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

"Good thing?"

Xing suddenly questioned, "What kind of good thing is this? He's the Star God! Does that mean the gift I planned to give him is worthless in his eyes?"

Walter realized something was wrong.

"Also, you know what? I've made all the preparations. I'll help him deal with his enemies from now on. That hasn't changed. But this mission is much more difficult now."

Xing took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Her expression grew even more serious in her bright golden eyes as she continued:

“Uncle Yang, you told me that there are battles between Star Gods. Bai Yan is very strong, but he is not the only Star God. There may be other beings in this world that can threaten him.”

"When he can't protect himself, as a partner and a student, am I capable of standing in his way?"

"Who can guarantee that the path we've pioneered won't be blocked?"

"I want to go to a bright future with everyone, I want to see all the beautiful scenery along the pioneering journey with everyone, and I want everyone to be with me when we reach the end."

Xing, who usually lightens the mood with "inappropriate humor," is very serious at this moment.

"So what if he's a star god, or not?"

"He is Bai Yan, my teacher, and my partner—that has never changed."

"It's just that my growth goals have become too big all of a sudden, and I'm not used to it."

"However, my fundamental goal has not changed. I want to ensure that there will be no more near-sacrifices in the future. I want to work with everyone to explore and reach the other side called the future."

Walter gazed gently at Xing, sensing the sincerity and determination in the gray-haired girl's eyes. He spoke:

“I understand why he was so comfortable letting me tell you his identity.”

"Your intentions are admirable. But remember, protecting someone doesn't always mean being on the front lines. Wisdom and strategy, courage and strength, personal growth, and even teamwork are all equally important."

"The goals for growth are indeed ambitious, and people always learn and grow as they strive towards even greater goals. You are not alone; we are all with you on this journey of exploration."

"Perhaps one day, you will truly reach the heights you aspire to. We look forward to the future you envision."

Chapter 72 Does my sister seem like the kind of person who would have troubles?

Xing, yawning, returned to her room at the Goethe Hotel after leaving the lower area, intending to catch up on some sleep. On the way, she secretly rummaged through a trash can in the lower area, but found nothing.

Bronya's succession speech was scheduled for after noon, and with Himeko's reminder, Hoshi wouldn't miss it.

Exhausted from a night of intense training, even after experiencing a huge mental shock, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

In the lobby on the second floor of the Goethe Hotel, Himeko and March Seven had already finished breakfast and gone out. Walter did not come out from the lower level area; he seemed to be continuing his exploration there.

Using the equipment she carried in her storage device and the materials provided by Bai Yan, Ruan Mei taught Yali Luo how to make plum blossom cakes.

Meanwhile, Bai Yan was sitting in the lobby on the second floor of the Goethe Hotel, sensing the coordinates of life around him, and chatting casually with the short-haired blue-haired young man sitting opposite him.

Sambo, a masked fool who dislikes heavy-handed jokes, is also a rumor-monger who was kicked in the butt by the [Life] Star God.

On the day he kicked Sang Bo's butt, Bai Yan did not hide his identity from him.

Sangbo was quick-witted. Based on the recent online farce about the Star God and the facts before him, he guessed something and had no doubt about Bai Yan's identity.

Someone like Sambo, who has his own aesthetics and bottom line regarding pleasure, coupled with that excruciatingly painful ass-kicking game, had no reason to spread the word.

Although both factions were blessed by the [Joy] Star God, he had no desire to become a mourner.

He also witnessed the arrival of spring yesterday, and with the mind of the Masked Fool, he quickly understood who had orchestrated the myth.

Sambo took a bite of the dessert he had paid for himself: "You're so generous! You've completely messed up my script. Of course, I don't mean to complain. It's a compliment, a compliment."

Bai Yan smiled slightly: "Do you think I need compliments?"

Sambo continued his glib tongue: "No, no. You've probably heard that a million times. I just couldn't help but sing a little praise."

"So you should put away your smooth talk that's used to fool customers."

Sambo smiled broadly: "What are you saying? How is that trying to fool me? I'm just speaking this way out of habit, to show respect."

Bai Yan didn't continue arguing with him about his speaking style: "I remember Xing beat you up yesterday."

"Don't even mention it. When Seele told her that I was the one who handed out those flyers, she started looking for me aggressively. When I realized that she was going the same way as you, I didn't really fight back, I just put up a token resistance."

After the passage between the upper and lower levels was opened, Xing also successfully began his exploration of the lower area.

There, she naturally saw leaflets about Bai Yan's rumors scattered throughout the lower district, and even found quite a few in the trash cans.

Sambo subconsciously touched his own butt: "There are still baseball bat marks on it. You guys have beaten me into a mourner."

Bai Yan added and corrected him: "Mourning actors is not just about feeling pain."

"I was just joking, don't expect too much. I'm just a small-time trader, selling information and such, not some literary master."

