"Now for the second question."
Mr. Rick stared at Yan Huan with a sharp gaze.
"What is the quality you are most proud of?"
"Of course, it's my damned ambition."
"Mm, very good." Mr. Rick nodded.
"You almost convinced yourself with that. Excellent conviction—this is a talent many actors dream of having."
"Next is the third question."
Mr. Rick shifted his feet and raised a hand, directing Yan Huan's gaze toward the little frog standing nearby.
"Let her ask it."
This was a frog whose exterior was made of machinery. She wore a beret, folded her arms, and stared unblinking at Yan Huan.
"This child is the assistant director, a reliable partner. Cinematography, continuity, editing... she knows it all, and her eye for selecting actors surpasses even mine."
The mechanical frog croaked.
Mr. Rick praised her:
"Look, what a piercing question. Student Yan Huan, please answer!"
At that, Yan Huan swiftly did a somersault and lay flat on the ground. Trembling, he crawled a short distance forward, backward, left, and right, then raised his head and croaked as well.
"Excellent answer! Simply perfect~"
Mr. Rick nodded in satisfaction.
"Then, the final question—"
"Student Yan Huan, according to the identity information you registered at Herta Space Station, your journey began at the station of [Erudition], and you boarded the train of [Trailblaze]..."
"During your travels, you witnessed the will of [Preservation], the resolve of [Hunt], and the dispute between [Harmony] and [Order]..."
"You have traveled through many different sets and watched many different stories."
"Now, have you found a theme—or perhaps a dream—of your own?"
In response to this question, Yan Huan stroked his emerald-green frog chin and pondered:
"Not at all. People are inherently complicated. To sum them up under a single theme would be far too one-sided."
"I see."