Starry Sky Railway: Start with some fireworks and have some fun

After saying that, Hanabi hugged Qinglan even tighter, looking as if she absolutely did not want Qinglan to leave.

"Just wear thermal underwear!"

"That thing's been frozen all night, it's practically the same as ice outside! Now you're the only one in this room that can generate heat, so you better stay put!"

Faced with Hanahime's unreasonable request, Aoran couldn't help but sigh.

"Can I go to the bathroom? I'll be right back."

"no!"

"Why is that?"

"If you get up, the last bit of heat in the blankets will dissipate, and Lady Hanabi will freeze into an icicle."

"What if I can't hold it in anymore?"

"Then just tie it with a rubber band. I have some in my hair, you can do it yourself!"

"Are you fucking a devil?! Seriously, won't you complain after I use it?"

"Then just throw it away. It's just a hair tie anyway. I'll take it off for you right away."

After saying that, Hanabi began to untie a rubber band from her braid. When Qinglan saw Hanabi reach out and place the rubber band in front of him, he was completely stunned.

Qinglan stared into Hanabi's eyes, her expression complex.

"are you serious?"

"Of course! Hurry up, if you wet the bed, this bed won't be safe anymore. Remember to tie it tight!"

Qinglan: ...

Oh no, I've seen it in her eyes, this girl is serious.

However, Qinglan did not take Hanabi's hair tie, but said with a hint of amusement.

"Hey, Miss Hanabi, you're just a little girl running into my arms. Aren't you afraid something might happen? I'm a man, after all!"

"Hmph, don't even try. If you really wanted to lay a hand on me, you would have done it those few days at the tavern. I believe you can control your gun, otherwise I would never have crawled into your bed."

"You really don't treat me like an outsider!"

Although Qinglan could now transform into the Grand Duke of Netherfire to raise the indoor temperature, she immediately dismissed the idea upon seeing Hanabi clinging tightly to her.

He glanced at the time; it was not yet seven o'clock. The Belleberg Museum opened at nine, which meant he could probably still hold this guy for more than an hour.

At least this morning, he was a beneficiary of a stroke of good fortune.

Then, Qinglan stretched out her right arm and tightly hugged Hanabi's hand and body. Qinglan clearly felt Hanabi's body tremble when her arm touched her body, but it quickly disappeared.

"Hold me tight, the weather here is so cold. It's all your fault for pulling the blanket off so many times. All the heat I had accumulated overnight has gone away."

Hanabi complained a little, then buried her head in Qinglan's chest. Although putting on her winter clothes would be a piece of cake, she just wanted to lie in bed with Qinglan in her arms right now.

Perhaps this is the only slightly legitimate reason she has to get close to this guy.

Chapter 78 The Routine of Fireworks

About half an hour later, the temperature gradually began to rise, and Qinglan's breath no longer turned into white mist.

"Little Firework, the temperature has risen. It seems the shopkeeper has fixed the heating system, so can you get out of my bed now?"

After hearing this, Hanabi stretched out her little feet again, but this time she didn't feel the cold wind. Then, she slowly pulled her little feet back in.

Then, she slowly moved her little head away from Qinglan's chest, looking at Qinglan with a more complicated expression.

"What's that look in your face?"

"Hmph, nothing? It's time to get up and go find old Sambo."

"What are you looking for him for?"

"It's because someone couldn't stand dancing with that big guy yesterday. Besides, I already promised you yesterday, so I can only ask him for help today."

Qinglan didn't know why, but she felt that Huahuo's mood hadn't been good since the beginning. She had treated him like a heater all night, but as soon as the temperature rose, she turned her back on him.

No, now is not the time to think about these things. The temperature has risen now, so Qinglan stopped thinking about them and got out of bed, running to the bathroom without looking back.

Hearing the gurgling sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Hanabi's cheeks flushed slightly.

In some ways, this guy has a lot of patience!

While Qinglan was in the bathroom, Hanabi quickly took off her pajamas and changed into her usual clothes.

When Qinglan came out and saw her, she couldn't help but sigh, "Miss Hanahana, you changed your clothes so fast! Did you have to lie on me for so long? Luckily the store fixed the heating system. If it hadn't been fixed, I would have burst."

"Mind your own business. Oh, and I need to use the restroom too. Also, don't eavesdrop at the door!"

"Do you think I'm that weird? Can't I just go out and buy some breakfast? What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

.........

