[Sunday bro: Oh no!]
[Baby Bird, the Goddess has descended!]
[Little Bird is inspecting the mortal world again—she really makes me cry to death.]
[Wow! It's the big star!]
[Robin is still so beautiful.]
[Miss Robin, I'm your fan—please give me an autograph!]
[Miss Robin's beauty is unrivaled in the universe!]
— —
After the lesson finished, Robin checked the children's vocal cords just to be safe.
But in the next moment.
She briefly furrowed her brows—yet she still smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was overthinking. You're perfectly healthy."
"I never expected to run into a big star in a place like this."
Boothill's voice came from behind Robin.
Hearing the familiar voice, Robin gave a slight smile and explained to the nervous children, "Don't be afraid—this gentleman is a good person. Go play somewhere else for now."
After the children left, Robin exchanged a few brief pleasantries. But Boothill's unusual way of speaking caught her attention.
"Mr. Boothill, this is… hm? Wait—sorry, please hold still for a moment…"
The power of Harmony enveloped Boothill's entire body, causing him slight discomfort.
"To hell with it—what are you doing?"
Boothill froze for a second. "Meow! Meow meow? Ha—finally back to normal."
[Meow, he's back.]
[Boothill can meow too?]
[You know, "meow" in his Synesthesia Beacon might mean something completely different.]
[So Robin has purification ability—no, Harmony in general has purification power.]
[Then why didn't Stelle just purify herself?]
— —
"As expected, Mr. Boothill also has similar noise interference on him."
Although Boothill's condition improved, anxiety still lingered in Robin's expression.
Boothill immediately picked up on it. "Similar? Sounds like this isn't the first time. You know what the hell is going on with this banana business?"
Robin briefly explained: ever since Sleeping Banana Monkey started trending, the memetic quality in Reverie Reef had become abnormal.
Clearly, in the current environment, both Robin and Boothill had their own goals.
So the two began working together to find a way into the Sleeping Banana Club.
After circling around several times, Boothill and Robin arrived in front of a "Sleeping Banana Club • Elite 52 • Monera."
She was surrounded by a large number of Sleeping Banana Monkey plushies.
"Welcome, welcome! Would you like a Sleeping Banana Monkey plush? Free of charge—I sewed them myself!"
Boothill looked disdainful. "Do I look like the type to put one of these monkeys on my bedside?"
"You never know—you look pretty cute."
"I… you… huh?"
[Class!]
[HAHAHA, he got teased.]
[Boothill: Say that again!]
[Good taste!]
[HAHAHA!]
— —
Suddenly Monera noticed Robin behind Boothill. She rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again. Her voice became hurried and high-pitched.
"Wait wait wait—am I still dreaming? You… you're Miss Robin?"
Robin smiled gracefully and gave a small wave. "Hello."
Seeing the universe's most spotlighted superstar right in front of her, Monera completely melted.
Despite Robin's repeated insistence against special treatment or backdoor entry,
Monera couldn't refuse Robin—but she still took out a pendant. "But good things come in pairs. Giving a little leeway isn't a big deal. Take this with you when you go—they'll understand when they see it. Don't worry—it won't break any rules; it's just a reminder not to deliberately make things difficult."
This time Robin didn't refuse. After signing for Monera, she handed the pendant to Boothill.
Boothill took the pendant, gave it a once-over, and teased, "As expected of a big star—got it so easily."
"Alright, Mr. Boothill—let's keep looking for Sleeping Banana Club members."
…
Scene transition.
Boothill and Robin arrived at a crowd.
After careful observation, Boothill was certain—this was one of the members who had escaped earlier after being stopped by Micah.
Truly, enemies cross paths!
"To hell with it—still up to no good! Finally found you little cuties."
Robin immediately understood. "Ah—are these the club members who've been promoting Sleeping Banana Monkey everywhere? Then that means…"
"Didn't expect our tempers to match so well. I get what you mean."
Robin nodded. "Mm. Just probe indirectly, and then…"
Before Robin could finish, Boothill clenched both fists and shouted loudly, "Hey! You little cuties over there—look here!"
Everyone's eyes turned toward Boothill: "???"
"Truly brain-dead—I'm picking a fight, got it?"
