“Um—um—”
Ms.
Herta tilted her head slightly, appearing somewhat expectant.
“Uh…
that…” March 7th stammered, unable to get it out for a long time.
“Who was it again?”
Ms.
Herta’s mouth twitched.
Where did this pink-haired fool come from?
Dan Heng walked out from behind her, his gaze lingering on Ms.
Herta for a moment, and he calmly added the second half:
“Hello, Ms.
Herta.”
He glanced at the kneeling Sparkle, then at the standing Herta Puppet, his eyebrows twitching slightly.
March 7th nodded frantically: “Yes, yes, yes!
Ms.
Herta!”
At the very back, the grey-haired girl poked her head out, looking into the room in a daze.
Her gaze landed on Ms.
Herta.
Then it landed on Sparkle.
Finally, it landed on the monkey squatting on Sparkle’s shoulder, waving its claws at her.
Stelle scratched her head and muttered to herself: “How did another shorty show up…”
Ms.
Herta’s gaze shifted away from Sparkle and landed on this group of uninvited guests.
“Do you know her?”
She asked, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.
March 7th was stunned for a moment, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Sparkle and Ms.
Herta, and she scratched her head.
“Uh…
I…
I guess so?”
She said, stepping inside, “We just met her outside.
She seems to have just woken up from a faint too, so we brought her along—hey Sparkle, why are you kneeling?”
Sparkle didn’t answer.
She didn’t have time to answer right now.
Because she moved.
The moment March 7th approached, Sparkle sprang up from the ground and threw herself forward—
Hugging March 7th.
To be precise, she leaned forward and grabbed March 7th’s coat.
Her little white-haired head leaned toward March 7th, her two arms wrapping tightly, clinging onto the other person like a needy koala.
Due to the height difference—March 7th is over 1.6 meters, Sparkle is over 1.4 meters—this pose was unexpectedly harmonious, just like a younger sister clinging to her older sister to act spoiled.
“March——!!!”
Sparkle’s face was buried against March 7th’s shoulder, her voice muffled and tinged with a crying tone.
March 7th was stunned.
Before she could react, her lower leg was also hugged.
She looked down.
That monkey was also squatting by her feet, its two little claws clutching her boot tightly, looking up at her with those dull eyes, while making “倾听” (woo-woo) fake crying sounds.
March 7th was completely dumbfounded.
She looked down at the white head in her arms, then down at the monkey on her leg, her hands hovering in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.
“Eh eh eh?
This, this, this—”
Stelle tilted her head, watching this scene, her brain unable to process it.
Ms.
Herta watched that tangled ball of person, monkey, and comedic drama, complex emotions flashing in her purple eyes.
“So,” she said slowly, “you know each other.”
March 7th was a bit embarrassed and scratched her head: “Uh…
I guess we know each other…
just now…”
She looked down at Sparkle who was still holding onto her, then at the monkey by her feet, and took a deep breath.
“Um, Ms.
Herta,” March 7th tried hard to pull the topic back on track, “The Antimatter Legion is attacking outside, don’t you want to—”
Ms.
Herta waved her hand.
“I know,” she said, her tone casual, “I will handle it.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped.
She was like someone who had been pressed on a pause button, maintaining the waving posture, unmoving.
Her eyes closed.
She turned back into that exquisite, lifeless puppet.
Sparkle quietly lifted half an eye from March 7th’s jacket, saw Ms.
Herta’s static appearance, and let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
She really stopped moving.
She’s gone.
The main consciousness is gone.
Temporarily safe.
Sparkle let out a long breath, her whole body like a deflated balloon.
It seems this Herta Puppet was only online temporarily.
Now the main consciousness should have gone to handle other things—most likely to deal with those Antimatter Legion members.
She knew clearly that with Ms.
Herta’s personality, it was impossible for her to just let her go like this.
But at least for now, she was temporarily safe.
March 7th looked down at the white-haired head still clinging to her, and said helplessly: “Um…
can you let go now?”
Sparkle didn’t move.
Not only did she not move, but she held on even tighter, acting completely terrified.
“I…” Her voice had a nasal tone, “I’m so useless…”
March 7th was stunned.
“I can’t fight,” Sparkle continued to output, her voice becoming more and more aggrieved, “I was so scared outside just now…
those dark things…
I thought I was going to die…
I can’t do anything…
I only cause trouble for you all…”
Those few tears slid down her cheeks, sliding over the red heart painting on her face, shining under the light.
Her white hair was a bit messy from the previous movements, a few strands of hair sticking to her face, paired with those wet red pupils, she looked both pitiful and cute.
March 7th’s heart softened.
She reached out and gently patted Sparkle.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” She patted that little white-haired head, her tone as gentle as coaxing a child, “It doesn’t matter if you can’t fight, we’ll just protect you.
Don’t cry, don’t cry—”
Sparkle’s face was hidden from March 7th, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smug grin.
She quietly turned her head to the invisible mobile phone lens floating in the corner—and winked.
The corners of her mouth hooked into an evil, charming gremlin arc.
Then she quickly buried her face back in, continuing to “woo-woo-woo”.
In the livestream chat, the barrage that was just spamming “the streamer is too dramatic” instantly changed style—
“??????”
“Holy crap!!!
Look at that smug face!”
“I thought the streamer was genuinely terrified just now, but she was just acting!”
“March 7th is too kind, she fell right into Sparkle’s trap!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!
The gremlin energy is off the charts!”
“The streamer is completely exploiting March’s kindness!”
“No wonder she was crying so hard, she just wanted a shield from Herta!”
“Scheming!
So scheming!”
“If I had acting skills like this, I’d pretend to be scared too.”
“Help, this evil smirk is amazing.
She really is from the Path of Elation.”
“Streamer, don’t smile like that, it’s so punchable but I love it.”
“Poor March, she has no idea she’s being teased.”
Dan Heng watched the two of them and was silent for a moment, then spoke:
“Shouldn’t we be going?”
Stelle was still standing at the door, watching this scene, her brain still turning over the sentence “How did another shorty show up”.
She scratched her head.
She always felt something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
That little white-haired girl, how does she look…
Forget it, if I can’t figure it out, I won’t think about it.
She yawned.
Inside the room, Sparkle kept up her act, the arc of the corners of her mouth becoming harder and harder to suppress.
The invisible mobile phone in the corner kept its lens steadily pointed at this scene.
The livestream barrage was still spamming crazily—
“Streamer, it’s too much if you keep smiling.”
“I’ve already taken a screenshot of that evil smirk.”
“This stream is getting better and better.”
“Streamer, you’re an absolute menace to the Astral Express team.”
“Herta is gone, now it’s time for Sparkle to run wild.”
“This masterclass acting deserves an award.”
Sparkle quietly opened one eye, glanced at the barrage, then closed it again.
So satisfying.
Really so satisfying.