Sunset over the Astral Express
Amidst swirling golden sands, two figures faced off in the lounge.
"Who dares challenge me?" Stelle sneered, hoisting a life-sized March 7th body pillow like a gunslinger's rifle.
"I am the Green Sparrow of the Luofu!" Qingque brandished her custom Pom-Pom pillow, striking a martial arts pose. "Your doom awaits!"
"True masters decide battles in an instant, Pom!"
"Pom-Pom, stop narrating!" March buried her face in her hands as the Express's "pillow duel" tradition devolved into chaos.
Stelle and Qingque dashed past each other, their pillows clashing.
"Ugh… I've… failed to master the Dragon Uppercut…" Stelle collapsed dramatically, clutching her shoulder.
"Victory!" Qingque pumped her fists. "Now hand over the Succubus March 7th artbook!"
March's eye twitched. "Why am I the collateral damage?!" She lunged, force-feeding Stelle a mug of Himeko's coffee. The Trailblazer promptly turned pale and keeled over.
Qingque, sensing impending doom, grabbed the March body pillow and fled. "I'll just… treasure this forever!"
Stellaron Hunters' Base
Kafka smiled as Firefly entered. "You're glowing."
"I found him again." Firefly raised her ring finger, sunlight glinting off the Dreamkiss.
Silver Wolf choked on her water. Should I tell her about Anming's "incident"? She'd tried hacking his chat logs earlier, only to hit a wall of divination wards. Fu Xuan's cheating!
"Achoo!" Silver Wolf sneezed violently.
"Your luck's been terrible lately," Firefly noted.
Kafka chuckled, dispersing an invisible hex above Silver Wolf's head. "The Luofu's diviner plays rough."
"Rough?!" Silver Wolf fumed. "Every time I pull Ruan Mei's card, the servers crash! This is targeted harassment!"
As Silver Wolf ranted about hacking Fu Xuan's accounts, Firefly paused by a photo frame—her and Anming at Gramr. This time, she smiled without lingering.
"No more doubts?" Elio materialized beside her.
"I've found my answer."
Nighttime, Firefly's Room
Alone under lamplight, Firefly's cheeks flushed as memories resurfaced. She grabbed her phone, hesitating before snapping a photo: soft golden hues accentuated her silhouette, the Dreamkiss shimmering on her finger.
Firefly: [Photo Attachment]
Anming: You're breathtaking.
Firefly: Save it properly~ [Pom-Pom Heart]
Anming quickly locked his room, ensuring no "Mountain-Piercer Sparrow" could spy. He replied with a selfie: [Anming_Thumbs_Up.jpg].
Firefly: !!! So cute!!!
[Anming_Thumbs_Up_x3.jpg]
Firefly: More…? Please?
Meanwhile, Luofu Divination Chamber
Fu Xuan scrolled through Qingque's 800-word essay titled "Anming: A Love Letter to the Stars." Her lips quirked.
On her desk, a certain hacker's forum account now bore the name "Firefly's Concubine No. 3."
Checkmate.