"What are you doing?" Stelle stepped forward and asked curiously.

"Oh... nothing. I'm new here and want to do something for the Astral Express, but I don't know where to start. The Conductor just told me to stay on standby and wait for the jump to begin." Sunday patted the dust off the books in his hands. "However... since I have nothing better to do, looking at this spacious carriage, I have an urge to tidy it up..."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Stelle suddenly understood. "Then I'll take you somewhere where you can really satisfy that urge."

"Hmm? Where?"

Stelle's eyes lit up: "My room!"

"Th-that, I'm afraid that's inappropriate." Sunday was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head. "In any case, I would never—"

"Alright, stop talking. Just follow me."

Stelle dragged Sunday to the second floor of the party carriage, only to find it pitch black and covered in dust. Stelle felt along the wall and pressed a switch.

The light fixture overhead flickered a few times, emitting a buzzing sound before finally, reluctantly, turning on.

With the help of the dim light, Sunday finally got a clear look at the place.

It was piled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, big and small, and unopened cardboard boxes were scattered everywhere. These boxes had clearly been transported here a long time ago, but because they hadn't been opened for so long, a thin layer of dust had even accumulated on them.

Sunday covered his nose and fanned the air in front of him with his hand: "Ms. Stelle, didn't you say we were going to your room? Why did you bring me to the train's storage room?"

"This is my room."

"..."

Sunday turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

But even though he didn't say a word, Stelle could see two large, conspicuous words in his eyes... Pity.

"Ms. Stelle, have you been living in a place like this on the train all along?" Sunday walked in, coughing slightly, and saw a huge cardboard box with a torn edge in the corner. He asked curiously: "What is this for?"

"Oh, that's my bed."

"..."

Sunday stared at her "bed" for a long while. A hint of fluctuation finally appeared in his calm voice: "Could it be that the train's funding..."

"No, actually, I bought all the furniture." Stelle pointed to the unopened cardboard boxes beside her. "I just didn't assemble them. I kept thinking about assembling them tomorrow, and then..." Stelle scratched her head embarrassedly.

"..."

Sunday took a cautious breath, afraid of choking on the dust if he inhaled too quickly: "I understand. I don't mind making your room the prelude to the Trailblaze. Let's start by 'Trailblazing' this storage room into a place suitable for human habitation."

Jackie Chan Adventures.

"What, what is the difference between this and a homeless person living in the sewers of San Francisco?"

Jackie stared at the pitch-black room on the Celestial Screen, unable to believe this could be a girl's room.

"I originally thought Jade's messy room was enough to lower my expectations, but I didn't expect there to be an even greater master."

"Hey!" Jade stood on the sofa angrily. "Uncle! My room is a hundred times better than Stelle's! No, that's not right... there's no comparison at all! That place of hers is simply not fit for human habitation!"

"But then again, isn't she a shareholder of Penacony? The Astral Express should be super rich, right? Even if she doesn't want to clean it herself, she could hire someone to do it! This is just too—"

She scratched her head, at a loss for how to describe it.

"Rounding it off, Jade, you actually already have better living conditions than a shareholder of Penacony. Look, the shareholder can only sleep in cardboard boxes, yet you can sleep in a bed. Are you still unsatisfied with your current life?" Uncle pursed his lips.

Jackie was between laughter and tears: "...Uncle, your 'rounding' seems to have a bit too much 'discarding' involved."

"Not much at all. Actually, this just illustrates one point." Uncle cleared his throat and assumed the pose of a teacher about to lecture. "Look, even if you are wealthy, if you suffer from procrastination, you are still finished. This gives us a revelation. Jade, you tell me—"

"I know, I know!" Jade raised her hand enthusiastically. "Procrastination isn't scary. What's scary is doing the work yourself halfway through, wasting both time and energy. But as long as you keep procrastinating, you can automatically wait for a person who will help solve the problem for free to appear, right?"

