Sanctuary Starfield Journey

16-6 Spectator

Dongfang Yun was delighted to see Mo Bei return. Mo Bei asked, "What's that age thing? What's the positioning?" Dongfang Yun explained, and Mo Bei immediately understood, asking, "So, how old are you?" Dongfang Yun corrected him, "No, age is expressed in years. It's like this: 'How old are you?' After my birthday this year, my human age is 18. The lunar year is 11.124 (why is there a decimal point? Isn't that complicated to calculate?), which is about 11 years and 40 days." Mo Bei said, "That's so old! ('That's not how you use it. I'm not old.') So, how old am I?" Dongfang Yun pondered, "Hmm... the data showed 18 back then, and now four years have passed, but it seems like it hasn't changed. It should still be 18." Mo Bei chuckled, "Then I'm older than you... no, I'm older than you."

They chatted idly, exchanging a few words here and there, and when they got tired, they'd teach each other some vocabulary. Soon it was time for bed. Mo Bei lay on the bed, with Dongfang Yun squeezing in beside him. Mo Bei said, "This space seems a bit cramped. What do you think?" Dongfang Yun chuckled softly, as if she'd just raised a classical-sounding young man: "Hahahaha, you're so funny! Normal conversation doesn't require such language. But the space is indeed a bit small, but we can still sleep if we squeeze in." Mo Bei felt a little uncomfortable; after all, this tall guy, squeezed into such a small space, could only be hugged by Dongfang Yun. Dongfang Yun was momentarily at a loss; she'd never had any contact with a boy before.

The next day, they arrived together at the waiting area, where the competition list was scrolling.

16:00: Zone 1 369243x Zone 6 202206

8 PM: Zone 6 288010 x Zone 4 392348

Mo Bei, holding Dongfang Yun's hand nervously, hadn't completely shaken off the trauma of last time: "What do we do? It's my turn again?" Dongfang Yun showed her bracelet, which clearly displayed 202206: "It's okay, watch me." Mo Bei was a little surprised: "We both won?" Dongfang Yun nodded. Some of the men nearby finally couldn't contain themselves: "Is Yun girl going to be on stage again?" "Really?" Even the security guards in the corner restroom were keeping an eye on the two of them.

Dongfang Yun quickly brought Mo Bei out. Dongfang Yun said, "Keep an eye on me later." Mo Bei replied, "Of course! Go, Yun-mei!" Dongfang Yun pretended to be a little angry, "Don't call me 'sister'." Mo Bei immediately changed her address, "Don't be angry, Yun-jie." Dongfang Yun felt it sounded a bit awkward, "Why don't you change it?" Mo Bei thought for a long time and finally decided to call her Yun'er.

It was almost 16 PM. Mo Bei escorted Dongfang Yun to the waiting area, waving goodbye: "Good luck, Yun'er!" Dongfang Yun smiled back. The men were incredibly jealous, gritting their teeth: "Why not? He's good for treating bipolar disorder! Why can't I try?" "It's infuriating! This narcissistic guy is getting to eat well!" Mo Bei didn't listen, just stood there staring at the screen.

Dongfang Yun, let's call her Bingyi (or Bing for short), faced off against the sky. A thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience. Raymond Garrett exclaimed, "Welcome again to our Princess of the Universe—Dongfang Yun!" The moment the spotlight shone on her, confetti rained down all around. Looking towards Bingyi's side, it appeared quite deserted. But why was Dongfang Yun brought here in the first place?

A sword appeared in Dongfang Yun's hand, and flames began to gather around her, surging into the sword. Stripes appeared at the corners of her eyes, and runes appeared on her forehead—two dragons intertwined. Above her was a crown, and dragon feathers appeared on her right shoulder, draped over her shoulders, and flames emanated from them, forming wings. The light purple gauze hanging from her shoulder blades ignited into flames, and a ring of fire rose behind her. Raymond Garrett exclaimed, "Could this be Dongfang Yun's 'Blazing Ice and Endless Flame - Remnant Dream Reincarnation'?!"

Bing was terrified. His arrogance from four consecutive victories vanished instantly. This was Yun Girl; he dared not fight her, and besides, he couldn't win. Dongfang Yun disappeared in an instant, leaving only flames in her place. Before Bing could react, she was vaporized, leaving no trace.

"Dongfang Yun's 10-game winning streak! Another one-hit kill, another instant evaporation! It's truly terrifying. The Tianyin Empire is skilled in both literature and martial arts; Dongfang Shijia lives up to its reputation!" Dongfang Yun retreated to the waiting area.

Those viewers didn't even need to watch to know that Dongfang Yun would win 100% of the time; every time she stepped onto the stage, it meant they'd make a fortune. It was just a pity for Mo Moxiao, who was about to lose everything.

Mo Bei quickly moved closer, exclaiming, "Yun'er, you're amazing! I didn't even see it clearly before it just went 'boom boom, whoosh whoosh whoosh,' and then it was gone! That's incredible! And that sword, just like that, a whole bunch of flames gathered around! Wow!" This was the first time Dongfang Yun had heard Mo Bei use so many onomatopoeic words, and she knew he was shocked. Dongfang Yun simply smiled, "Oh, that's nothing. Let's go back now. You have your competition later, try your best to surpass me!" Mo Bei was overjoyed at the thought of having such a powerful person by his side, replying, "I will work hard! Yun'er! I will become incredibly strong! I will defeat everyone!"

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