Beside it, a dense list of tags was displayed: [Masked Fools] [The Tavern] [Skilled at Disguise] [Addicted to Causing Chaos] [Has participated in many large-scale Elation events]…
There was a long string after that, so detailed that it had practically dug up every wicked thing Sparkle had done since childhood.
Sparkle stared at that information, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Good grief.
This intelligence network had practically stripped Sparkle bare; it could probably even find out what she had for breakfast on a random Tuesday ten years ago.
As expected of Ms.
Herta.
It was certainly detailed in this regard.
She screamed internally: “Fuli!
Fuli!
Where the hell are you!
Get over here and save me!”
There was no movement on her shoulder.
That damn monkey hadn’t arrived yet.
Now, she could only rely on herself.
Ms.
Herta’s voice rang out, unhurried: “Is this you?”
Sparkle stared at the information on the screen, her brain racing.
Then she took a deep breath, her expression instantly becoming solemn, serious, and righteous, with a resolute light flickering in her red eyes.
“That’s right!”
She slapped her thigh, her tone ringing with conviction: “I am Sparkle!”
Ms.
Herta raised an eyebrow.
“No, you are not.”
Sparkle patted her chest, looking righteous: “How could I not be?
Look, I look so much like the person on the screen, we’re practically cut from the same cloth!
This nose, these eyes, this face shape—where is it not similar?”
As she spoke, she crossed her legs, spread her hands, leaned back against the toilet tank, and looked as relaxed as if she weren’t being interrogated, but chatting in her own living room.
“I am Sparkle, what’s wrong with that?”
She said defiantly: “I am the real Sparkle, no problem there!”
Ms.
Herta stroked her chin, a flicker of confusion passing through her purple eyes.
Indeed, this person looked exactly like that Masked Fools, but there were discrepancies in the details…
This tone.
It was too strange.
So strange that Ms.
Herta couldn’t determine what this person was planning.
Would a real Masked Fools speak like this?
Yes.
And no.
Is there anything those lunatics wouldn’t do?
As for the one in front of her…
she looked, in every way, like a…
fool.
Seeing that Ms.
Herta didn’t speak, Sparkle felt a surge of joy and became even more talkative.
She rambled on from her “background” to the “opportunity to join the Tavern,” from the “true meaning of Elation” to her “admiration for Ms.
Herta,” speaking so vividly and realistically that it sounded as if it were all true.
She was quite pleased with herself.
Look at this eloquence, look at this improvisation; she could totally become a scholar.
Ms.
Herta listened to her nonsense, watching her expressionlessly for three minutes.
Then she raised her hand and waved it.
“Stop spouting nonsense here.”
Sparkle’s voice stopped abruptly.
Ms.
Herta stared at her, her purple eyes devoid of warmth: “What is your true purpose for coming to the space station?”
Sparkle blinked, her expression quickly switching to sweet mode.
She tilted her head, her voice sweet: “Me?
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As she spoke, she quietly reached her hand behind her.
“Think about it, if I could become a genius, wouldn’t that be great?”
She continued in a cloyingly sweet voice, her fingers already touching the flush button on the edge of the toilet, “I also want to learn from Ms.
Herta, I also want to become smart, so I came to visit and soak in the atmosphere of a genius—”
Now!
She pressed down hard!
Hehehehe!
Ms.
Herta, this is my escape route!
WRYYYYYYYY—!
The toilet made a “whoosh—” flushing sound.
The water swirled, a vortex churning.
Sparkle maintained the pose of pressing the button, a victorious smile on her face.
Then.
Nothing.
Nothing happened.
She was still sitting on the toilet.
Ms.
Herta was still watching her from across the room.
The room was still the same room.
Sparkle’s expression froze.
She pressed it again.
“Whoosh—”
Still no reaction.
Press again.
“Whoosh—”
Press again.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—”
The sound of the toilet flushing exploded in the room like firecrackers, the water rushing over and over, but the teleportation function was as dead as a doornail, with no movement at all.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
The toilet’s flushing sound gradually stopped, and the room became quiet again.
Sparkle maintained the pose of pressing the button, the smile on her face slowly stiffening.
Her finger was still pressing the button, but she had frozen into a statue.
