Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Xing quickly clicked on the picture.

The moment the photo loaded, her eyes widened slightly.

This is a group photo taken on an asphalt road. The morning light shines obliquely down from the upper left of the picture, giving everyone a thin golden edge.

Lu Ze stood in the middle, still looking as refreshing and pleasing to the eye as ever, his black hair slightly lifted by the morning breeze.

Celine stood to his left, and Bella stood to his right.

Xilin's deep purple hair swayed gently in the morning breeze, her eyes glancing elsewhere with a hint of curiosity in them.

Bella stood ramrod straight, her pale blue eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a hint of wariness.

The background is an ordinary street with neat rows of green trees lining the roadside, and the outlines of several residential buildings can be seen in the distance.

This is the route Lu Ze takes to school every day.

"He brought the Herrscher back?"

Dan Heng's voice carried a rare hint of surprise.

"She even brought a Judgment-class Honkai Beast." March 7's gaze lingered on Bella for a moment. "She can even transform into human form..."

Following the photos, Lu Ze sent a long post.

He briefly recounted what happened to him afterward.

The story begins with him being pulled into an illusion by Sirin in the confinement room, then he wakes up on the floor of the confinement room, followed by Sirin's judgment of the entire Tower of Babel, the sudden appearance of Otto and two S-class Valkyries, and finally, his escape with Sirin and Bella right under Otto's nose, before leaving he made a sarcastic remark about the Bishop of Destiny.

The carriage remained quiet for a long time.

Walter's lips curled into a mysterious smile, his face showing a hint of smug satisfaction.

His usually serious eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze behind his glasses fell on the passage describing Otto's "ashen face," and the curve of his lips deepened.

March 7th astutely caught Walter's micro-expression.

She nudged Xing's arm gently with her elbow, then leaned close to Xing's ear and whispered, "Look at Uncle Yang's smug expression. What grudge does he hold against this Otto?"

She spoke in a very low voice, but the carriage was so quiet that almost everyone heard her.

Xing ignored the gossip about March 7th.

Her attention was now entirely focused on the dark green municipal trash can in the photo.

Her fingers flew across the screen with astonishing speed; almost at the same time March 7th leaned close to her ear to speak, a message was already edited and sent.

[Galaxy Baseball Man: Bro, there's something in that bucket behind you.]

The gossipy expression on March 7th's face froze instantly.

She remained close to Xing's ear, staring at Xing's face with an incredulous look, then took a deep breath, grabbed Xing's ear, and scolded playfully, "You rascal, are you even listening to me?!"

Xing shrank to the side, covering her reddened ear, but still wore that unrepentant smile on her face.

"Cough cough."

Walter's smile faded, and he awkwardly coughed twice, his right hand loosely clenched into a fist and placed against his mouth.

He had naturally heard what March 7th had just said and realized that he had failed to control his facial expressions.

Everyone's tired, go home and rest. Goodnight.

After saying that, he adjusted his glasses, nodded slightly to everyone, and turned to leave the party carriage.

His pace was a bit faster than usual, but his back view seemed somewhat hurried.

However, the corners of his mouth curved up again the moment he turned around—he felt he was going to have a sweet dream tonight.

"Walter is right, it's late, everyone should go back and rest." Himeko put down her empty coffee cup.

The parents have spoken, so the children naturally have to obey.

March 7th rubbed her eyes, only to realize that sleepiness had already washed over her.

She waved to Xing and Danheng, said goodnight, and walked towards her room, muttering to herself, "I must find out what's going on with Otto and Uncle Yang tomorrow."

Dan Heng Chaoxing nodded slightly, then turned and left, his aloof figure quickly disappearing at the end of the carriage corridor.

Xing glanced down at her phone screen; Lu Ze hadn't replied yet.

She wasn't in a hurry. She put her phone in her pocket, stood up from the sofa, and stretched.

She planned to go back to her room and chat with Lu Ze slowly in bed.