Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

The first thing that catches the eye is a pile of clothes, scattered haphazardly on the ground.

On March 7th, with a forceful kick, one of the slippers by the door was sent flying back to the bedside, where it collided with the other slipper.

"Damn, why is your other half slipper by the door?" March 7th said, hands on hips, looking very puzzled.

Yan Huan lay on the bed, silent.

His face was reflected in the light from the screen; he was lying in bed, playing on his laptop.

Seeing that he didn't react, March 7th walked forward in confusion.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She leaned closer to the bed, glanced at the screen, and immediately touched her face in surprise.

"Fuck, Hara!"

Yan Huan: "..."

Yan closed his laptop and gave March 7th a deep look. He silently threw back the covers, got out of bed, and picked up his clothes from the floor.

On March 7th, he finally got dressed.

Throughout the entire process, March 7th sat quietly by the bedside, waiting patiently.

At the same time, he took out his phone and started typing, seemingly complaining to someone about Yan Huan's life.

After Yan Huan finished dressing and fell silent, she silently raised her head and found that the other person was staring at her.

The March 7th Mystery:

"what?"

Yan Huan: "You sat on my sunglasses."

"..."

March 7th stood up and looked back at the spot where he had just been sitting. Sure enough, there was a pair of sunglasses there.

Perhaps because the bed was so messy, I didn't feel anything when I sat on it.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses? Are you afraid of the sun?"

"No." Yan Huan silently put on her sunglasses and said in a rather flamboyant manner:

"That's more classy."

March 7: "..."

In Yan Huan's mind, today was a day to show off, so she naturally had to be presentable.

He was wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, and gloves, and walked briskly through the observation car like a high-ranking secret agent.

Sitting on the sofa, as March 7th brought his breakfast to the table, he couldn't help but glance at his pocket watch:

"You were three seconds too slow. Pay attention next time."

March 7: "..."

Amidst the strange looks from the other passengers, he ate very politely and very slowly.

Each one is carefully chewed and savored.

It was just a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, but he managed to make it taste like a French meal.

Gentle and refined, chewing slowly and deliberately, affected and pretentious.

It felt as if I were in a high-end Western restaurant, with soothing and elegant music playing all around me.

March 7th sniffed and glanced at the staff members who were blocking the train and preparing to pick up Yan Huan.

"Hold on, I have to...hold on. So many people are watching. I can't make a move, I absolutely can't make a move today. Deep breath, deep breath, exhale..." March 7th took a deep breath.

Yan Huan, who usually finishes her noodles in less than a minute, has now been eating them for a full ten minutes.

At this point, there was still half left on the plate.

He kept eating.

Ten minutes later, he still had a quarter of his noodles on his plate.

"Ding Dong—Ding Dong—Ding Dong—"

On March 7th, my phone kept ringing with message notifications, seemingly from personnel at the space station urging me to hurry up.

Because Yan Huan was eating noodles with soybean paste and couldn't reply, all the messages were posted here on March 7th.

March 7th was frantically replying to those messages, while urging someone who was sitting on the sofa slowly chewing their food:

"Brother, can't you eat faster?! We're already late according to the original schedule."

Yan Huan ignored him and laughed:

"What's the rush? The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are. The main characters often make their appearance last."

March 7th stared wide-eyed at the pinkish-blue eyes, "Seriously? Are you going to make a big deal out of a bowl of noodles with soybean paste? Do you think this is French cuisine?"

Mr. Yan shook his head again:

"This is no longer just an ordinary bowl of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste)."

He looked at March 7th, his eyes shining brightly.

"This is a milestone in the beginning of my brilliant life."

In her astonishment on March 7th, Yan Huan suddenly quickened her pace and swiftly finished off the remaining noodles.

He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, stood up, and looked at the crowd outside.

A big wave of his hand.

He said in a deep voice:

"It's about time. Let's go, come with me, Yan, to broaden our horizons."

March 7: "..."

Yan Huan stepped off the train with her hands in her trench coat pockets, the hem of her coat fluttering in the wind.

He hurriedly followed on March 7th.

Because they were testing a simulated universe today, Black Tower suddenly had the idea to display their research results on the public screen of the entire space station.

Therefore, many staff members were given a day off to come and see Master Yan Huan's demeanor.

As soon as we got off the train, the staff members outside greeted us very respectfully and said:

"Master Yan Huan, you've finally arrived!"

Yan Huan pushed up her sunglasses and scanned the staff members gathered in a circle with a blank expression.

Hands behind the back, facing the heavens:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, everyone. It must have been tiring waiting here for so long."

The staff members were initially quite resentful, wondering why Yan Huan was taking so long to come out.

But upon hearing his words, all my dissatisfaction vanished instantly.

"Not at all, haha! Master Yan Huan is just being polite. It's no trouble for us to wait a little longer."

"Yes, yes, it is an immense honor for someone like you to personally test our space station project!"

"Even someone as powerful as Master Yan Huan needs to use the restroom?"

"Please sign your name for me!"

The crowd responded enthusiastically, and Yan Huan shook hands with each of them without missing a single one.

He looked exactly like a high-ranking leader who had come to inspect the area.

March 7th was stunned:

"This guy is really good at pretending."

Many of the staff members who participated in the handshake were familiar faces.

Capote shook hands with him: "Brother Yan Huan, do you still remember me? Haha, you've really stolen the show today."

Yan Huan nodded politely: "Of course I remember, Young Master Bo seems a bit out of sorts today."

Capote waved his hand politely: "Oh, it's just a little bit of hardship."

Followed by.

Rong Cang finally shook hands with him: "Brother Huan, do you still remember me? Back then, you were protected by two Star Core Hunters in the containment module. If it weren't for you drawing their fire, the antimatter legion would have been lining up to attack you, and I would have been in real trouble. Now my injuries have healed, and my boss who had been holding back my thesis has been reported. I feel like life is full of hope!"

Yan Huan smiled politely: "Of course I remember. It's good that you reported it. I hate this kind of boss the most. I wish you a happy life."

Rongcang bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, my brother Huan!"

Followed by.

Rocky shook hands with him: "Brother Huan, do you still remember me? Your sword strike caused a change in the magnetic field of the entire universe, stopping the Starquake. If it weren't for you, my girlfriend Leslie and I might never have seen each other again because of the spacetime curvature. I'm really grateful for your righteous help."

Yan Huan nodded politely: "I remember, I remember. You were the one who shouted the loudest when you praised me for being awesome that day."

Followed by.

Lamina shook hands with him: "Mr. Yan Huan, I don't know if you still remember me. When I saw you dealing with the water demon, I gradually understood a lot of things. I believe that only by daring to take action like you can one obtain the dignity that belongs to them. So that day I wrote a letter of complaint, reporting my leader. Did I do the right thing?"

Yan Huan nodded politely:

"I remember, I remember. Good job reporting it! The space station needs people like you. Let's start cleaning up the workplace with you."

Lamina bowed deeply:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Yan Huan. I will definitely continue to work hard!"

Look at all these people praising Yan Huan.

March 7th held her breath, covered her face with her hands, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Is the person they're praising the same person I know?"

Chapter 21 Is he really that oblivious?