12: Some are happy, some are sad.

"Eh?"

"Brother Wang Feng~"

"Why did you suddenly space out?"

Dai Yingying stared at Wang Feng in confusion.

She had just reached the chorus of her performance, and the sudden abrupt stop left her a bit flustered.

Wang Feng glanced at his personal terminal and saw messages from Li Xinxin and Zheng Yuan.

They had sent a long, rambling mess of text.

They talked about their past friendship, claimed they had their reasons, and described the suffering they had endured during this period.

A thousand words boiled down to one sentence—

We were wrong!

Let us come back to Carriage No. 83!

Wang Feng simply gave a faint smile and closed the interface.

"It couldn't be some vixen trying to seduce you, could it~"

Dai Yingying had a mischievous grin on her face.

Wang Feng merely shook his head. "It's just two dead people talking."

Whether it was Li Xinxin or Zheng Yuan.

From the moment they betrayed him, they were completely dead in Wang Feng's eyes.

If they ever met in an Instance Competition, they would have to die!

Dai Yingying looked puzzled.

However, the interrupted performance was back on track.

Slender ankles became the best steering wheel as the loud chorus echoed through the Lounge... the Lounge.

Shen Aoxue massaged her brow tightly.

Over the past month, the performance of Carriages No. 1 through No. 99 had been truly abysmal.

Many performance targets could not be met.

The one participating this time was still that Carriage No. 83, which was on a five-game losing streak.

Moreover, the last scene she saw before leaving was Carriage No. 83 still at the bottom, without a single point.

She could already foresee the defeat of Carriage No. 83.

After this failure, she feared her position as deputy car commander would be untenable.

Despite her unwillingness, that was the reality.

She looked around, taking one last look at the luxurious Lounge before her.

Shaking her head, she began to pack her things, preparing to vacate the spot for the new deputy car commander.

But just then, the Train Crew's internal broadcast rang out.

"Carriage No. 83 has taken first place in the multi-team competition."

"deputy car commander Shen Aoxue, performance index plus one star!"

"Since Carriage No. 83 found a special substance—green crystal core—in the instance, an additional reward is triggered."

"deputy car commander Shen Aoxue, performance index plus another star!"

"deputy car commander Shen Aoxue, current performance index: three stars!"

Shen Aoxue was stunned.

Huh?

Carriage No. 83... won?!

Shen Aoxue even suspected she had misheard.

How could that carriage with a five-game losing streak possibly win?

She immediately called up the interface to check the results of the instance just now.

When she saw the Points and ranking of Wang Feng's team, she was completely dazed.

"They really... won?!"

Subsequently.

Two more stars appeared on the medal on Shen Aoxue's chest.

Three golden stars shimmered brilliantly... Two hours later.

Having finished his 'performance', Wang Feng was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Dai Yingying's beautiful legs were draped casually in Wang Feng's lap, her rounded, pearly toes curling and uncurling.

She submissively allowed Wang Feng to massage them.

She was excitedly fiddling with her personal terminal.

"Hehe~"

"Brother Wang Feng!"

"Yingying is going to strike it rich this time!"

She pushed the terminal interface in front of Wang Feng.

"Look! Brother Wang Feng!"

"I bet on you to win this instance!"

"Look at these odds!"

"Yingying is a little rich lady now~"

"For the next month, I won't have to worry about performance targets~"

Dai Yingying's Attendant terminal was much the same as Wang Feng's.

On the personal account balance, that bright string of zeros made even Wang Feng feel dizzy.

He had struggled in the instance for so long and only ended up with 26,300 Points, which wasn't even as much as the spare change Dai Yingying had earned.

Wang Feng gave her a firm squeeze.

"Speaking of which, what can you Attendants use Points for?"

Dai Yingying let out a delicate, coquettish moan.

"Aside from daily consumption, the most important function is buying stars."

Huh?

Buying stars?

Dai Yingying rolled off the bed and picked up the uniform Wang Feng had crumpled on the floor.

Then she pointed to the chest area of the uniform.

"Look, you see?"

"These stars represent an Attendant's performance."

"If the performance doesn't meet the target, a star will be deducted."

"Once all the stars are gone, we disappear."

Disappear?

There's such a rule?

Dai Yingying was his cheating hack.

At the same time, she was a good partner who satisfied his physical needs.

Wang Feng naturally didn't want her to just disappear like that.

So, Wang Feng asked.

"Then what are your performance evaluations based on?"

Dai Yingying lightly tapped her full, plump red lips with a finger.

"Points earned, and carriage performance."

"Survivors spend Points with the Attendants, and a portion of those spent Points goes into the Train Survival Game."

"Each of us must earn a specified quota of Points for the Train Crew every week."

"If we can't reach it, a star gets deducted."

Speaking of this, Dai Yingying gave an embarrassed smile. "Because Brother Wang Feng's carriage had a five-game losing streak~"

"Prices are very high, and I couldn't earn any Points."

"So I was thinking before, how great it would be if Carriage No. 83 was eliminated."

"Hehe~ Brother Wang Feng, you won't blame me, will you~"

Dai Yingying tapped her head and cutely stuck out her tongue.

Wang Feng laughed and vigorously scratched the sole of her foot.

"Ah—"

"Bad brother—!"

"Stop scratching Yingying's foot—!"

"Ah hahaha ah—!!!"

..."Boss! I was wrong! I won't do it again!!!"

"Boss! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!!"

Zhao Xiao's wails echoed through the carriage.

But Zheng Zhikai only walked toward him coldly.

A cold flash!

The dagger slit his throat.

Zhao Xiao struggled for only a short while before going still.

Zhao Xiao's death caused the atmosphere in the carriage to instantly freeze.

Li Xinxin and Zheng Yuan huddled together in terror.

"You two, get over here!"

Zheng Zhikai barked coldly.

The two women shuddered and hurriedly crawled to Zheng Zhikai's side.

They nervously massaged him.

Meanwhile, Zheng Zhikai toyed with the dagger, his gaze dark and sinister.

He silently noted the teams that had besieged Carriage No. 445 in this instance.

And Wang Feng from Carriage No. 83.

The scar on his face throbbed with pain.

This scar was from when he had competed with Wang Feng before and was cut by him.

"Just a lucky bastard."

"Don't let me see you in the next instance."

"If I see you, I'll definitely make you die!"

He spat viciously.

Then he grabbed Zheng Yuan by the hair.

"Ah—!!!"

The short cry of alarm was cut short instantly.

The atmosphere in the carriage became even more heavy.