At this point, Sambo changed the subject: "By the way. Speaking of intelligence, I recently got some inside information about Belloberg from other Masked Fools. People from the company are coming soon."

"You Masked Fools really do have a lot of talented people; you can find them everywhere," Bai Yan casually replied.

He picked up the cutlery on the table, lowered his head and pressed down on the dessert on the plate: "The Interstellar Peace Corporation is a behemoth to most people. A single grain of sand thrown by it can be a mountain pressing down on people."

He looked up at Sambo and smiled, "What do you think would happen if one of my grains of sand were to fall on this behemoth?"

Sambo dropped his smooth smile, revealing a genuine one, and unleashed the humor characteristic of the masked fools: "It's like the entire Interstellar Peace Corporation being crushed onto a single grain of sand."

……

Xing woke up from her dream after only two hours of sleep.

Deep sleep helped her recover somewhat, but the truth lingering in her mind prevented her from sleeping for too long.

She got out of bed and picked up a stack of flyers, some dirty and some crumpled, from the bedside table.

The contents of the flyer were undoubtedly those rumors about Bai Yan.

That was a flyer she saw when she went to develop the lower district after it opened up.

She spent most of yesterday collecting these flyers in the lower-level area and explaining the rumors to people who might ask about it.

Later, she took some time to rummage through the last untouched trash can in the upper section, only to be caught red-handed by her teacher, Bai Yan.

Then I met Xiaoya, and for a time I was so captivated by that cute little girl that I almost forgot about my business.

"I wonder if he would like such an insignificant gift."

Xing then took a menu from the bedside table, which she had bought from the owner of the Goethe Hotel, Old Goethe.

The menu was still neat, but now each item had a number next to it. For example:

[Flavored Red Sausage Platter. March 7th's order count: 2, Baiyan's order count: 1, Himeko...]

She plans to learn how to cook all the types of food that everyone likes, buy some ingredients, and try to bring them on the train so that everyone can enjoy them anytime, anywhere.

Pam, who is still unable to leave the train, will probably enjoy a different kind of breakfast, thanks to the lovely train conductor.

She could be more attentive and cherish her companions who also valued her. This was something Bai Yan had taught her on the space station.

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She glanced at the menu she had bought from Old Goethe and found Bai Yan's favorite dessert these past few days.

Because Bai Yan had been eating a lot of desserts with a particular preference these past few days, she was the first to confirm her teacher's tastes.

Two days ago, she completed various commissions from the Goethe Hotel and gained their approval, learning how to make this dessert.

I've practiced it all now.

She had planned to surprise Bai Yan when he ordered food today, but after learning the truth this morning, she now doubted whether the gift was appropriate.

"How about we talk about it later?"

Xing hesitated, muttering to herself as she got out of bed, put on her clothes and shoes, and prepared to go out.

In the lower level, besides the potential treasure, there are also Bai Yan's rumor flyers that need to be dealt with in the trash cans.

Landfills should not be the graveyard of rumors that slander one's own teacher; they should be reduced to ashes in flames.

But what should I choose as a new gift?

As Xing opened the door, a petite figure walked past her, her long, emerald-green hair swaying in the breeze.

"Xiaoya?"

Yalilo was stopped by Xing, who was holding a newly made plum blossom cake in her hand.

She held up the tray with her little hands: "Sister, this is plum blossom cake that I made for everyone. You should try some too."

"Ok?"

Little Yalilo looked up and met Xing's gaze, tilting her head slightly innocently: "Sister, you seem to be troubled by something."

Xing Jiangcan concealed the extra emotions in her golden eyes, squatted down, and only smiled: "Does my sister look like someone who would be troubled? I'm the mood-maker of our train crew, you know."

Chapter 73 Praise her!

The lobby on the second floor of the Goethe Hotel.

Sangbo had already left, but the seat opposite Bai Yan was still occupied.

On the contrary, there is one more person than before: Himeko, the navigator of the Starry Sky Train, and March 7, the cute representative of the train crew.

Himeko picked up the warm tea that Baiyan had just brought and savored it slowly.

On March 7th, she finished the tea that Bai Yan had offered her in one gulp and suggested, "It's so lively outside, don't you really want to go out and take a look?"

Bai Yan took a sip of tea: "You can see it from here too. I'll go out when the time is right. Also, I'm waiting for someone."

March 7th glanced down at the stairs: "Who? Uncle Yang said he's wandering around the lower district for a while, and will come up with the people from the lower district after the Great Guardian's succession speech this afternoon."

“I know, I didn’t say I was waiting for him.”

Bai Yan put down his teacup, looked towards the stairs leading upstairs, and chuckled, "They're here."

A petite figure, her long, emerald-green hair swaying, ran over with light, quick steps, holding up a tray in her hands: "These are plum blossom cakes I made."

Arilo tiptoed and placed the tray on the higher table, then put her free little hands behind her back and gave a bright smile: "I hope everyone likes it."