Star Railway: I have told you, I am not Otto

Flowing cloud crossing.

Abandoned Yunqi stronghold.

"came back?"

In the living room.

Rakshasa, who had finished cooking, lit the fireplace, sat on the sofa with glasses, and read a book by the firelight of the fireplace.

Next to Rakshasa, Su Shang was sleeping soundly on the sofa, drooling all over the floor.

"Well... I have nothing to do over there anymore."

Wuyue came to sit on the sofa opposite Rakshasa and chuckled,

"However, I encountered something very interesting. Do you want to hear it?"

Rakshasa also smiled. Faced with this obvious proposition, he replied unhurriedly:

"Sir, if you are willing to talk, I will naturally be a listener. There are some desserts in the kitchen. Do you need to go down and get them?"

Seeing Rakshasa kicking the ball back again and changing the subject, Wuyue chuckled and said:

"Well... bring me two portions, and let's eat the rest together tomorrow morning."

Saying that, May took a look at the kitchen with interest. Before the time travel, there were a lot of people on the Internet saying how good Otto's cooking skills were. Five hundred years of training allowed him to even surpass the Herrscher of Rice in some aspects. .

Although the current Rakshasa does not have five hundred years of training, he is a similar flower after all, so his cooking skills are not too bad.

Then... May's eyes became wonderful.

Because on the kitchen stove, there was already a pile of desserts and snacks packed with plastic wrap and tableware. It didn't look like what "breakfast" should look like.

"Ah...sorry, the number may be too much."

Rakshasa smiled helplessly, walked to the kitchen, took two warm desserts and handed them to May, saying,

"But I felt that if I just made taro cakes, it might not be enough for her, so I thought about making more. Anyway, there are five of us... But when the ingredients were taken out by me, I realized that I had already made them. The table is full."

"As expected of you."

May took the supper and walked upstairs immediately.

Rakshasa returned to Su Shang and continued to read some kind of document.

If May could stop here for a moment, he would find that the words "One Hundred Techniques for Cooking" are written on the cover of the book Rakshasa is looking at.

Of course, none of this matters.

And the second floor.

Naturally, Wu Wu took two late-night snacks not for himself. After all, he had already eaten with Xing and the others at the bun shop in Changletian.

May opened the Xumi Mustard Seeds and threw a Rakshasa-wrapped dessert inside. When Qianai woke up, she could eat it by herself.

As for the other one, May tore a space rift at hand.

……

Star Dome Train.

After finally repairing the kitchen and taking a shower, Promethean Duck felt that he had finally slept peacefully. He felt the familiar space fluctuations and thought that May was about to be attacked at night. He was startled and quickly threw himself on the bed. Wrap the quilt around your body to form a shield.

"Hmm? What's your posture like this?"

Through the cracks in space, Wuyue looked at Prometheus, who was lying on the bed, obviously just after taking a shower. With a smile in his eyes, he said,

"Not bad... quite conscious. But I don't have time to play with you now. I brought you a midnight snack. Do you want to eat it?"

Hearing that it was not a night attack, Promethean Duck breathed a sigh of relief. After running the mimicry, Almighty put on clothes for himself, looked at the dessert handed over by May, and said:

"Next time, please don't contact me when this unit is about to shut down... Did you do this?"

"Um……"

May looked at Promethea's surprised eyes. After thinking for a moment, she patted her chest proudly and said,

"of course."

……

The next day.

Chang Lotte.

"Girl, my name is Qingque~ I became a father in Taibo Division Treasurer~"

After playing mahjong all night, Qingque regained the confidence he had lost in May and walked out of the card hall while humming a self-composed song. He was full of energy and did not look like he had been playing cards all night.

After taking a look at the time, Qingque felt that it was almost time. According to the communication method sent by Fu Xuan, he contacted the person he wanted to pick up next.

[A bag of clods·Sparrow God: Hello, hello, is this Ms. Star? ]

[A bag of clods·Sparrow God: Counting the time, you should be awake by this time, right? Fu Taibu asked me to pick you up. I will wait for you on the dock. This is my current location. ]

[——The other party initiated location sharing——]

[Xing: Oh, okay, wait a minute. I'll call the others. They'll be there soon. ]

In the inn.

Last night, after handing Yunqi over to Danshu for treatment, Xing ran to Shence Mansion to explain to Qingdao the situation in the Medicine King's secret mansion, and explained to Walter that "Yanqing" had left in order to track down the key criminal. , I was busy until very late and didn't go to bed.

After seeing that it was already past ten in the morning, Xing patted March 7 next to him who was sleeping more deeply than himself, and said,

"March, it's time for us to get up."

"Huh? Ah...oh..."

March 7, who was also busy (playing) until very late last night, pushed the star in a daze and said,

"You go call Fumeng and the others first, and I will sleep for a while... just for a little while..."

"Um……"

Xing smiled helplessly, then picked up her phone and silently took a picture of March Qi's sleeping posture, which looked very unattractive to a pretty girl.

Gently taking off her legs that were pressing on him, Xing stood up to change his clothes and went to call Fu Meng and Ting Yun in the next room.

In the corridor of the inn, Walter has been waiting here for a long time.

"Have you received the message too?"

Walter looked at Xing who walked out before he knocked on the door, and asked.

"Well, March 7th said we'll get up soon. I'll call Fumeng and the others first."

With that said, Xing knocked on the door of the next room.

"Please come in."

There was the sound of stopping the cloud in the room.

Xing then pushed the door open and found Fu Meng sitting in front of the dressing table, while Ting Yun stood behind her, holding a comb in one hand and a hairpin with a cute little fox icon in the other, combing Fu Meng's hair.

Seeing Xing come in, Fu Meng subconsciously wanted to say hello to her.

"My benefactor, please don't move."

Tingyun smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched Fu Meng's face, and said,

"It'll be ready soon, please wait a moment."

"Then Uncle Yang and I will go to the lobby to wait for you."

I couldn't understand the star logo, but I was greatly shocked. I secretly made up my mind that I had to learn how to comb hair, and I would have the opportunity to use it on March 7th.

After three or four minutes, Tingyun and Fumeng walked out of the room, and Xing also walked to his room, picked up March 7 who had not yet gotten up, and forced him to turn on his phone.

In this way, the pioneering team had all arrived, and they got up and headed to Changletian Plaza.

……

"Hooray!"

Qingque couldn't help but randomly found three people to play a game of mahjong on the pier. Qingque pushed down his cards very domineeringly.

Looking back, Qingque saw the belated arrival of the pioneering team.

"Are you Miss Qingque?"

Walter pushed up his glasses and said,

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay~ I just finished firing one."

Qingque showed a big and generous smile, waved to his poker buddies and told them to play again next time, and then said to Walter and others,

"I'm done with my worries here. Guest, why don't you go to Xingcha?"

With that said, Qingque gestured to Xingcha, who was already docked on the pier.

March 7th was the first to run over, preparing to take another nap in Xingcha's seat.

Then on March 7th, he saw Qingque sitting on the Xingcha and sitting directly next to him.

"?"

March 7 slowly typed a question mark and said,

"Aren't you the one who opened Xingcha??"

"Oops... I played all night long last night... uh, cough cough. I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm not in a good mental state, so I'm not suitable for Xingcha."

Qingque smiled and said,

"Anyway, I heard from Fu Taibu that Miss Tingyun is an expert in Xingcha driving, so let her drive the car."

"Hmm~"

Tingyun, who had already arrived in front of the Xingcha rudder, smiled at the pioneering team and said,

"Then, little girl...it's time to show off."