With that he lunged forward and tackled the nearest one to the ground.
Thud—
One punch down—one club member instantly enjoyed the sleep of an infant.
The others barely had time to react before Boothill dealt with them in two or three moves. In the end, only one was left standing there trembling.
Boothill clapped his hands and raised an eyebrow at Robin. "Beautiful—indirect probing!"
Robin froze for a few seconds, then gave a helpless smile. "Sorry, Mr. Boothill—I'll use fewer figures of speech from now on."
[Little Bird shocked. Little Bird confused. Little Bird speechless.]
[So does League of Legends have a hero called City Wall?]
[Paid the price for being too cultured.]
[Indirect probing—Boothill clearly only understood the "probing" part.]
[Gotta say, the Boothill + Robin combo is actually pretty fun.]
[Honkai: Star Rail characters are all so interesting and distinct. Sometimes just putting that group together—no plot needed—is entertaining enough just watching them interact.]
[No wonder there are so many Star Rail fanfics.]
— —
Meanwhile, the remaining club member's legs were shaking like sieves. "No… ah… who the hell are you…"
Boothill glared at him with murderous eyes. "You gotta learn to respect other people's turf, got it? Listen up—now I'm gonna take off my belt and hang it right over there. Then I ask a question, you answer. One word."
He pointed toward a nearby streetlamp.
"Belt?"
"Oh, don't think I'm some softie, little cutie. I've interrogated plenty of people before. With this belt here—if you can't take it anymore, you can crawl over and hang yourself."
The club member swallowed hard and instantly became obedient. His expression softened considerably. "Please… go ahead…"
Boothill cut straight to the point. "Finally learned to talk properly? Sleeping Banana Club? Show me your ID."
Without any resistance, the member began fumbling around on himself.
After a long while, he finally found something hard. "Ah—here it is… here you go. Did the Banana Helpers send you to find me?"
"Guess all you want—but don't expect to hear a single word. Scram."
"Got it!"
The member vanished in an instant.
Boothill spun the ID card on his finger. "With this, I shouldn't need to go through any test, right?"
Robin gave a small smile. "Why don't you give it a try, Mr. Boothill?"
— —
The scene then switched to an interactive video mode offering two options.
Viewers could choose based on preference.
Option one: use Monera's pendant and go the human-relationship route—pass the test through earlier plot content.
Option two: use the club member's ID directly.
Of course, since it was Boothill, the second option clearly suited his personality better.
"Oh? Genuine club ID. Elite 124…" The gatekeeping member looked back and forth between the ID and Boothill several times. "Catherine • Martha? That's you?"
"Yeah. What—you got a problem?"
"No no—legend has it your style doesn't match the name at all. Extremely hardcore—looks like the rumors are true. Please come in, come in." With that he stepped aside.
"Let's go, sis—time to see how many teeth these troublemakers have." Boothill said to Robin behind him.
But Robin had her own plans. She politely declined to continue traveling together with the Yaoqing general.
In truth, Robin had already guessed a thing or two.
After all, Galaxy Ranger deeds were little known across the cosmos.
Boothill didn't deny it. After exchanging a few mutual reminders with Robin, he entered the Sleeping Banana Club alone.
…
After looking around, the inside of the Sleeping Banana Club seemed suspiciously normal.
"To hell with bananas—not a single weird thing. They're hiding deep."
Boothill suddenly jolted—he was banana-ing again. He glanced back—Robin had already disappeared. "Left pretty fast."
[Detail: the moment Robin left, the banana-ing stopped.]
[So the purification was coming from Robin herself?]
[That means Harmony is basically useless—treats the symptom, not the root.]
[What's scary is if even Harmony gets polluted.]
Suddenly.
White text appeared in front of Boothill: "They aid the tyrant—death is too good for them."
He exhaled heavily. "To hell with bananas—what the hell? Welcome ceremony already set up? Fine then—bring it. One ninja infiltration is enough."
Then the text began wriggling like a worm and quickly reformed into new words: "Sooner or later this bullet will hit you. Just watch, Oswaldo."
"To hell with bananas—wait… this is me?"
Countless Sleeping Banana Monkeys flooded into Boothill's mind like a bursting dam.
