Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Hey, hey, hey, don't waste that money!" Suddenly, March 7th came up to Yan Huan, pointing excitedly at himself.

"Yan, you're rich now, huh? Well, how about I take over? I can't let outsiders make the money. I only want 80% of the market price!"

Yan Huan was stunned by March 7's enthusiastic appearance.

"I actually have money now."

"Since this young comrade is so eager to improve... I'll leave the task of cleaning the room to you. I'll sleep in your room for now."

"Yay!" March 7 was very happy to have successfully received her teammate's request. "Let's make it clear first, you can't go back on your word since we're teammates!"

"As long as you clean it to a point where the train conductor is satisfied, that's fine." Yan Huan nodded.

"However, I advise you to wait and see if you have the ability to take on this job."

"As for the expenses, the teammates will definitely pay more than they would have."

"Comrade March 7th, I have high hopes for you."

Seeing that Pam was still staring at her, Yan Huan asked:

"So, you two only came to me because the room was too messy?"

Chapter 1133 A Small Goal

"of course not."

Pam looked at Yan Huan seriously:

"Passenger Yan Huan, you haven't given the Sunday passengers their gifts yet."

"Me? I'll give him a gift?" Yan Huan's eyes widened.

"Who is he anyway, that he would even be interested in my gift?"

"No matter what status the passengers had in the past, their hearts were always with the people of Pa."

Pam said seriously:

"Passenger Yan Huan, think carefully about what gift to give. Don't be too perfunctory."

"And there's the issue of room hygiene... Since you've already outsourced it to the March 7th passengers, the train conductor will let you off the hook for now."

……

After Pam left, Yan Huan returned to the party car and began to think about what gift to give for Sunday.

Luxury cars? Expensive watches? Pinocone Group? Robin's ultrasound report?

"No, what am I thinking?"

Yan Huan blinked, asked Shut Up for a Coke, and then continued to think.

Now that Sunday is wanted by the family, sending anything related to the family is definitely out of the question.

Sending a signed photo of a robin? That doesn't seem quite right... after all, there are plenty of those things on Sundays.

"How about we give you a bottle of beauty essential oil?"

Yan Huan took out her phone, opened the shopping app, and hesitated whether to place an order.

"What if the celestial ring I wear on Sunday gets dirty? I need to take good care of it..."

"wrong."

"How does he sleep with the ring on?"

"Yan Huan, what are you doing?" Dan Heng asked casually when he saw Yan Huan's conflicted look as he passed by.

"I'm thinking about what to give as a ride-on gift for Sunday."

Yan Huan looked at Dan Heng.

What did you send?

"A quill pen," Danheng replied.

"He seemed to enjoy holding a book and writing or drawing, so I gave him this gift."

"A quill pen... Should I send some ink to match?" Yan Huan was quite conflicted.

"There's no need to be so anxious," Dan Heng said, sitting down beside him.

Do you remember the gift you received the day you boarded the train?

"I remember you sent some basic furniture."

Yan Huan recalled.

"They're still piled up in my room."

"Mm." Dan Heng nodded.

"When giving gifts, you don't have to think too much about it; the thought is what counts."

"I see." Yan Huan suddenly realized, stood up, and an idea immediately came to mind.

"Then let's give him a dream bubble."

Half an hour later, Sunday arrived at the party carriage as invited. Seeing Yan Huan waiting there early, he smiled and said:

Is there something important?

"Yes, I'm giving you a gift." Yan Huan took out a Dream Bubble and handed it to Sunday.

"This is a story about why birds can fly; you'll definitely like it."

"I see."

On Sunday, pull out the chair and slowly sit down.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yan Huan. I will accept it."

"Can I open it now?"

"Of course."

……

the other side.

On March 7th, standing in front of Yan Huan's door, he reached out and turned on the light.

'Pa-ta--'

As the light shone through, she finally saw the scene inside the room clearly.

It was a primeval forest, with tall trees swaying in the wind, and the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds made March 7's brain a little sluggish.

"?"

She took a step forward and walked in, bewildered.

My shoes were on the soft soil, and I accidentally hit some gravel, almost tripping over it.

A few sparrows hopped and skipped on a wooden stake in the distance. A pine cone fell, and a squirrel in the tree wanted to jump down to pick it up, but when it noticed that March 7th was there, it did not make any rash moves and just stared at her intently.

"..."

"Is this really a room for humans? No wonder they were able to find a savage."

"How am I supposed to clean this? No way, I absolutely refuse to do it...!"

March 7th hurriedly retreated and slammed the door shut.

Gazing at the warm lights in the corridor and then at the Milky Way outside the window, she finally came to her senses and remembered the details she had just witnessed.

"My God, why is there sunshine in his room?"

On March 7th, out of curiosity, he opened Yan Huan's door again and looked up.

After pressing the light switch, a clear blue sky appeared, the sun hung high in the sky, and the air in the jungle felt slightly hot and humid.

'Bang—' March 7th slammed the door shut again.

"..."

"I'm afraid I'm possessed by an evil spirit."

Later, on March 7th, upon arriving at the party carriage, he spoke to Yan Huan, who was sitting opposite Sunday:

"I, Yan, quit."

"What kind of weird stuff is in your room? Is it some kind of natural ecosystem?"

“Emmm…” Yan Huan looked up and said helplessly:

“I told you you couldn’t do it. You should let the cleaning company make the 80 million.”

"Wait, eighty million?!"

March 7th was a day of great alarm:

"How could you have so much money? It's impossible for Sister Himeko to give you 80 million yen in living expenses."

"I told the Black Tower Space Station I no longer want the right to use the artifacts," Yan Huan explained slowly, sitting in a chair and taking a sip of her cola.

"I suddenly realized that none of those strange objects were as useful as my own; this one had limitations, that one had limitations."

"Then the Black Tower agreed and even asked me for a few Jianmu Fruits. In the end, Estella reluctantly paid me a billion."

"One hundred million." March 7th patted his chest and said seriously:

"One hundred million, and I'll take care of the cleanliness of your room!"

"?"

"Didn't you say it wouldn't work?" Yan Huan tilted her head and tried to dissuade her.

"It's all developed naturally to the point where wild men have appeared. Let the professionals handle it."

"I can do it," March 7th insisted.

"If all else fails, I'll find someone else to help me."