Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

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"Mr. Rick, what are you doing?"

"Your Excellency, could you please tell me why this slip of paper is frozen?"

Rick, with his keen eye, snatched the slip of paper and smiled:

"The rest of the paper tags are normal, but this one is frozen, so you can easily pull it out of the box."

"Tsk, what are you talking about?!"

The orange soda man quickly shook off Rick's hand and said angrily:

"Security! Security!!"

"Quickly, take Mr. Rick away; he looks a bit sleepy!"

"what?"

While Rick was still in a daze, he was dragged away by two hound guards.

The orange soda man then found another dream architect to distribute materials to the two of them.

The most important element in making pottery is clay.

The two men each received a bucket.

The plastic bag blinked, reached into the bucket, scooped out a clump of mud, and placed it on the table.

'Snapped--'

The soft, mushy mud slapped against the table, making a releasing sound, and the splashing water soaked the clothes in the plastic bag.

"Hmm?" Yan Huan couldn't help but look at the mud that the two of them had been given.

The mud that was distributed in the plastic bag seemed to have too much moisture; when placed on the table, it looked more like a thick porridge than mud.

On the other hand, her opponent was a blond-haired kid who received just the right amount of mud.

"I have a bad feeling..."

"Alright, let's start the game!!" The orange soda man immediately made the decision.

The next moment, the plastic bag pulled out its phone and started searching for relevant production processes and information.

"Grandpa always said that if you're unsure about something, you should search for it on your phone!"

"Beautiful." Yan Huan expressed her approval of the use of plastic bags.

This competition does not prohibit mobile phones, so you can search for relevant tutorials to increase your chances of winning.

"Mr. Yan, is this all you've asked me to do? Watch the show?" Suddenly, March 7's voice rang in my ears.

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Yan Huan turned around and found that March 7th had also run over to watch.

What are you doing here? My room is all tidied up.

"No, your rainforest is flooded now. I'm taking a break and coming to visit in my dreams."

On March 7th, looking at the stage, he asked Yan Huan:

"Which one is our client?"

"That short, skinny girl." Yan Huan pointed to the plastic bag on the stage where someone was searching for tutorials on their phone.

"Oh, I understand."

March 7th nodded and looked at the plastic bag's opponent.

"Hey? The guy across from her looks familiar, doesn't he look like the car dealership manager's nephew?"

"How do you know all sorts of people?" Yan Huan asked curiously.

"Didn't you extort a lot of cars on Sunday? I have to go to the dealership to ask about the prices..."

March 7th recalled:

“I have a very deep impression of this guy. I had just arrived at the store entrance when he drove his sports car past me in a flash.”

"Then he seemed to realize he had gone too far, so he reversed back. When he saw me looking at him, he sprayed me with the exhaust fumes from his car. Can you believe this brat has no manners?"

"It's normal for kids from wealthy families to be like this," Yan Huan muttered, arms crossed.

"But someone like this... is really spoiled rotten by their family."

"Exactly, look at him," March 7th said disdainfully to the blond-haired guy on stage.

"He's actually started playing video games; he's not even playing the game properly anymore."

"Ok?"

Yan Huan looked closely and realized that the little blond guy's phone on the stage was indeed horizontal.

At first, Yan Huan thought he was looking up information like a plastic bag, but seeing how vigorously his fingers were moving, it really looked like he was playing a game.

"So we're doomed to lose?"

Although playing games on the competition stage is wrong, the more the opponent does this, the easier it is for your side.

Hey, isn't this a free promotion?

Seeing this, Yan Huan gradually relaxed, found a stool to sit down, and started playing cards with March 7.

The plastic bag on the stage glanced at the blond-haired guy and breathed a sigh of relief when it saw that he didn't take the competition seriously at all.

Fifteen minutes into the event, the plastic bags were already being made.

But the blond-haired guy kept his phone horizontal and continued yelling into the screen:

"Does the hell not know how to play games? Don't you know to follow my lead? I'm always the only one getting beaten up!"

"You bunch of trash, lung smog!"

Fifteen minutes later, the pottery made from the plastic bag was gradually taking shape.

But suddenly, the pottery bottle that had been painstakingly sealed collapsed and turned back into a pile of mud.

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Yan Huan, who was in the audience, also noticed this scene.

Upon closer inspection, Yan Huan noticed that the mud on the plastic bag was indeed a bit off.

"Oh dear, it seems our contestant's skills are lacking; he's back to square one!"

The orange soda-drinking man, holding the microphone, smiled regretfully and said:

"It's understandable, after all, the real masters always make their appearance last."

At the same time, the blond-haired boy silently put down his phone and looked at the mud in the bucket in front of him.

"Hmph, a bunch of lung foggers, they can't lift me at all!"

He put his phone away, glanced at the plastic bag across from him that had picked up mud again and was carefully reshaping it, and then picked up a lump of mud himself.

"I'm furious!"

The mud was slammed heavily onto the table with a loud thud.

"Great!" The orange soda man immediately gave a thumbs up.

"This player has a lot of presence; his starting move alone is full of pressure!"

Yan Huan: "?"

"Drink up! You bunch of idiots!!" The blond-haired guy used all his strength, his veins bulging, and instantly tore the mud in half.

"Wow!" The orange soda man gave a thumbs up, both surprised and delighted.

"That's truly masterful technique, it's miles ahead of the other contestant!"

Yan Huan on March 7th: "?"

Chapter 1155 Was spending money even useful?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

Little Yellow Hair gathered the mud together again, kneaded it into a long strip, grabbed both ends, and tossed it wildly like he was tossing noodles.

"Wow!" The orange soda man exclaimed in amazement.

On the other side, the ceramic vase that had been painstakingly shaped from a plastic bag finally didn't collapse this time.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she put the pottery bottle into the kiln for its first firing.

The orange-clad man with the soda still didn't even glance at her, his gaze fixed on the blond-haired boy.

"That's absolutely incredible!!"

The little blond guy had broken the long strip of mud he had rolled into, and now the mud was flying everywhere, splashing onto the soda drinker and the audience below, including Yan Huan and March 7.

"Damn, what kind of lousy technique is this? Is this guy here to compete or to vent his frustration?!"

Someone couldn't help but curse:

"I am a fictional historian, and this is history!"

"What the hell? There's no time limit for this competition? It's all just playing games and messing around... We even paid for tickets, can't we come up with something useful?!"

"Has no one noticed that another little girl is already firing pottery...?"

Yan Huan took out a handkerchief, wiped the mud off her face, and said disdainfully:

"Is this brat just here to give away points?"

"That's right, that's right." Even if March 7th didn't understand, he could tell that this blond-haired guy was messing around.

He's been throwing that lump of mud at me for so long, it's almost turned into a pebble.

"Hmph, how can this prop be so rubbish?"

Suddenly, the blond-haired guy slammed the mud on the table and yelled at the orange-haired soda-drinking man: