Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Two-Phase Paradise, the central commercial street of Two-Dimensional City.

Xing led Lu Ze through several neon-lit alleys, winding and turning before stopping in front of an extravagantly designed golden trash can.

The trash can is coated with a shiny gold paint, and a slogan in cursive script is printed on it: "Discard unhappiness, recycle happiness."

There are two patterns painted on the sides, one crying and the other laughing—the crying one's tears are floating upwards.

"Even this trash can talks better than I do," Lu Ze commented sincerely.

"Even the trash cans at Erxiang Paradise have a unique corporate culture," Xing said, lifting the lid and expertly reaching inside to feel around for a while.

She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, an unopened package of fantasy cotton candy, a half-empty bottle of Solomon's Sesame Oil, and a crumpled autographed photo.

He spread these items out on the rim of the bucket, flipped through them, and found that none of them were fit for shipment. He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"What bad luck! You get to touch the next bucket."

Xing felt from the bottom of her heart that Lu Ze's luck was incredible.

He only touched the trash can twice.

Once, he found a Level 1 access card in the Tower of Babel; another time, he found a copy machine in a municipal trash can near the school gate.

If the goods are shipped both times, the probability is 100%.

The train crew unanimously agreed with Xing's opinion. After all, someone who has traveled through countless other worlds since childhood and still lives such a comfortable life must have some incredible luck.

"Who is this?" Lu Ze leaned closer to look at the crumpled autographed photo.

"Robin!" Xing smoothed out the photo a bit, revealing the signature of the silver-haired girl on it.

"Is this the Miss Robin you mentioned? She's quite pretty." Lu Ze examined the photo, praising her sincerely.

"Her voice is even more beautiful."

Xing carefully put the autographed photo into her pocket, her chin slightly raised, her expression as proud as if she were introducing her own younger sister.

Lu Ze suddenly clapped his hands.

"Let's go buy one of her albums, and we can also buy some gifts for Celine and the others while we're at it."

He strolled around the commercial street, where the shop signs were all kinds of things, from the Illusionary Mecha Armor Shop to the Idol Merchandise Shop.

"That trash can..." Xing turned back to look at the golden trash can, her eyes filled with longing.

"We'll collect it when we get back."

After Lu Ze finished speaking, he pulled the reluctant Xing and plunged into the cluster of shops in the commercial district.

Soon, Lu Ze found the Robin Records he had been longing for – "Air Pupa".

The album cover is a pale purple matte cover with a half-body profile of a robin outlined in laser-cut white lines. She is holding a microphone, and the outline of her hair and celestial halo refracts rainbow fragments of light.

As is customary, I buy three: one for personal use, one for collection, and one for evangelism.

He planned to give the album he used for preaching to An Linyue. Girls are usually more interested in big stars, and albums are not like other gifts that easily reveal things that are inconvenient to explain.

He had also picked out a gift for Sirin: a complete manga series called "Soten Kouro" (Souten Kouro), a thick, hardcover collection.

Sirin has recently become obsessed with games and anime, so this gift will most likely please her.

Bella was given a robot vacuum cleaner called "Fantasy Creature". The shopkeeper said it was powered by electricity, could clean for half a month on a single charge, and could empty its own dustbin.

Lu Ze imagined Bella's expression when she received the robot vacuum cleaner, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Just as he finished choosing all the gifts, Xing also picked out the next trash can for him to open.

Across the street, a fluorescent pink trash can has a sign that reads: "Happiness Drop-off Point, Take Your Worries With You."

What a devilish trash can!