NABC Page 577
Page 577
"Look at this carriage floor, which is spotless and shines like a mirror."
Xing collapsed onto the blanket, her knees trembling, looking as if she had burned out completely. She squirmed twice.
"what?!"
Haitu couldn't help but join in the吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments), pointing to the little raccoon shadowy figures diligently wiping the floor in the corner, and the black tower doll silently tidying up the bookshelves.
"Aren't all those dirty and tiring jobs done by the Shadow Soldiers and Black Tower Puppet? You yourself have never even touched a mop handle, have you?"
Faced with this soul-searching question, Xing suddenly sat up abruptly, cross-legged, her small face displaying an air of righteous indignation:
"Tell me, do those dark figures look like me?"
The Star Core Spirit shrugged, his logic crystal clear:
"Seeing so many hardworking and adorable little stars being treated like donkeys in the production team, I felt their pain deeply and endured a tremendous amount of synchronized labor!"
She placed one hand on her chest, her voice resounding:
"Therefore, I deserve at least a share of the credit for the cleanliness of the entire train—no, I deserve the largest share of the mental effort!"
Watching so many adorable raccoon-like shadowy figures of herself being driven to work like donkeys in a production team, Xing felt a spiritual connection, as if she were the one cleaning the entire train.
"..."
Bai hope and the little duck exchanged a glance, speechless.
"Right, right?"
Xing immediately took the silence as agreement, and she triumphantly beckoned to March 7th:
"So, as the biggest contributor, Ah Qi, come over here and give this hero a back massage and a shoulder rub~"
March 7th's lips twitched, puncturing Xing's beautiful dream bubble with a sharp insight:
"Come on! What do you mean by 'spiritual investment'? You just want to get a free massage from me and steal the credit!"
"Want me to give you a massage? Sure, that's not a problem~"
A sly smile curved March 7th's lips, her little face brimming with eagerness:
"The premise is, do you dare to have a tense and exciting indoor sumo duel? Winner takes all!"
"Hmm? Where's that little pig making those grunting noises?"
Xing ignored this, casually picking at her ear with her little finger, with an innocent expression that said, "The wind is too strong to hear."
"You actually dared to swear! How dare you! Since you're so arrogant, don't blame me for being ruthless! Take this—!"
Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a pink little cannonball, pouncing on Xing, who was sprawled on the blanket, with the ferocity of a hungry tiger.
Through empathy, Qiong could clearly feel the soft, warm impact of the girl's delicate body as she pounced on him, and a complex scent mixed with vanilla, milk, and a faint musk gently entered his nostrils.
It's like cream that has lost some of its fragrance after being chilled, yet it's even more refreshing.
Enjoying the wonderful feeling of the ball rolling and bouncing around her body, Qiong cheered for Xiao Sanyue.
"Go, Ah Qi! Lock her throat!"
The Haunted Rabbit and the Little Duck watched the chaotic scene unfold and shook their heads and sighed in unison.
They just finished a high-intensity deep cleaning, yet they still have the energy to play around?
He's got incredible energy...
The two subconsciously looked around, their eyes sweeping over the hardworking raccoon shadows still quietly mopping the floor, wiping the windows, and watering the potted plants in the corner.
Oh, so the dirty and hard work is all done by Shadow Raccoon Star?
That's fine.
"Who is it!"
Suddenly, a cry filled with grief and indignation, as sharp as if someone's tail had been stepped on, pierced the noise of the carriage.
Train conductor Pam, his anger reaching its peak, strode into the carriage with his short legs, his big, round eyes sweeping over the jostling crowd.
"Pam, what's wrong?"
Bai hope's gentle, angelic smile and voice, like a clear spring, gently extinguished the small seedling of anger on Pam's head.
"cough!"
Pam tried hard to suppress her anger, crossing her short arms over her chest and striking a pose of authority as a train conductor:
"This train conductor respects every passenger's right to perform voluntary labor... Passengers, have you diligently completed your assigned cleaning tasks?"
"have--!"
Xing, Qiong, and March 7th, like children being called on by their teacher in kindergarten, instantly sat up straight and spoke in unison, their voices loud and clear.
Pam narrowed her eyes, clearly not fooled by appearances:
"Well—good. Now tell Pam, who's in charge of cleaning the kitchen area?"
The air froze for a moment.
"It's him/them!"
Xing raised her arms with lightning speed, one hand pointing directly at Qiong's nose, the other locking onto March 7th.
Not to be outdone, Qiong attacked almost simultaneously, pointing one finger at the star and the other at the spectating Hare Rabbit:
March 7th also used both hands, pointing at Xing and... Dan Heng in the corner, trying to minimize his presence, as if firing a gun.
Dan Heng, who was innocently shot: "..."
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
The inexplicably implicated Haunted Rabbit: "..."