Uncle was so angry his face turned red: "Hmm? No... can't you interpret it as 'don't procrastinate'?"

"But, procrastination is really satisfying." Jade lay on the sofa and let out a long sigh. "If normal homework takes two hours to finish, it's better to procrastinate for an hour, then sprint with full power in the remaining hour. This way, instead of suffering for two hours, it's better to only suffer for one. No matter how you look at it, it's worth it, right?"

"With Sunday's all-out help, Stelle finally got the room cleaned up, and the level of its furnished state was no less than March 7th's room, which was full of young girl charm."

"After thanking Sunday, she intended to take a comfortable bath, but at this moment, the drink-mixing robot'Shut Up' in the party carriage knocked on the door."

"Dear The Nameless, good evening." Shut Up asked politely, "Do you need a drink? Or perhaps some refreshments? My knowledge base indicates that a midnight snack might burden your health, but it can bring unimaginable happiness."

"I know a young The Nameless who goes to bed early and wakes up early, insists on exercising, strictly plans his caloric intake, and rejects every one of my suggestions. As for midnight snacks... in his eyes, they are simply poison. Later, he lived a healthy and long life."

"Dear The Nameless, this is a sobering case, isn't it?"

"Great, I just want a midnight snack!"

"I'm sorry, this is a battlefield without midnight snacks. How is this joke? 'Midnight snack' and 'gunsmoke' are homophones, which makes one unable to help but laugh."

Genshin Impact.

"Hiss... this sense of familiarity."

Tighnari gasped. Even though the matra beside him hadn't spoken, he felt an bone-chilling coldness.

"What's wrong with you?" Cyno turned his head to look at him. "Seeing you shaking like that, could it be... excitement?"

Tighnari hurriedly waved his hand: "N-nothing... it's just that I suddenly understand why that drink-mixing robot is named'Shut Up'."

Cyno looked at the robot on the Celestial Screen seriously and frowned: "Strange, I think his joke is pretty good. 'Midnight snack', 'gunsmoke'... hmm, I've noted it down, it's indeed amusing. However, I can tell you one better than his, do you want to hear it?"

"Don't! Just forget it!" Kaveh almost reached out to cover his mouth. "I'm afraid you and this drink-mixing robot are the only ones in this universe who can chat, oh... right, there's also that Cloud Knights from the Xianzhou. Listening to your jokes, I need to go back and put on a few more layers of clothing."

"So you don't have midnight snacks." Stelle was greatly disappointed.

"Alright, back to the main point. The Nameless, who has been busy all day, may I ask, would you like to take a bath, have a drink, or listen to me tell another joke first?"

"I'm going to take a bath, please get out."

"..."

"The Astral Express passed through the sea of stars, and the starlight outside the window slid backward like flowing water, silent and soundless."

"There are many nights in this world, and there will be many more nights. Among them, countless belong to heroes, countless belong to the unknown, countless belong to Geniuses, countless belong to The Fools... but tonight belongs only to you, and no one can take it away."

"The bathroom was filled with steam, and the little yellow duck floated wobblingly on the water surface."

"Stelle soaked in the bathtub, the hot water covering her shoulders, her collarbone, and the fatigue of the day. Her head rested on the edge of the bathtub, her hair plastered to her forehead, and a satisfaction that was about to Melt hung on her face."

"In the party carriage, Himeko was enjoying a drink mixed by'Shut Up', the refreshing taste relaxing her brows."

"On the seat, March 7th was playing a game of chess against Dan Heng. Little March 7th supported her chin with one hand, having just made a move she thought was brilliant, only to be checkmated by Dan Heng, causing her to hold her head and cry."

"Welt in the corner was helping Pom-Pom change into a new train uniform, while Sunday, who had been busy all day, sat quietly by the train window, watching the stars streak past one by one."

"The Teucer people of Tidore have a blessing, only given to their most cherished friends: nogat i kamap tunait."

"It means — 'Nothing happens tonight'."

"Shut up! And get out of my bathroom!"