Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"They've already started their stoves, how can this be fair? There's clearly something wrong with my mud!"

"Yes, yes, you're right, we'll replace the materials for you right away."

Yan Huan: "?"

The orange-haired soda man quickly and with a beaming smile removed the mud, then handed a new bucket to the blond-haired boy.

As the blond-haired boy bent down and reached out, he took out a perfectly fired ceramic vase.

audience:"?"

March 7: “???”

plastic bag:"???"

Yan Huan: "?!!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Yan Huan stood up abruptly, pointed at the orange soda-drinking man, and yelled:

"You just changed the materials and finished it for him, huh?! Are you doing magic?!"

"Sir, please watch your words!"

The man with the orange soda bottle stared at Yan Huan, his expression upright and unyielding. "Which eye of yours saw me prepare this for this contestant? Did I do it? What did I do?"

"Hey, hey, hey...wait a minute!" a staff member reminded the soda drinker.

"This is a shareholder...!"

"So what if you're a shareholder? Does that give you the right to abuse your power for personal gain?! Are shareholders some kind of big shot?!"

The soda man maintained his aggressive stance, rebuking Yan Huan:

"You bunch of bloodsucking capitalists! For the sake of fairness, I will never allow you to interfere on the field!"

"???"

Yan Huan's eyes widened, wondering how much money this guy had been paid to dare talk to her like that.

"Hey, hey, hey, the eyes of the masses are discerning!" Other spectators also stood up and joined in condemning the soda man.

"I just saw that guy slinging the mud all over the place, so this fired pottery bottle couldn't possibly be made by him, right?"

"Look at that young girl over there. Her ceramic vase cracked again while it was being fired, so she has to make it all over again... Can't you have any conscience and show her some pity?"

"Yes," someone else said.

"The mud you gave that young girl was obviously problematic, wasn't it? She hasn't even asked you to change the material yet, and you've already changed the material for her."

Hearing the murmurs below, the soda man felt irritated and angrily retorted:

"Shut up! What do you know? I'm the judge in this competition. Laymen watch the show, experts watch the details, understand?!"

"This ceramic vase was made in the blink of an eye by this distinguished young master, using his superb skill and technique!"

"Holy crap, how shameless!" Even March 7th was stunned.

“We didn’t encounter this situation when we participated in the Hot Sands auditions last time.”

"Actually, there are some, but they're more restrained than this," Yan Huan said thoughtfully, stroking her chin.

"Is it because the family is short of money lately? We have to divide it among the company and among us, and we also have to deal with a bunch of messy things..."

"But the way they eat is just too disgusting." March 7th felt wronged by the plastic bags on the stage.

"Our client was trying so hard to stand up, but the host was able to cover for them."

"Yan, aren't we bodyguards? Quickly think of something to do."

"A bodyguard isn't an assistant..."

Yan Huan scratched her head. She saw the plastic bag on the table blinking its big eyes, seemingly bewildered, as it watched its ceramic vase shatter again.

The little girl picked up a shard and went through her previous steps, but she couldn't figure out why it had broken.

"Could it be... that I'm doing something wrong?"

"Hahahaha, lung fog!" The blond guy across from him saw the plastic bag start to doubt itself and immediately started mocking it.

"Don't say I'm bullying you. If you vote now, I'll give you 30,000 credits!"

The plastic bag looked up at the clay bottle that the blond-haired boy had finished firing, thought for a few seconds, and then raised its hand and said:

"Referee, I also need to request a replacement document; there's a problem with my mud..."

"A problem? What's the problem?!" The soda man, hands behind his back, stormed up to her, scrutinizing her delicate face.

"You blame the materials just because your own skills aren't up to par?"

"I've seen plenty of people like you. You don't have the life of a star, but you have the mentality of one!"

"If everyone comes to me for replacement materials because they can't do it well, how can this competition even be held?"

"Think more about the reasons within yourself. Why can others do it but you can't? Strong people never complain about their environment; weak people only blame their environment!"

He kept rambling on:

"The materials in dreams are all top-notch. Try making them in reality? It'll only be more difficult!"

"You young people are spoiled by this era; you can't even endure the slightest hardship, sigh..."

The soda man shook his head in disappointment, as if he had aged ten years.

"Uh... what you said seems to make some sense, I'll give it another try."

The plastic bag then pulled out its phone and started searching for relevant tutorials.

She was fooled, and the soda man was overjoyed, revealing a smile that was barely perceptible.

Hey, this country kid is so naive.

Then, the soda man looked at the blond guy behind him.

'Crack--'

With a crisp sound, the fired ceramic bottle shattered into a pile of slag.

"?" The soda man's eyes widened, somewhat bewildered. "What...what are you doing?"

"Are you blind? I'm going to pick it up and color it!"

Little Yellow Hair frowned as he looked at the soda man.

"The quality is terrible! It breaks as soon as I squeeze it. What are we going to do now?!"

Soda Man: "..."

"Hahahaha..." March 7th in the audience burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "With this kind of intelligence, even if you spend money, it's a waste!"

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"Ahem, this duel seems to be getting a bit intense!"

The soda man, with his hands behind his back, announced on the spot:

"Alright then, each of the two sides will have one opportunity to call in reinforcements."

"Of course, this time I'll bring my own materials!"

"Since there are no objections, let the competition continue!"

In front of everyone, the soda man brought out five more ceramic bottles that had undergone their first firing from behind the stage.

"Hey~ these are the materials I've prepared. I'm this esteemed player's helper!"

"Wow!" March 7th nearly collapsed from shock. "What kind of examiner announces on the spot that a contestant is an outside helper?"

Yan Huan stroked her chin thoughtfully, "How much exactly was given?"

"Foreign aid?" On stage, the plastic bag, who was checking information, was taken aback, then shouted to the audience:

"Bodyguard, bodyguard, where are you?!"

"Who is summoning me!"

Yan Huan darted onto the stage in a flash, glaring menacingly at the opposing host.

Like Doraemon, the soda man ignored Yan Huan and just kept moving things to the little blond guy's table.

"Good, good, good, you've brought your own materials, you're practically giving him the finished product!"

"How's it going?" The man carrying the soda, who was bent over, turned around and yelled at Yan Huan on the other side:

"Do you know how long it's been since I last made a purchase? This time I'm the one making the decisions, and I'm not even allowed to do what I want?!"

"Damn, everyone's got one!"

Yan Huan immediately pulled out a clump of shiny dirt and slapped it onto the plastic bag on the table. "Do you know what this is?"

"Tch, I thought you could produce a half-finished product. What's the use of a lump of mud, no matter how pretty it is?" Soda Man said dismissively.

The audience below the stage immediately erupted in cheers.

"Ohhhhh—!!"

"Is it time to compete on background?"

"Shareholders vs. Judges: Who's More Cunning?"

"Come, come, look closely, it's a handicraft, right?"

Yan Huan came to the plastic bag, stopped the plastic bag making, and took over the task herself.

"The spectators at this stadium are lucky today. Let me show you the true essence of pioneering!"

"The essence of pioneering? Screw you! What can you even produce?!"

Under the instructions of the soda man, Little Yellow Hair has entered the coloring stage.

He picked up a ceramic vase, held a paintbrush, and began to paint on it with flowing strokes.

Some spectators gripped their binoculars, intently watching the colors, which appeared crooked and distorted like several large characters.