Chapter 265: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 262: Thought You Matched With a Worthy Oppo

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Lady Yue Yu, this is the competition roster. Please review it."

Yu Kong, sporting a pair of pale blue dark circles, handed over the electronic roster, his voice weak and lifeless, as if dragged forcibly from his throat.

Yue Yu raised her hand to import the roster into the light screen, her fingertips swiping a few times across the dense matchup table to calibrate it.

The cursor jumped, but there was still one spot that seemed off.

She lifted her gaze, glanced at Yu Kong before her, who was nearly burnt to a relic, and the corner of her mouth curved slightly.

Seeing this smile, Yu Kong felt his crown turn half-cold: "May I ask... is there a problem somewhere?"

She truly did not want to rewrite it again.

Not only was she nearly burnt out, but people from several Sky-Faring Commission departments on the Xian Zhou were all nearly burnt out as well.

Even this Lady Yue Yu Si Ta before her was propping herself up with matching dark circles.

"Actually I was just teasing you. Overall there's no major issue."

Yu Kong let out a long breath, his shoulders dropping half an inch.

As long as it's not a major revision, anything is negotiable.

Yue Yu began annotating the roster line by line.

As for why it was Yue Yu finalizing the competition roster.

Because she was once Yao Qing's Heavenly General, the Emissary of the Hunt.

And now, though still an Emissary, she is Xuan Ge's Emissary, her body circulating the four Path Powers of Harmony, Destruction, the Hunt, and Abundance provided by Xuan Ge.

Among all registered players across the Huan Yu, every Path is represented; only she can simultaneously use four perspectives to assess the fairness of the matchups.

"Done." Yue Yu sent the annotated roster back to Yu Kong, then asked, "Where did that child Ting Yun go?"

"She submitted a leave request yesterday; today she went to play Da Ji...." Yu Kong pressed his forehead helplessly.

"Da... Ji." The corner of Yue Yu's mouth twitched.

She recalled this was that fox spirit from the Shen Wu storybook.

One who specializes in seducing emperors, making them unable to extricate themselves, until in the end they love only her.

Thinking of this, Yue Yu lifted her eyes to look at Yu Kong, her brow arching slightly.

"Lady Yue Yu, what are you doing?" Yu Kong felt uncomfortable all over under her gaze.

Yue Yu lifted her teacup, her gaze slowly circling Yu Kong, her words layered: "Your age and... are not small."

"I..." Yu Kong froze directly.

She never expected Yue Yu would bring this up.

"Fei Xiao is the fox people's representative. Her successful rise is what all fox people have longed for. But—"

Yue Yu paused, the teacup turning a light circle at her fingertips, "One is not enough. You agree, don't you?"

"Ye... ah, no..."

Seeing Yu Kong had already started wild thoughts, Yue Yu knew her words had taken effect.

She withdrew her gaze, waved her hand: "Go be busy. No need to show me after revisions."

Yu Kong's ears flushed red, head lowered, he walked out quickly.

The door closed behind her. Yue Yu sighed at the empty room, then gritted her teeth and muttered to herself:

"Scumbag Xuan Ge, you're even playing Da Ji now? You want to work me to death?"

The affairs awaiting her on the desk were piled higher than memorials, so many they made one's scalp tingle.

This was also nothing; after all, it was the Xian Zhou's golden age, endure a bit and it would pass.

But hearing Ting Yun had run off to play at Xuan Ge's side, this fire of hers simply could not be suppressed.

"Slacking Emperor, huh—just you wait."

Yue Yu leaned back against the chair, narrowing her eyes.

She wanted to see, once this busy spell was over, whether Xuan Ge could make her, Yu Kong, Fei Xiao, and Ting Yun, all four, unable to walk the Dao.

The competition roster was officially released.

"Holy shit, Xuan Huang gets me!" Bo Tiou clutched his phone, eyes nearly popping out.

His opponent column prominently read the words Market Expansion Department; his eyes lit up on the spot.

"Luan Po, who's your opponent?" He leaned over to Luan Po, craning his neck to look at her screen.

Luan Po opened the opponent info, which displayed a purple-haired scythe girl from Belobog.

She scrolled down, seeing the opponent's war declaration: "Disperse with the butterfly, phantom of the past."

"This must be a good opponent." Luan Po smiled and nodded.

On the Astral Express she had heard Belobog's story, and for this place that had survived the Cold Wave by sheer grit, she had always held a few parts reverence in her heart.

