Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

Hoshi picked up the neatly folded pajamas.

Let's take a look.

Good guy.

The dress features a pink and white color scheme, a soft velvet trim around the neckline, and a large Pam logo in the center making a peace sign.

Even the iconic big ears were made three-dimensional, hanging down on the chest and swaying back and forth.

Are they treating me like a train mascot?

Although she was internally complaining, Hoshino still obediently put it on.

After all, she has no other choice but to "obey" or "play dead" now.

The fabric is very soft, and there is no friction when it rubs against the skin. It is obviously a material that March 7th specially chose.

She pushed open the bathroom door.

The hot air rushed into the corridor, turning into white mist in the slightly cool air.

Before she could even see what was happening outside, a hand pierced through the white mist and accurately grabbed her wrist.

"They're finally out!"

Xing's magnified face appeared before them, her golden eyes gleaming with a kind of "troublemaking" light.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Everyone's getting impatient! Even if you're injured, you can't be late for the main character's entrance ceremony!"

They didn't give Hoshino any time to react at all.

Xing grabbed her and started running.

Hey!

Slower!

I am fragile!

Although these pajamas are loose and don't restrict my movements, my physical condition can't withstand this kind of 100-meter sprint!

Hoshi felt like a kite being released into the air, her feet almost off the ground, and she could only be passively pulled through the corridor.

The scenery on both sides rushed past, and only Pam's big ears were frantically slapping in front of her.

"arrive!"

With a shout from Xing, the door to the party carriage was flung open.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Before the star could even stand still, three loud bangs exploded in his ears.

Colorful ribbons, sparkling sequins, and flower petals from who-knows-where rained down on you like a sudden downpour.

"Welcome home!!"

Everyone gathered in the center of the carriage, holding empty cannon barrels, their faces beaming with the same smiles.

Even the usually serious Dan Heng had a barely perceptible smile on his lips, even though he was still holding that damned balloon pump in his hand.

Himeko held her favorite coffee cup, her eyes filled with tenderness, as if she were looking at her own child.

Walter Young pushed up his glasses, his face full of kindness.

The black swan sat on the armrest of the sofa and clapped gracefully.

Although Nguyen Mai and Sunday were standing a little further away, they still cast their gazes.

This moment.

There is no pressure from school assignments.

The uncertainty of the future.

The isolation from classmates.

Those disgusting gender and rhythm disputes...

Only pure, unadulterated welcome.

Meanwhile, soft music played in the carriage.

Love speaks louder♪

『Going Home♪』

『Going Home♪』

"With love, there is nothing to fear♪"

Let dreams sprout in your heart♪

"It's become a colorful fairy tale♪"

Where did you get this music from my hometown?!

Nihoshi stood at the door, several colorful ribbons on her head, and Pam's big ears were still swaying in front of her chest due to inertia.

She stared blankly at the scene.

His appearance remained lifeless, as if he were about to die at any moment.

His gray pupils lacked luster, and his pale face was etched with exhaustion.

But deep down...

Damn it...

This background music is just too overpowered!

Is this what it means to be treated like a main character?

Thinking back to all the scenarios I had imagined before, like the destruction of the universe or the restart of civilization, they all seem incredibly cliché compared to this moment.

Indeed, it is only this kind of warm and cozy daily life that requires no thought that is the treasure of human civilization!

Screw your studies! Screw the system settings!

Right now, all I want to do is give a shout-out to the screenwriter... oh wait, I mean, to myself!

Although I wrote myself to the point of exhaustion, it was all worth it to get to this moment!

Although the little voice inside her was frantically throwing a tantrum to express her gratitude, Hoshino's physical functions only allowed her to make one reaction—

She blinked, and a little bit of physiological moisture squeezed out of the corner of her eye.

Then he nodded somewhat stiffly.

"I'm back."

The sound was very soft, but loud enough for everyone in the carriage to hear clearly.

"Yay! Let the party begin!"

Xing was the first to cheer, casually tossing the empty cannon barrel behind him.

On Sunday, he quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding being hit on the head...

Then Xing was the first to rush up.

"Come on! Now that you're back, you must undergo the train crew's traditional ceremony!"

She opened her arms and gave Hoshino a big bear hug without saying a word.

"Well……"

Hoshino was so choked that her eyes rolled back.

Big sister... are you going to break my newly set bones again?

However... it is indeed very warm.

Xing loosened his grip and chuckled, "It's a bit brittle, but the feel is still just as good!"

Next up is Himeko.

Her embrace carried a faint aroma of coffee, gentle and restrained; she only briefly wrapped her arms around him before letting go, as if afraid of hurting this porcelain doll.

"Get some rest, and tell Pam what you want to eat."

Then came Danheng.

He walked over somewhat awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and gently hugged Hoshino's shoulder.

His movements were so stiff, it was as if he were carrying some dangerous goods.

Teacher Danheng... your pectoral muscles are so hard...

Taking the opportunity, Hoshino cursed in his mind.

