Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Hehe, you've really grown up."

"Perhaps... I, as the father, should try a little harder."

"To be honest, son, recently some gangsters invited me to join them. It seems like collecting protection money and such could make quite a bit of money."

"Is that so, Dad?" Fugui smiled with gratitude.

"Actually, I was noticed by a company. They reserved an accounting position for me in advance. I get a monthly salary of 80,000 credits without having to do anything."

"Haha... my son's all grown up." The wealthy old man patted Fugui on the shoulder, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"From now on, we'll be father and son fighting side by side."

"Um……"

Looking at the heartwarming scene in the distance, March 7th was also deeply moved:

"They have such a good relationship, although I always feel it's not very positive or uplifting..."

"President!" Yan Huan suddenly shouted, looking ahead.

"Damn it, the president is surrounded!"

He landed on all fours and darted forward like a crawling creature.

Before March 7th could react, she saw Yan Huan rush to Charika's side.

He turned and grinned at the students surrounding him:

"Don't come any closer, the president's dessert is mine!"

"Hey? Isn't this the star of this year's event?"

Someone recognized Yan Huan and exclaimed excitedly:

"I'm a fan of yours, can I get your autograph...?"

"cannot!"

"Uh."

"Yan Huan, no, please don't do this." Charika quickly patted Yan Huan's head, trying to comfort her.

"Desserts, and lots more..."

"President, you absolutely mustn't!" Yan Huan stood up and pointed to the long queue that stretched all the way to the teaching building.

"Giving away desserts for free like this will bankrupt them!"

“It’s already expensive enough to support the three of us, and now it’s so much more…”

"I...I'm just a little happy." Charika nervously put her hands behind her back.

"Never before have so many people come to try the pastries at the dessert shop..."

"So now that everyone's here, I was thinking... to let everyone have some good food for free so that they can come and support the dessert club's activities more often in the future."

"No, no, no, absolutely not."

Yan Huan took a piece of strawberry cake from the stall and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing as she shooed the freeloaders back.

"As the saying goes, you're not there to offer help in times of need, but who are you to add flowers to brocade?"

"Everyone pay up! Damn it, if there are so many of you, our club president will be expelled!"

"Huh? What, are you suddenly starting to charge money?"

The people in line began to whisper among themselves.

Suddenly, I realized that the pastry didn't smell so good anymore.

"It actually smells pretty good, doesn't it? Look how long our line is. If we give each person a few coins, how much will that add up to... without any cost?"

"Tch, I'm not eating anymore. I can eat a little if it's free, but if it costs money, I won't give you a single cent."

With Yan Huan's intervention, the long queue immediately shortened.

"Let's hear the price first," someone suggested.

Charika stood there, thought for a moment, then held up one finger and tentatively said:

"Um, how about five pastries for a total of ten credits?"

"?" Yan Huan's eyes widened as she looked at Charika in shock.

"President, what's the difference between this and giving it away for free?"

“Uh…” Charika scratched her delicate cheek, looking a little embarrassed.

"Actually, I've never tried asking for money for pastries before..."

"Ten credits? Forget it, I won't eat then." Some people left on their own.

"In the end, it still costs money."

"Seriously... this pastry is really high-end, and suddenly they want to charge for it."

"They got carried away."

"Holy crap, what were those people thinking who thought it was too expensive?" Some of the people who stayed behind were shocked.

"No, this is Pinocchio! Origami University."

"Charging ten credits for five pastries is practically charity, okay..."

"I'll buy it, Miss Charika!"

"Ah, okay..." Charika saw that everyone who came out took out blue bills, so she quickly took them and handed them the pastries.

"Everyone, students... line up, there's enough for everyone!"

Those who had tasted the pastries lingered, reluctant to leave, standing to the side, extremely excited: "Charika, you're simply a genius at making desserts!"

"Th-thank you!" Charika nodded repeatedly, touched. "Maybe after graduation... becoming a pastry chef wouldn't be bad..."

"Um, please continue to support the dessert club during our time at school."

Seeing this, Danheng and March 7 exchanged a glance and went over to help distribute the pastries and collect money.

The long queue didn't disperse until all the pastries were sold out.

"Phew~ It's finally over." Charika wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled at the three of them.

"Thank you... Having three members like you in the dessert club is the luckiest thing ever..."

"Oh, no need to be so polite," said March 7th, waving his hand and laughing.

"We didn't have any money back then, so it was you, the president, who treated us to the food."

"You still remember..."

"please wait a while."

Suddenly, Charika crouched down gently, rummaged through the stall, and took out three boxes of pastries that she had hidden.

"This is... left for you."

"Thank you for your efforts..."

"Waaaaaah, President, I love you to death!!" Yan Huan cried tears of joy, wiping her nose as she reached out to accept the gift.

"We must protect them!" March 7th quickly took the box, moved to tears.

"Don't worry, President Charica, we'll come to the dessert shop to help out often in the future!"

Dan Heng accepted Charika's gift, saying, "Thank you, President."

"Um... I'll pack up and leave now."

After Charika left, the three of them sat on the steps and carefully opened the box.

Unsurprisingly, it was stuffed full of pastries, all of them made with the finest and most delicious ingredients.

"Oh my gosh...!" March 7th excitedly took out a red strawberry cake (max version) from the cake, which glistened under the light.

"The president makes such good pastries, how dare Suke-chan say the president was useless back then!"

"So he died, and it was a good thing he died!" Yan Huan chimed in.

Chapter 1114 I'm Beating Ash

"It seems like a lot has happened."

Behind an advertising billboard in the square, Himeko and Walter were waiting, observing the students moving around the campus.

Seeing the three train heroes arrive, Walter asked:

"Hearing that the anniversary celebration was postponed, we ended the seminar as soon as possible."

"Now, tell us all about it."

The three exchanged a glance, and Yan Huan and San Yueqi took a step back.

In the end, Dan Heng had no choice but to explain the whole story to Himeko and Welt.

"..."

After listening for a long time, Himeko took a deep breath.

"You kidnapped the head of the family and tacitly allowed Sunday to act recklessly against the family's management?"

"Do not."

“In fact, Yan Huan had already been acting recklessly towards them before Sunday even arrived.”

"..."

While Ji Zi remained silent, Yan Huan explained:

"You can't blame me for this. Many people from several departments have also been infected with the meme virus. In order to be efficient, we had to be strict and manage them uniformly."

"Look how harmonious our campus is now, doesn't that just prove how brilliant this decision was?"

“…What a brilliant move.” Himeko clenched her fist.