"Good, good. I thought Xuan Huang would pull a big chaotic free-for-all of settling grudges and scores."

Bo Tiou withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Undying Realm Ramnagar beside him, "Leader, who's your opponent?"

The narrator began narrating: "Undying Realm has not yet checked who his opponent is. But at this moment his gaze is fixed on one person on the Literary Contest roster—that side, there is someone who has drawn his attention."

"Indeed it is settling grudges and scores." Undying Realm closed his phone, a smile curling his lips, but that smile did not reach his eyes.

"Hm?" Bo Tiou looked at him in confusion.

"For the martial contest, you two do your best. Lao Bai stays with you for now." Undying Realm dropped this line, turned, and walked out of the hotel room.

Luan Po asked curiously, "What's wrong with Leader?"

"Who knows." Bo Tiou spread his hands, turned his head to look at the narrator, "Just now, what happened to Leader?"

"Nothing." The narrator replied calmly.

Bu E walked out of the hotel; the lamplight in the corridor stretched his shadow into a long, thin blade.

He pressed down his hat brim, opened his phone again, gaze nailed to that name without an avatar on the literary contest list.

"You actually dare come to Xian Zhou.... Hehehehe——!"

On the phone screen was prominently written — Primordial Doctor.

Lai Gu Shi sat by the tea table, looking at the matchup table in his phone, silent for a long time.

Unexpectedly, an accident still happened.

He raised his eyes, trying to make his tone sound as gentle as possible: "Lord Bai E, I'm curious — why would you appear in the literary contest track?"

He put his phone on the table, fingertip tapping the screen.

Displayed prominently on it: Lai Gu Shi VS Bai E.

".... My debate competition is still very strong." Bai E replied calmly.

But his expression clearly wrote: I'm also very surprised.

Lai Gu Shi couldn't hold back.

Debate competition? God damn debate competition!

He wants to lecture Bai E on knowledge circles?

Might as well just kill him directly!

According to his original calculation, he should directly face Polka.

Now it's good, he and Bai E collided, his opponent became Weng Fa Luo Si's own person.

"You doing this will make Xian Zhou officials think — you and I of Weng Fa Luo Si want to exploit loopholes."

Lai Gu Shi patiently explained, enunciating every word clearly, he truly hoped Bai E could understand.

"I understand." Bai E nodded.

His purpose in signing up for the literary contest track was actually very simple, just wanting both sides to get high scores.

But Lai Gu Shi was also right — Xian Zhou officials would certainly think that he and Lai Gu Shi planned to climb up in their respective tracks first.

Wait until rankings are high then suddenly cooperate to exploit rule loopholes.

So simply put the two of them together, eliminate one in the first round.

Lai Gu Shi looked at Bai E's face with no extra expression, swallowed back the sigh that rushed to his throat, ultimately only saying one sentence:

"When you face each other, perform to your heart's content."

Bai E looked at Lai Gu Shi's departing back as he stood up and left, sitting alone in place, falling silent.

Some rejoice, some worry.

"Yang Shu Yang Shu~~ which track are you participating in?" March 7th and Xing Yi left and right sandwiched Welt in the middle, two pairs of eyes shining bright as they stared at his phone screen.

Welt smiled, tone gentle: "Naturally the martial track. I don't think I have any grand thoughts or great wisdom."

"Hehe~~ won't run into me and Xing right." March 7th rubbed her hands, "Yang Shu quickly show us, who's your opponent?"

Welt opened his phone, the screen slowly loaded the opponent's information.

Golden hair, green eyes, that face, that demeanor.

Welt's smile froze in an instant.

"Yang Shu, your complexion looks terrible...." March 7th looked at his face suddenly turning dead silent like deep water, subconsciously shrinking back half a step.

She had never seen Yang Shu reveal this kind of expression.

As if the next second Yang Shu would burst forth to kill.

"Welt, what's wrong?" Ji Zi put down her coffee and walked over.

"Hah—— Nothing." Welt put away his phone, pushed up his glasses, fingers pausing on the frame for a second.

He dared not look at the screen another glance.

Because one more glance would explode.

In the hotel room, Luo Cha was standing by the window looking at the matchup information on his phone.

"Actually ran into Astral Express people?"

He flipped his phone face down on the table, stood up, a constant gentle shallow smile hanging on his face.

"Seems like a pretty good opponent."