted, Xing didn't have breakfast with everyone. After returning to the Goethe Hotel, she quickly ate breakfast and then went straight to the lower level to find Walter.

The intense training all night left her feeling drowsy, but she still wanted to know Bai Yan's other identity.

She contacted Uncle Yang by phone and was told that it would be best to discuss this in person.

If someone were to reveal their identity, very few people would believe them.

Given his occasional penchant for making strange jokes, it's not surprising that others take it as a joke.

"Let's go, let's talk somewhere else."

A mature male voice stopped the star's hurried steps in the lower district.

Prior to this, Walter had sent some messages to Bai Yan to confirm.

Xing silently followed Walter.

Through his observations over the past few days, Walter has come to realize that this seemingly unserious pioneer has a surprisingly serious purpose.

The purpose of rummaging through the trash cans is to find treasure, thereby obtaining more funds to help the train crew continue their pioneering journey.

The jokes were meant to liven up the atmosphere for the train crew, and also because of her still-developing "appropriate humor," a skill she was learning to improve in order to expand her horizons.

She, who was willing to take a fatal blow for her comrades in the battle against the doomsday beasts on the space station platform, was never just a simple comedian.

She has her own beliefs, her own dreams, and the things she wants to protect.

Walter led her to a deserted place.

Are you ready to find out the truth?

"Ah."

……

A moment later, Xing sat down in the chair next to Walter, looked up at the ceiling, and seemed a little lost.

Walter didn't give her a direct conclusion, but instead gave her all the relevant information he knew and told her not to spread it.

Based on this information, Xing's speculation is not much different from Walter's.

This includes details such as the anomalies Walter discovered at the beginning of the attack on the Black Tower space station, such as the unexpectedly veered blade.

And the arrival of spring is also somewhat related to the other party.

The truth that was revealed not long ago still resonates in her mind.

She needs time to sort out her thoughts and find a new direction, but she knows that no matter what, she will not give up.

She felt a greater weight on her shoulders, but in any case, her pioneering journey would continue.

Walter glanced at the gray-haired girl, then, playing the role of a senior, comforted her, "I know we need to calm down. But ultimately, for now, isn't this a good thing?"