The Shuimu Star is divided into two: the Fog City, where most people now choose to live, and the harsh environment of Yunzhou.

In fact, speaking of it, Shuimu Star is also a very interesting place.

Its situation is quite special. One side of the planet is picturesque, seemingly shrouded in a faint mist when viewed from above. Meanwhile, the other side of the planet is the complete opposite: sparse, withered grass, charred black ground, as if it had regrown after being burned by fire.

The citizens living in Yunzhou lead a more difficult and laborious life, which easily explains why there are so many drifters and hooligans around here.

The uniqueness of the planet is also one of the attractions for tourists. Unfortunately, once the novelty wears off, it no longer draws interest.

Among the three academies on the planet, two are built within the Fog City, and only the Yu Guangzhong Academy is inside Yunzhou.

Driving an airship or light armor from Fog City to Yunzhou takes less than half a day.

As previously mentioned, Shuimu Star is an underdeveloped and barren star, and items like airships and light armor are too expensive; even the official couldn’t afford them.

In short, Shuimu Star is a poor and remote mountain hideout, even the air routes haven’t been planned out.

The only public transportation tool is a few slow hover trains.

Being a tourist star, it has traveling modes from centuries ago, bringing a nostalgic vibe.

Don’t call it poor, it’s a need for sentiment.

The hover train takes a whole day to reach Yunzhou from Fog City.

The few sparse passengers inside the compartment, some dragging suitcases like Su Li, their destination self-evident.

When Su Li noticed them, they also noticed Su Li.

A group of youngsters, smack-talking while chewing gum, hair dyed in all sorts of colors and styled into trendy sky-high spikes, exuding a punk metal vibe, walking with a swagger.

They came over, approaching Su Li.

Four guys, thinking themselves at the forefront of fashion trends, surrounded Su Li.

As they entered the territory of Yunzhou, apart from them, there wasn’t another soul in the compartment.

Su Li tilted her head, watching the little punks surrounding her, feeling an intangible blow to her eyes.

In this interstellar era that’s thousands of years old, to still see this long-gone rural retro style, isn’t it rather precious?

The four colorful rooster heads tossed the small bundles in their hands casually, grinning crookedly and shouting, "Oh wow, look at what I’ve spotted, a tender little lamb, so white and sitting right there on the train."

Su Li couldn’t help but correct, "Your choice of adjectives in Interstellar language isn’t quite right."

The red rooster head was taken aback, exaggeratedly asking the other little punks on the side, "Did, did she just school me, she’s schooling me?"

As he spoke, the red rooster head’s mouth seemed even more lopsided.

"Boss, be confident, remove the question mark, she’s definitely schooling you."

"Hahaha, she actually dares to school me?"

"Daring, because she’s pretty."

"Right, because she’s pretty."

"Because she’s pretty, of course, she can school you."

A chorus of three resonated deeply with the red rooster head.

"You guys..." The red rooster head clutched his chest, backing away repeatedly as if suffering a huge blow.

Su Li was full of questions: What on earth?

These little punks seemed a bit foolish.

Su Li’s gaze lingered on their red, orange, yellow, and green rooster feathers for a while, her fingers itching to move.

She suddenly stood up, unable to bear it, and softly said, "You’ve hurt my eyes that appreciate beauty."

A sharp little knife appeared in Su Li’s hand.

The four little punks instantly let out a strange cry and swiftly backed off.

Who knows why a pretty girl would carry such a fierce tool with her.

Ouyang Lie’s courage was almost shattered, his body trembling violently, mentally cursing nonstop.

He just wanted to say hello, how did it escalate into a matter of personal safety?

Suddenly, he froze, recalling a fact they had forgotten.

The other party seemed to be reporting to Yu Guangzhong Academy, just like they were, and what was Yu Guangzhong Academy’s nickname? Garbage Concentration Camp.

So, the other party couldn’t possibly be a sweet little lamb; perhaps she was a man-eating deadly flower.

Watching the other party slowly approaching, Ouyang Lie reached out to shield the other three rooster heads behind him.

As the leader, this was his responsibility.

Thinking of this, a rush of heroism surged through him, only to be quickly pushed back by the cowardice in his heart.

The heightened momentum lasted no more than three seconds before Ouyang Lie trembled and released a trace of spiritual power, trying to impact the opponent.

However, the spiritual thread he released fell apart like a snapped string before reaching mid-air.

This was a bit awkward.

"What are you looking at, never seen a talent with a grade d+ qualification?

In a society where citizens generally possess c-level spiritual power, calling d+ qualified individuals talented...

This punk was rather interesting.

Ouyang Lie tried hard to maintain his composure, the bright red rooster feathers atop his head swaying with his strong emotions.

Su Li raised the carving knife in her hand, smiling faintly, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll go easy."

No sooner had she spoken than the faces of the four little punks turned pale, trembling even more violently, their eyes wide in terror, "Don’t, don’t come closer."

Su Li belatedly realized she had said something ambiguous, and the knife went up and down.

A series of terrified screams echoed in the compartment, as if they had experienced a brutal catastrophe.

The security robot on the train lit up and slowly arrived.

"After inspection, no signs of a fight were found at the scene."

"After inspection, polluted waste has been detected on the ground, initiating cleanup procedure."

"Zzzzzz..." The sound of machinery operating filled the air, the robot’s arm converted into a powerful suction nozzle, briskly inhaling the red, orange, yellow, and green hairs scattered on the ground.

"Ah, my hair!" The screams, akin to slaughtered pigs, rose one after another.

The four little punks lay on the ground, mourning their lost beautiful hair, turning their livid eyes toward Su Li.

Ouyang Lie: "You can insult me, but you can’t insult my hairstyle."

"My meticulously styled retro look for enrollment was destroyed by you, you should..." Ouyang Lie’s flame-burned eyes caught a glint of the knife’s edge in the girl’s fingers, causing him to gulp hard and pivot swiftly, "Thank you for your effort, your hand must be sore, would you like me to give you a massage? Though my spiritual power is weak, I can still give a great shoulder or back rub."

Those who adapt to the times are wise men, and he is a wise man.

No shame in it.