Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

When Alan heard his name called, he immediately ran over.

"Uh... Miss, it's okay, you can just look at the screen."

Estella covered her eyes, the sound of "slap—slap—plop—plop..." still echoing in her ears.

"This isn't over yet, Alan, you're trying to get me into trouble."

Alan immediately waved his hand and stammered:

"No, no, miss... it's not what you think."

"He was just giving Mr. Yan Huan a massage."

"Oh, just a massage?"

Estelle listened to Alan's words and looked at the big screen with a mixture of belief and doubt.

The male clerk suddenly yanked off the blanket, then pulled out some essential oil, applied it to Yan Huan's back, and began slapping it wildly with the back of his hand, shouting as he did so:

"Huan-ge, what are you being shy about? How can I let go of your hand when you're wrapped in a blanket? Don't worry, I'm the only one here, and there are no cameras filming you. Relax!"

"Maybe there really is. There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me," Yan Huan muttered on the screen.

"Haha, Huan-ge just loves to joke around."

Estelle: "..."

The soft, slapping sounds were simply the male clerk slapping Yan Huan's back with the back of his hand.

Case closed.

Nothing actually happened between Yan Huan and the gay man on the space station.

But everyone remained silent.

I was mainly amazed by the conversation between the two people in the video, as well as the more than thirty different shooting angles.

What a ruthless person, installing so many cameras.

Is Wen Shiling really that amazing?

"How was it?" Wen Shiling proudly raised her chin and said smugly:

"This video is enough to show that Huan Shao is innocent. He just went for a massage. He must have been too tired, so he had no choice but to relax."

Sitting on the judges' panel on March 7th, I was unable to calm down for a long time.

Fortunately, Yan Huan no longer goes back to the room prepared for him at the space station; he usually sleeps in the guest room carriage of the Starry Sky Train.

Otherwise, I really don't know how much material these brainless fans would have been provided with.

"Hey? Why aren't you guys saying anything?"

auditorium.

Wen Shiling looked around, her face full of questions.

Was it because she didn't explain it well, or did she miss some details?

"..." The entire room fell silent.

Only the Star God of Joy, Aha, had one hand on Yan Huan's shoulder, and one corner of his mouth was wildly upturned:

"...Pfft, hahaha, so this is your general? This video has over thirty different camera angles, it's even more ruthless than those hotel voyeur videos!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan showed no embarrassment whatsoever; in fact, she became quite smug.

"Huh? What's so special about that? It just shows that General Wen is very capable!"

"I'm dying of laughter, hahaha... You little rascal, you're really something, you've really opened my eyes! Holy crap, you can still be so stubborn!"

Yan Huan: "..."

"Huan Shao, we won! Hahahaha!" Seeing that no one in the audience spoke up, Wen Shiling waved her glow stick and cheered.

Throughout the entire audience, not a single official, whether civil or military, dared to speak.

"Ahem." Aista coughed lightly, quickly turned off the video, and awkwardly picked up the microphone, saying:

"Okay, thank you Ms. Wen Shiling for providing the clue. I believe everyone now has a completely new understanding of Mr. Yan Huan."

"Yay!!" Wen Shiling cheered excitedly.

"Oh, by the way, Wen Shiling, remember to come to my office later."

Wen Shiling's smile froze:

"..."

……

Chapter 35: Is Uncle Yang overthinking things?

The video has been played several times already. Forget about proving that Yan Huan has mental problems; it's practically turned into a Yan Huan commendation ceremony now.

Ahha tapped his hand repeatedly on the table, looking quite puzzled.

its not right.

Why does it seem more and more normal for him to do these things the more I look at it?

Did everyone on this space station really misunderstand him?

At this moment, the big screen was still playing the recording of Yan Huan's time on the space station.

Aha interrupted directly:

"Wait, don't put the ones for the space station, put the ones I gave you!"

All of Black Tower's videos were refuted by that elementary school student in a very logical and reasoned manner.

If this continues, the situation will truly become one-sided.

Why has something that seemed so predictable become so absurd as it's developed?

“Okay, since Mr. Aha, the sponsor, has said so, let’s change the recording!” Estella looked at the big screen happily.

"Wait a minute." Aha stood up again.

“Mr. Aha, is there anything else you need?” Estella asked, tilting her head.

“I want to ban her.” Aha pointed at Wen Shiling in the audience, very seriously.

"what?"

Aistar stared blankly at Wen Shiling below the stage. Indeed, her performance today was truly outstanding.

If we let her continue like this, the consequences will be unimaginable.

“But, Mr. Aha, isn’t that unfair?” Estelle frowned her beautiful eyebrows. “Isn’t it said that the eyes of the masses are discerning? If what Wen Shiling said is really inappropriate, shouldn’t someone stand up to refute it?”

Aha: "..."

"Besides, Wen Shiling is still a minor. Is it really okay to put her in the ban position like this?"

At this moment, Yan Huan also stood up and said arrogantly:

"Oh well, it's fine. If he's banned, he's banned. My Love Group isn't just about General Wen, is it?"

He waved to Wen Shiling, indicating:

"General Wen, let's leave the stage to others. You should take a rest first."

Upon hearing Huan Shao call her name, Wen Shiling was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

“Alright, Young Master Huan, since you’ve said so, then I won’t participate in the discussion. I still believe that the eyes of the masses are discerning, and even without me, someone else will stand up to clear your name.”

After saying that, Wen Shiling obediently sat down.

This made Aha feel a little embarrassed.

He looked at Yan Huan, then at Wen Shiling. "What do you mean? Are you making it sound like I can't handle this?"

Yan Huan frowned:

"Didn't you say you were going to ban her?"

Aha countered:

"Couldn't you have negotiated a little? You banned so decisively. Are you so confident that your 'Love and Pleasure Group' still has some strong players?"

Yan Huan put her hands on her hips and laughed loudly:

"No need. The innocent are innocent, why would I, Yan, need anyone to clear my name? I am innocent!"

"Alright, since you don't have a clear understanding of yourself, I won't try to persuade you any further."

Aha said to Está:

"Since that elementary school student has been banned, I have to do something too. I have to treat everyone fairly."

He waved his hand gently, and streaks of black shadows, like sharp arrows, were drawn in from all parts of the space station.

They all gathered in the center of the stage.

"A false alarm?!" Estella quickly retreated to the edge of the stage.

"Hey," Aha laughed, "These newly emerged Void Soldiers from the Rift must be giving your space station a headache. After the voting is over, this kid will probably have to help you clean them up again. I'll be the good guy and kill them all!"

Aha's gaze sharpened, and countless phantom soldiers sucked into the center of the stage turned to ashes with screams.

The whole process was clean and efficient.

Yan Huan clapped her hands:

"Wow, that's awesome! How did you manage to suck it in? Teach me!"

Ahab squinted and said:

"Alright, as long as you admit you're a lunatic, you don't need to vote. Just become my messenger, and I'll teach you this trick and give you a huge amount of imaginary energy as a bonus. How about that?"

Yan Huan frowned:

"Ha, I've already told you I'm a perfectly respectable person, in excellent mental health, don't even think about slandering me!"