But This Is... Loser Thinking!
Astral Express, Parlor Car.
At this moment, Himeko was sitting on the sofa in the carriage, holding a cup of freshly brewed hand-drip coffee.
She took a small sip of her coffee, then set it down, letting the rich aroma fill the air, her gaze fixed on the terminal screen in front of her.
Welt Young, sitting opposite Himeko, pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the same image.
"I noticed long ago that Ms. Herta had some unusual interest in that boy, Luo Ming," Himeko finally spoke, a hint of helpless sigh in her voice, "But I never expected her to be so... decisive."
Welt shook his head, his tone tinged with regret. "Yes, I thought Little March would have a better chance... after all, she's closer to the source..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already clear. Everyone in the Astral Express Crew almost tacitly accepted the unique closeness between Bai Luoming and March 7th, watching them go from strangers to acquaintances, from fighting side by side to bickering daily, as if it were all natural.
But now, this sense of entitlement has been completely shattered by a news story that has been all over the place.
Thinking this, Himeko turned her gaze towards the room of March 7th deep inside the carriage.
"Sigh, ever since Little March saw the news yesterday, she's locked herself inside." Himeko's voice lowered. "She won't respond when we call her, and she hasn't eaten."
Welt comforted him, "Don't worry too much, that child... is much stronger than we see."
The words had barely left his mouth.
A piercing sound, like some rough object dragging across a metal floor, came from the other end of the corridor.
A ripping sound came from afar, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the carriage.
Himeko and Welt looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hoshino appear from around the corner, expressionless. She was struggling to drag a huge piece of cardboard along, holding it in both hands.
The cardboard was wider than her whole body, and as it was dragged, it left long tracks on the ground, screeching against the metal base with a hissing sound.
She passed by the two of them and even nodded naturally as a greeting.
"Hoshi, what's wrong with you...?" Himeko finally couldn't help but ask, her expression somewhat surprised.
Xing stopped, let go of the cardboard, and it fell to the ground with a thud. She scratched her head and explained seriously, "The cardboard in my room is a bit thin, and it makes my back hurt a little. I was thinking of adding another one; that should make it more comfortable."
"I remember giving you some pocket money to decorate your room," Himeko said, her eyes twitching.
Xing waved her hand dismissively, her expression self-righteous. "As long as I can sleep, what more do I need?"
After she finished speaking, she glanced at the two of them again and added in a suggestive tone, "Besides, money should be spent wisely. I believe there will always be kind-hearted people who can't stand by and do their part to fix up the room for me."
As Xing spoke, she bent down to pick up the cardboard and continued walking towards her room.
Watching Hoshi drag that piece of cardboard, wider than the door, away with a heavy thud, Himeko and Welt exchanged a glance, both seeing the same helplessness in each other's eyes.
The atmosphere in the carriage eased somewhat as a result.
In the room on March 7th.
The window shades were pulled down completely, blocking out the dazzling starry sky and the last ray of light outside.
The room was dimly lit, with the only light source coming from the terminal with its screen lit up beside March 7th's bed.
The terminal screen displays a magnified photograph, along with several accompanying images, illustrating the history of the space station.
March 7th was curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees and shrinking herself into a small ball. Her pink hair was messily plastered to her cheeks. She was motionless, staring blankly at the invisible darkness in front of her, as if her soul had been ripped out.
The room was filled with an eerie atmosphere, but this oppressive feeling dissipated almost entirely with the appearance of a figure.
Looking at March 7th's broken state, a pang of heartache flashed in Evernight's eyes.
After all, that wasn't her intention. She just wanted to put some pressure on March 7th and make her understand that Bai Luoming's popularity wasn't just empty talk.
However, Herta's actions were truly beyond her expectations. She hadn't anticipated that Black Tower would give her such a huge task in such a short time, almost putting pressure on March 7th...
That Herta is truly born evil; they even dared to think about using public vehicles for personal purposes, putting so much pressure on Little March.
Looking at March 7th's condition, Evernight felt a pang of guilt, after all, the root of the problem might still lie with her.
However, Evernight did not comfort March 7th. She knew that any words of comfort would seem pale and powerless at this moment. For someone who has fallen into despair, sympathy and comfort are of little use.
If you want to pull her out of the mire, you have to force her to stand up on her own.
"Oh."
Evernight sat down next to March 7th, chuckled, and said, "Darling, I warned you long ago that Bai Luoming is very sought after. This situation where someone else has surpassed you is unavoidable; it's your own fault for not taking the initiative when you had such a good opportunity."
Evernight's words still echoed in the room, but the figure at the corner of the bed did not react.
She didn't care, and continued whispering in March 7th's ear:
"But what's done is done, there's nothing we can do about it. Why don't you, darling, try to be a little more generous?" She leaned closer, her tone slightly harsh. "For example, say something like 'I wish you happiness,' then gracefully walk away. Maybe that will leave a good impression."
"After all, forced relationships are never sweet, are they?"
Upon hearing this, March 7th's huddled figure finally stirred slightly.
March 7th slowly raised its head.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, her beautiful pupils brimming with tears, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She looked at Evernight, her eyes filled with incomprehension and deep grievance.
She didn't understand why.
Why did Evernight have to say such cruel things to her at this time?
Seeing that March 7th's gaze had turned to her, Evernight smiled. As long as she could get March 7th's attention now, then her previous words wouldn't have been in vain.
Evernight's smile grew increasingly dangerous. She leaned down gently, meeting San March 7th's bloodshot eyes, and said coldly:
"But that's... the mindset of a loser!"
Before March 7th could react, Evernight's voice suddenly lowered, filled with seductive and extreme aggression, like a venomous snake slithering into her ear.
"Darling, don't you think...?"
"Does it feel satisfying to steal someone else's partner?"
Evernight's shocking "yellow-haired riotous theory" exploded like a thunderclap in the still lake of March 7th's heart.
Her pupils trembled violently.
A dark light flashed in Evernight's eyes. She could sense that March 7th's emotions were fluctuating violently, so she chose to administer a stronger drug.
"Besides," her voice held an undeniable force, "Even if we go by order, first come, first served, he should still be yours!"
"It can only be yours!"
Hearing Evernight's words, March 7th's empty pupils began to light up. Yes, no matter how you look at it, she shouldn't have fallen so low. Did she really intend to let go of Bai Luoming?
This outcome is absolutely not what she wanted to see, nor is it what she hoped for!