Walter Young patted her on the back like an elder: "It's good that you're back."

Even the black swan drifted over and gave her a hug with a mysterious fragrance: "Looking forward to uncovering more of your interesting memories."

Sister... I'm also looking forward to discovering your talents... hehehe.

Hugs one after another.

Hoshi felt like a doll on an assembly line, receiving warmth from different people.

That feeling of being filled...

Cool!

So cool!

Is this the joy of being the darling of the group?

Modo Modo!

at last.

It was the last person's turn.

March 7th.

The pink-haired girl had been waiting nearby for a while. After everyone had finished hugging, she came over, both eager and shy.

"Um... welcome back!"

On March 7th, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright.

She glanced at Hoshino's empty right sleeve, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes.

Then, it was as if to make up for something, or simply because of an emotional outburst.

She pounced on him suddenly.

The action is fast.

It carries the unique fragrance and vitality of a young girl.

Before Hoshino could react, she was hit squarely in the face by the pink cannonball.

Because only his left hand could move, and his body was not yet fully coordinated.

The moment March 7th pounced on him, Hoshino instinctively raised her left hand to try to hug him back or maintain her balance.

then.

Coincidentally.

That location.

That still somewhat stiff left hand, just like that, straight and accurate... pressed down on the soft undulations of March 7's chest.

soft.

This is my first impression.

bomb.

This is the second feeling.

The pupils of the yokai trembled for a moment.

Holy crap?!

This...this is the legendary lucky pervert incident?!

I can't believe I actually triggered this achievement in my lifetime?!

This sensation... is it real?!

Is this the true value of a wife born on March 7th?!

I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die from excitement!

Not only did I touch it, but...

Driven by the primal desire for "breeding," or simply by a twitching of the nerves in the hand.

Shihoshi's hand, inexplicably and uncontrollably...

I pinched it.

March 7th was still moved and had her eyes closed.

Suddenly I felt the mischievous hand on my chest, and that subtle pressure.

"!!!"

The girl's body stiffened instantly.

The redness on her face spread visibly from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck.

"You...you..."

On the seventh day of the third month, I felt so ashamed and indignant that I wanted to die.

Although I knew the other person was injured, although I knew they might have difficulty using only one hand, although I knew we were both girls...

but!

That spot!

And that gesture!

That's too much!

Under extreme tension and shyness, March 7's brain instantly shut down.

The body made its most instinctive stress response—

Muscles tighten.

He instinctively strained his arms, trying to either hold the "rogue" in his arms tighter or push him away.

"ah--!"

This exertion is not a problem.

For the average person, this might just be a slightly tighter hug.

Even for Xing in the past, this was only a tickle.

but.

For this current Yohoshi, who looks like he just had surgery, whose entire body except for his face is pieced together, and who is as brittle as a potato chip...

Click.

A crisp sound, like a withered branch breaking.

It stood out starkly against the backdrop of upbeat party music.

Exceptionally clear.

It was exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

The expression on Mohoshi's face, which was originally at the peak of his life because of the feeling of the action, froze instantly.

Ok?

What was that sound?

It seems to be coming from my body?

what……

waist……

My back...

It seems... it's broken?

All the excitement, all the beauty, all the complaints.

In that instant, everything vanished into thin air.

Shihoshi didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He slid down March 7's body like a lump of mud.

Only the left hand remained in that "pinching" posture, stiffly hanging in mid-air.

The laughter in the carriage stopped abruptly.

The ribbon tube in Xing's hand fell to the ground.

The balloon in Danheng's hand flew away.

Himeko spilled some coffee on her skirt.

Nguyen Mai stopped taking the pastries out of the oven.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

March 7th is still in that embracing posture, but her arms are already empty.

She looked down at Hoshino, who was sprawled on the ground at a strangely distorted angle.

silence.

Dead silence.

Until three seconds later.

It wasn't until March 7th that they finally realized what had happened.

"Aa ...

A sharp, explosive sound, enough to shatter the train car windows, broke the deathly silence.

"It's...it's broken?! Her back is broken?! I broke her back from hugging her so tightly!!"

March 7th: I really didn't mean to! She hit me first! No... it was the spot where she hit me first! No... well, I just gave her a light hug!

Xing: Gently? Judging from your posture, you're planning to give her a quick hug and a kill, aren't you?

Hoshino (lying on the ground): To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is a romantic death... It's worth it... (vomits blood)

Dan Heng: Quick, call the doctor! No, quick, call Ruan Mei over here!

Ruan Mei (calmly watching the show): This bone density... is indeed a topic worth studying.

(PS: Hehehe! (evil laugh) This book is more slice-of-life, the plot is just average. Tell me! Which character do you want to revive? According to the Black Tower, the Star needs to redo its exploration, meaning that when it needs to strengthen or unlock a certain destiny, it will have to go back to the place where the Star originally unlocked its destiny, including Onpharos. "End" divine power!!! Abbreviation: Zhong Li!)

Aha: Happy.