After finishing breakfast, the two finally arrived at the Belleburg Museum after dawdling for a while. The dance performed by Schwarz and Qinglan the day before, which was full of madness and had an avant-garde artistic form, had attracted many visitors in just one day.

For no other reason than that, according to their ideology, they have already been poisoned once yesterday, and they cannot be the only ones to be poisoned.

So when they got back, they called all their relatives and friends to come and watch the dance, an art form that was hundreds of years ahead of Berloberg.

When Hanabi and Aoran arrived at the museum, the number of visitors reached an unprecedented level, and even Schwarzkopf had to move his indoor exhibit to the outdoor area.

However, as soon as Sambo saw the two of them arrive, he immediately ran over to them with great enthusiasm.

"You've finally arrived! Qinglan, hurry up and get ready to go on stage. The crowd is huge today; maybe I, Old Sangbo, can even make a quick buck!"

Looking at Sangbo's excited expression, he had no idea what terrifying scene he was about to face.

Qinglan nudged Hanabi lightly with his elbow. Hanabi glared at him, then turned around and said to Sangbo with a smile on her face.

“Hey Sambo, you see… now that we're outdoors, isn't your role as a lighting technician almost superfluous? So, regarding your salary…”

"No way! Miss, you're not going to withhold my wages, are you? It's not easy for me, Old Sambo, to earn money. Besides, even if the lighting technician is gone, I still have the job of a musician!"

"That makes sense, but the salary might be reduced a bit, probably by about half!"

Looking at the cunning businessman, Sambo was filled with indignation. "This isn't what we agreed on! You cunning businessman, you're from the tavern, how could you learn to be so corrupt from those people in the company!"

"Oh dear! Isn't this a case of the capable doing more work? You're different; you only get a fixed salary! Look at Qinglan, although the work he does is a bit shameful, his pay is based on performance. With so many people here today, I reckon he'll get... a considerable amount!"

Looking at the densely packed crowd, an idea immediately popped into Sambo's mind.

"Miss Hanabi, I'd like to switch jobs with Qinglan today. You're the chief director, you should be able to do it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Hanabi shook her head. "Oh dear, you guys were assigned your positions by rock-paper-scissors! Although I'm the director, I still respect individual wishes when it comes to assigning tasks. If you want to change, talk to Aoran!"

As she spoke, Hanabi turned around and gave Aoran a knowing look.

"Um, Qinglan... do you think... you'd be willing to... give me the chance to dance with Schwarz?"

Sangbo rubbed his hands together and smiled obsequiously, while Qinglan's eyes widened immediately upon seeing this, and then she gave Hanabi a thumbs up.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

"Ahem, well... Sambo! As you know, there were quite a lot of spectators today, and the profits for the day were quite substantial..."

"No way! My friend, consider it a favor I owe you. Who would have thought this dance would become such a hit the next day! Please grant my request! I haven't even saved enough money to book the Daydream Hotel yet! How am I supposed to get to Pinocchio without any money on me?"

"Yes, but..."

Qinglan made a conflicted expression, seemingly reluctant to give up the opportunity to dance with Schwarz. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be going through a fierce internal struggle.

"Sambo, Swaro is my dearest friend and family member. It's my honor to dance with him. You can't take someone else's love away!"

Sangbo's lips twitched. You've only known each other for less than a day, how did you become such close friends and family?

"As long as it's within my power, as long as it's not excessive, I will do my best to help. How about it?"

"Such a good thing, oh my god..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Hanabi coughed.

"Ahem, Sambo, what about me!"

Seeing Hanabi's expression, Sangbo smiled. "Miss, you're the same. As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll help, I'll always help!"

"Alright, Sambo, although I'm very reluctant, I'll reluctantly give you the chance to dance with Schwarzkopf."

Qinglan patted Sangbo on the shoulder and said with a look of "utter grief".

"Thanks, brother. Now, Old Sambo, I'll get ready to go on stage!"

Watching Sambo run towards Swaro without looking back, Hanabi and Aoran clapped their hands and said.

"Yes, mission accomplished!"

Chapter 79 Mistaken Identity

As the fireworks began to play, music started, and Sambo and Schwarzko slowly walked onto the stage and began to dance their highly abstract and eccentric style.

After playing the music, Qinglan, the musician, watched Schwarz and Sambo dance with a smile on his face. However, after watching for a while, he felt that something was missing.

Hanabi was hosting from below, while Sambo and Swallow were dancing. He wouldn't be so bored if Hanabi were there to banter with him.