Strands of white hair hung beside her face, her red eyes staring blankly at the toilet, that little face becoming increasingly…
awkward.
Ms.
Herta said nothing, just watching her fixedly.
In those purple eyes, a few words were clearly written—
Continue.
Sparkle slowly pulled her hand back, slowly straightened her body, slowly turned her head, and met those eyes.
Then she raised her hand to scratch the back of her head, forced a bright smile, tilted her head, and said in a cloyingly sweet voice:
“Ehehe~ Just lightening the mood, heehee~”
Ms.
Herta continued to watch her.
The smile on Sparkle’s face began to stiffen.
“Um…”
She laughed dryly, “I just thought…
the atmosphere was a bit tense…
just a joke…
hehe…
hehehe…”
Ms.
Herta still didn’t speak.
Sparkle couldn’t sit still anymore.
She stood up with a “whoosh”—since this broken toilet was useless anyway—brushed off her skirt, and began to talk to herself:
“Oh my, honestly, I’m just too impulsive; I can never control myself and always want to pull some little stunts.”
As she walked, she patted her own head, her tone full of regret, “How could I dare to play such little tricks in front of Ms. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Herta?
It was inexcusable, absolutely inexcusable!”
As Sparkle spoke, she took small steps toward the door.
“Ms.
Herta, you are magnanimous; surely you won’t hold it against a child, right?”
Another step.
“I’m actually just a nobody, not worth mentioning; just treat me like a fart—”
Another step.
Her route was very clear—circling around, slowly moving toward the door.
Ms.
Herta sat in her chair, chin in hand, her gaze slowly turning with her movement, but she never spoke or made any move.
Just watching.
Like watching a monkey show.
Sparkle’s heart was pounding, but on the surface, she remained as steady as ever.
She continued to ramble, from “my admiration for Ms.
Herta” to “this is really my first time at the space station,” from “my yearning for the Genius Society” to “your room is decorated with such good taste.”
But her feet kept inching toward the door.
Closer.
Even closer.
That spot…
as long as she could reach that spot…
Just a few more steps and she would be there—
Sparkle glanced at the door, her mouth still running: “Anyway, it is a great honor to meet Ms.
Herta today!
I’ve heard of your deeds since I was a child, like saving planets nineteen times, visiting the Aeons twice; every time I hear it, it makes my blood boil—”
Finally, she stood in the ideal position, spread her arms, and was about to deliver an emotional closing statement.
“So, please allow me—”
Before she could finish.
“Bang—!!!”
The door not far behind her instantly shattered.
As shards flew, countless points of light poured in from outside the door—they were dense text characters, colorful and overwhelming, sweeping in like a torrent!
[Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter, the streamer is finally running away!]
[Wuwuwu, you scared me to death, I thought the streamer was done for!]
[Ms.
Herta is so scary, help, I dare not look her in the eyes!]
[Go streamer, go!]
[Where is that monkey?
Where did the monkey go?]
[Go go go—!]
Bullet comments.
It was bullet comments.
The bullet comments from the stream had completely materialized, turning into a real stream of light, whistling through the room!
Sparkle stood in the flow of light, her white hair blown up by the airflow, her twin tails whipping out two silver arcs behind her.
The points of light from the bullet comments swept past her, reflected in her slightly widened red eyes, as brilliant as a sky full of stars.
A furry figure swung in from outside the door.
It was Fuli.
The monkey had found a rope from who knows where, performed a beautiful swing, traced a perfect arc in the air, and landed precisely on Sparkle’s shoulder.
It grabbed Sparkle’s collar with its two little paws, steadied itself, and then bared its teeth at the camera.
The invisible phone floated back to Sparkle’s side, the camera pointed at her face.
Sparkle curled the corner of her mouth slightly.
Good!
She raised her hand, took off the small top hat perched askew on her head, light swirling in her red eyes, and the face paint on her face shining brilliantly under the reflection of the bullet comments.
Strands of white hair slipped from under the brim of the hat, resting against her slightly flushed cheeks, and in that moment, she seemed coated in a layer of light.
She pressed the small top hat to her chest, bowed slightly, and performed a standard curtain call bow.
White mist suddenly poured out from under her feet.
It instantly filled the entire room.
Amidst the swirling smoke, only a lighthearted voice could be heard:
“Sayonara~”