Chapter 139: So Concise!

Just as Bai Hang was pondering whether to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it, a small commotion broke out in the crowd ahead, and a petite figure with dragon horns and a dragon tail scurried out in a panic, nearly crashing headfirst into Bai Hang's arms.

Oops!

Watch out!

Bai Hang instinctively steadied the other person, and on closer look realized it was Miss Bai Lu of the Dan Ding Department. From her panting appearance, she was probably sneaking out again from some over‑protective guard.

Miss Bai Lu? What are you…?

Bai Lu, seeing that it was Bai Hang, seemed to clutch a lifeline and quickly lowered her voice: "Bai Xing girl! Help me, there's someone behind… behind us!"

Bai Hang immediately understood, calmly shielding Bai Lu behind herself and the system, thereby blocking the view of several hastily pursuing Dan Ding Department attendants.

She put on a business‑like smile and said to the attendants, "Gentlemen, are you looking for Miss Bai Lu? I just saw her heading toward the Xingcha Sea Central, and she ran off very fast!"

The attendants looked at Bai Hang with doubtful belief, finally thanked her, and chased off in the wrong direction.

When the people were out of sight, Bai Lu patted her chest and let out a long sigh, "You scared me to death… thank you, Bai Xing girl! Hey, who's the one beside you…?"

She curiously looked at the barely noticeable Xi Tong.

The system stepped forward, and according to its preset "complex background" persona, began its performance.

Its face remained expressionless, but its tone carried a seemingly world‑worn, boastfully calm air:

"I am Xi Tong, temporarily residing in Luofu, and I am this Bai Xing girl's landlord and roommate. I have been fortunate to travel among multiple star systems and have a modest knowledge of various miscellaneous subjects. In my early years I served as a safety supervisor for the Interstellar Mining Union, and later, due to ideological differences, switched to a few years of information channel facilitation work, essentially the commonly called data… intelligence middleman. I was also invited to briefly station at the Beloberg LowerDistrict's 'Maodingzhen' bar, where I crafted several drinks that received high praise. I also held a post in the cleaning department of the Black Tower Space Station, leading several high‑difficulty area cleanup plans, but unfortunately the overly advanced technology could not be promoted. My most recent formal job is as a prop‑innovation consultant for the Xianzhou Traditional Opera Troupe, aiming to merge Holographic Projection technology with classical art, but unfortunately…"

Her long, résumé‑like self‑introduction left the still‑young Bai Lu completely bewildered.

Little Dragon Girl's eyes blinked, and a few question marks seemed to appear above her head; she missed the point entirely, only recalling the wildly disparate words "landlord," "travel," "bartending," "cleaning," and "opera."

"W‑wait… …"

Bai Lu, dazed, interrupted, "You… what exactly do you do?"

Bai Hang, seeing this, quickly stepped forward, gestured to interrupt, and with a dry laugh explained to Bai Lu, "Ah ha ha… Miss Bai Lu, don't mind, Sister Xi Tong… has a richer experience, and speaks more… concisely! Yes, concisely!"

(What a far‑from‑concise thing!)

The system, interrupted in its casting, immediately reverted to a quiet Transparent Person state, as if the previous torrent of words had never been it.

Although Bai Lu didn't fully understand, she found Sister Xi Tong oddly amusing; her naturally lively nature quickly forgot the earlier confusion, and she tugged at Bai Hang's sleeve, eyes sparkling, "Bai Xing girl, since we've met, take me to have some fun! I know many fun places, the Dan Ding Department is so boring!"

At the mention of "fun," the system's program seemed triggered by another keyword.

She narrowed her eyes, stepped half a pace forward, and in her flat tone said:

"AUV… …"

Hearing the familiar "AUV" opening, Bai Hang was terrified, unable to mind manners, and immediately reached out to cover the system's mouth again!

"Sure! Sure! Miss Bai Lu, we'll take you to have fun!"

Bai Hang practically shouted, wildly signaling to the system, whose mouth was covered and could only emit a "woo‑woo" sound, with a forced smile on the face, "Sister Xi Tong… she knows the way! Yes, knows the way! Let's set off right now!"

Bai Lu watched the again‑Muted Xi Tong and the nervous Bai Hang, and although it felt a bit odd, the novelty of going out outweighed everything; she clapped happily, "Great! Then let's go quickly!"

Bai Hang's heart was brimming with tears:

(These days… when will it ever end! Master, please think of a solution!)

Perspective shift.

The atmosphere inside the Party Carriage, on the surface, could be called harmonious.

Chang Ye Yue moved with elegance, spoke wittily, and occasionally could segue into Walther's professional topics on interstellar history or Jizi's on coffee culture, as if she truly were just a well‑read relative (?), visiting her sister.

However, behind this seemingly harmonious dialogue, the two heads of the Train Group harbored growing inner doubts.

Walther and Jizi exchanged countless glances, each trying various indirect methods to probe Chang Ye Yue's background, affiliation, and the specific details of the "big figure" she mentioned.

Walther would mention some known cosmic forces, such as corporations, Mian Mie Bang, and even subtly reference "Liu Guang Yi Ting" and "Incineration Works," entities related to Memory.

Jizi would start from everyday details and travel observations, attempting to sketch Chang Ye Yue's movements.

But Chang Ye Yue's responses were watertight.

Her words were like smooth river pebbles; no matter the angle from which a question was thrown, she could deftly catch it and then slip away without a trace.

She admitted she "serves a great being," but regarding that being's name or affiliation, she always brushed it off with vague titles like "The Lord" or "the one I serve."

The story she told about "Weng Fa Luo Si" was richly detailed and heartfelt, yet it bore an unsettling similarity and puzzling differences to the "Fire‑Chasing Heroic Scion" history known to Walther.

(How cunning… )

Walther adjusted his glasses, thinking to himself.

(Either she's undergone strict anti‑recon training, or… her very form is beyond the ordinary.)

(I can't glean any useful information…)

Jizi kept an elegant smile, while her fingertips unconsciously traced the rim of the cup.

(Her concern for Xiaosanyue doesn't seem feigned, but what's the purpose behind that concern?)

San Yue Qi, sitting nearby, could not keep up with this high‑level verbal sparring; she glanced at Chang Ye Yue, then at Walther and Jizi, feeling everyone seemed to get along well, and the guilt she felt from "leaking information" gradually gave way to the comfort that "the sisters seemed to get along fine."

After chatting a while longer, Chang Ye Yue gently set down the already‑empty cup in her hand, and the cup's bottom struck the table with a crisp sound.

She stood, her crimson eyes sweeping over the three, a smile at the corner of her mouth:

"It's getting late; pleasant conversation always flies by. I must take my leave."