He shook his head violently. His hands weren't idle—he immediately drew his revolver and aimed at the text in front of him.
But the text vanished. In its place stood a pink-haired girl.
March 7th hurriedly raised both hands. "Wait wait wait—uh… is skipping class really punished this severely?"
[March, cute!]
[Oh—it really is March 7th!]
[Boothill's luck this time is too good—don't tell me the Sleeping Banana Club plot is with March 7th too.]
[Booked, bro.]
[Honestly, having March 7th makes it more fun—she'll roast everything.]
[True—March 7th's roasts are pretty sharp.]
— —
The screen went black, then returned to the Galaxy Ninja Scroll's recap.
This section told the story of how Rappa gradually trained step by step to become a cosmic ninja.
[When will hearing "bitter tea" stop making me laugh?]
[I feel like this Bitter Tea Master must be a big figure—something like the Third Hokage.]
[Rappa's master was killed by enemies. So for revenge, Rappa joined the Galaxy Rangers—upholding justice on one hand while hunting down her enemies on the other.]
[Honestly, the moment I saw the Galaxy Ninja Scroll in the first part, I knew where the story was going.]
— —
Time rewinds slightly.
"Baseballer, Bat • Ninja, dear old classmate."
March 7th's gentle voice sounded beside Stelle's ear. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and slowly opened her eyes.
March 7th was sitting on the desk, her long legs dangling and swinging idly. "Snap out of it—don't fall asleep again."
[March 7th's sitting pose—full marks.]
[Exactly—lecture halls are meant for sitting on desks.]
[Old Mi, Old Mi—you still understand exactly what the audience wants.]
[March 7th really radiates peak youthful energy.]
— —
Dan Heng said he still couldn't reach Boothill, so they couldn't confirm Rappa's identity with absolute certainty.
However, her unusually eccentric speech and behavior did provide some corroboration.
Most importantly, the craze for Sleeping Banana Monkey had arrived far too strangely.
Stelle added, "Plus my dream right before entering Penacony."
With nothing else to do at the moment, Dan Heng suggested checking out a Dreamweaving major class. One—to pass the time. Two—to gather information. Three—to make contact with faculty.
After all, for Sleeping Banana Monkey to explode in popularity, someone had to be fanning the flames—and faculty were prime suspects.
[Fair words—this group would be doomed without Dan Heng.]
[After all, he's the designated brain!]
After the three little ones reached an agreement, they left the classroom together.
On the other side of the corridor, they spotted the eye-catching Rappa.
Coming closer, they saw a Banana Instructor scolding a student.
Rappa caught them in her peripheral vision. "Yo! Bat • Ninja. Lapis • Ninja. Flying Dragon • Ninja."
The Frenzied Ninja bowed to every ninja present. Though it seemed excessive, it was etiquette no ninja could neglect.
The gesture made March 7th a little awkward. "You don't have to greet everyone one by one… Are you here for class too, Miss Rappa?"
"Of course. Ninjas think alike—this place called 'classroom' is surely a dojo of deception. Evil spirits lurk here as well. All ninjas must proceed • with • caution."
Seeing the time was right, the Dreamweaving Banana Instructor shook his head and made the sound of a class bell. Students gathered around.
The Dreamweaving Banana Instructor began teaching the lesson content—using spray paint to decorate it in a way everyone liked.
And the theme was Sleeping Banana Monkey.
With that, he raised the spray can. Colored ink splattered out. The ink seemed to come alive—flowing, surging, blending on the wall, forming ever-changing images.
A fan-made illustration of Sleeping Banana Monkey appeared on the wall.
"Ah! How did he finish it in an instant? It's like magic." March 7th couldn't help exclaiming.
"Maintain a peaceful mind. Think clearly of what you wish to create. Let your emotions resonate with the materials—and imagination will turn into reality in the dream. That is the essence of 'Dreamweaving' na!"
"I see— na."
"March 7th?!" Stelle noticed something off.
Dan Heng said nothing—his face simply darkened.
The Dreamweaving Banana Instructor cleared his throat twice. "Banana na—don't worry. Memetic pigment can infect the viewer's emotions. Looks like this painting helped this classmate better understand na cries! Very nice! Demonstration over. Any students who want to try?"