His eye twitched slightly. This damn... damn disciple!
The little duck was secretly relieved that no one had noticed her, and even quietly took a half-step back. The other three then spotted this slippery duck.
"Oh! And Bronya too!" × 2
The stars spoke in unison, and although March 7th didn't say anything, their movements were perfectly synchronized as they all pointed at Bronya, whose expression had turned to stone.
Holy crap!!
As if struck in the chest by an invisible hammer, Little Duck almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I have been betrayed three times!
"Who exactly is it?"
Pam squinted.
"Reporting to the train conductor!"
Suddenly, Haitu straightened up, gave an exaggerated military salute in a comical way, and wore a smile of righteous indignation:
“It was Qiong. He claimed that the kitchen needed to be thoroughly disinfected, and then he went in openly and stayed for a long time. I saw it with my own eyes.”
Since dear Sensei wants to shift the blame onto me, your disciple must show you proper respect today!
"You traitorous disciple!"
Qiong pointed at the Haunted Rabbit with a pained expression.
But when faced with Pam's sharp gaze that instantly focused on her, Qiong immediately switched to a stern and righteous expression, and swiftly grabbed the small hands of Xing and March 7, who were trying to sneak away:
"Reporting to the train conductor, this operation is a collective decision. I propose they carry it out!"
"Let go of me, Qiongzai! This is called betraying your teammates! You have absolutely no sense of sacrifice!"
The star struggled desperately.
"I... I only ate a little bit."
March 7th, which never lies, has already begun its self-destruction.
Pam, with an expression that said, "I knew it," slammed her short hand down on the gavel and fixed her piercing gaze on Qiong:
"So, defendant Qiong, and accomplices Xing and Sanyueqi, do you admit to bearing primary responsibility for the following heinous crimes?"
"You illegally invaded the kitchen of the dining car, a vital area, and under the guise of disinfection, you actually looted, causing the disappearance of forty-two fragrant and crispy Pam Pies, which were treasured by the train conductor."
"What's even more outrageous is that the last bowl of train pot that I, the train conductor, kept on the top shelf of the refrigerator for a midnight snack caused me to be hungry after my work—we have both witnesses and physical evidence. Do you plead guilty?!"
At this moment, Pam has transformed into an ancient righteous official, sitting high in the hall and upholding justice.
“I did eat 9 pieces… but the train pot was taken by Qiongzai.”
“Slander! She’s slandering me! I only ate 6 pieces, and Ah Xing took the train pot.”
The stars blamed each other.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist and ate eight pieces..."
On March 7th, she bent down and twisted her fingers, but then belatedly realized what was happening and started counting on her fingers seriously:
"That's not right, 9 + 6 + 8 equals 23 pieces..."
"Who ate those 19 pieces?"
Little March looked bewildered.
Xingqiong exchanged a glance. Years of swindling and deception had forged a tacit understanding between them, and a sly smile of "I see" simultaneously appeared on their faces. They both turned to look at the presiding judge.
"Reporting to Your Honor!"
"there is only one truth!"
"Those 19 yuan—"
"You ate it yourself, didn't you?"
"Cough cough."
Pam blushed and frantically waved her little paws:
"What nonsense are you talking about! This train conductor keeps public and private matters separate! ...Don't, don't interrupt!"
It forced a stern expression, attempting to mask its guilty conscience with a longer list of charges:
"This court hasn't finished its trial yet! There are still several serious cases backlogged here!"
"Including but not limited to: the incident of watering precious potted plants in the observation car with an unknown liquid, nearly causing their death; the incident of a noise attack on the train conductor during rest time; and... the most egregious incident of illegally breaking into and looting the train conductor's private snack vault!"
Pam tried to make her voice sound authoritative:
"Do you admit that these were all done by your gang? Confess the truth immediately!"
Done!
They even dug up old grievances!
As the list of charges grew longer and longer, Xing decisively chose to cut her losses and surrendered.
"Pam! We admit defeat! Let's talk about the PamPam faction! I plead guilty!"
"We also plead guilty."
Seeing that things were not going well, Qiong and March 7 immediately followed, advocating that the truth would be the best policy.
Pam waved her short hand and pronounced the verdict:
"In that case, all those involved—including Danheng passenger and Bronya passenger Pa—must each submit a profound self-criticism of 3000 words!"
"..."
Dan Heng sighed silently, his eyes vacant.
The little duckling peeked out, looking completely bewildered, and pointed incredulously at itself:
"I want one too?"
She was completely innocent and got caught in the crossfire!
However, Pam turned and left as soon as she finished delivering her verdict.
"Ahh-!"
After Pam left, March 7th frantically pulled at her long pink hair, letting out a mournful cry:
"Why do I have to write a self-criticism?! If I had known I'd be punished with one, I should have eaten ten more pie to make up for it! What a rip-off!"