JFWCM Chapter 23
by VolareHoneymoon Protocol in the Sunlight
A holographic projection exploded in the morning reading class. The class teacher’s mechanical tentacles curled around “Interstellar Spring Outing Risk Disclosure,” and the electronic eye scanned the last row: “Student Yi Shang needs a special guardian to sign—after all, you are now a ‘high-risk humanized individual.'”
Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer flashed wildly under the desk. She kicked away the mechanical spider being used to secretly take pictures by the boy in front, and when she raised her hand, a tampered holographic signature popped out from her fingertip: “Teacher, do I count as family?”
The classroom suddenly fell silent. Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand uncontrollably crushed the pen, and Beta star fluid seeped into the “Risk Disclosure,” dyeing the “37.6% Probability of Death” warning into a pink heart.
“The spring outing location is the Beta star ruins.” The class teacher’s mechanical tentacle suddenly stretched out, pointing at the glow-in-the-dark sticker that Jiang Wan’yuan had hidden. “Some students better not get any funny ideas…”
Before the words were finished, the holographic map of Class A of the third year suddenly went haywire. The virus Jiang Wan’yuan planted last week awakened, tampering with the Beta star terrain map into a wedding venue preview, and the quantum blackboard scrolled with [Double Tent Shopping Guide].
The wind on the rooftop at lunch break was strong. Jiang Wan’yuan pressed Yi Shang against the edge of the signal tower, drawing circles around the other’s newly emerged blood vessels with her fingertips: “Senior’s guardian authority, would you like to consider transferring it?”
Yi Shang’s eyelashes shone with a cold light in the Beta star radiation, but her Adam’s apple rolled honestly: “Guardian rule number one: the supervisee is prohibited from carrying dangerous items.”
“Like this?” Jiang Wan’yuan pulled out a miniature wormhole generator from under her skirt, the metal casing engraved with [Strawberry Flavored Space Folding Device v5.0].
The locker suddenly sounded an alarm. Zhang Yao’s mechanical body, holding a search warrant, locked onto Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural interface with her prosthetic eye: “According to Interstellar Law Article…”
“According to school rule number 38,” Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand suddenly became transparent, penetrating Zhang Yao’s energy core, “eavesdropping on other people’s flirting will give you a stye.”
Beta star fluid bloomed crystal flowers inside the mechanical body, and Zhang Yao’s warning turned into a out-of-tune “Wedding March”. Jiang Wan’yuan took the opportunity to slap the glow-in-the-dark sticker on the back of the search warrant—it was an anti-surveillance code left by her mother, which was now leading the court fleet into a black hole trap.
Before school ended, Jiang Wan’yuan found a “Spring Outing Consent Form” wrapped in Beta star fluid on Yi Shang’s desk. In the guardian signature column, the mechanical font was melting into human handwriting: [Risk calculation complete, probability of heart rate losing control 100%]
When night fell, the cleaning robots throughout the entire campus suddenly dumped strawberry-flavored lubricant. Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer received an encrypted signal—Yi Shang was using her remaining Star Speaker authority to tamper with the spring outing spaceship’s navigation system into a honeymoon route.
And in their touching palms, stolen Beta star crystals quietly grew, forming the prototype of a cosmic-level wedding ring.
Strawberry-flavored welding fumes floated in Jiang Wan’yuan’s bedroom, and her neural enhancer projected a three-dimensional list onto her retina: [Anti-gravity sleeping bag ×1] [Beta star radiation filter sticker ×10] [Yi Shang mood stabilizer (strawberry flavor) ×∞]
“Does this count as contraband?” She stuffed the miniature wormhole generator into her lunch box, and turned to see Yi Shang leaning against the door frame. The other’s human right hand was carrying an Interstellar Court standard medical kit, but her mechanical left hand was carrying a lunch bag printed with glow-in-the-dark stars.
“17th warning,” Yi Shang’s vocal cords switched back to the Star Speaker’s cold tone, “carrying a self-made warp device violates Interstellar…”
The warning was blocked by Jiang Wan’yuan with a strawberry daifuku stuffed into her throat. The sweet filling mixed with nano trackers slid into her esophagus, and Yi Shang’s mechanical iris instantly popped up a route map—the spring outing route had been tampered with into a honeymoon galaxy tour.
The closet suddenly exploded. Jiang Wan’yuan’s modified mechanical hanger was going berserk, sewing a radiation-proof suit and a wedding dress into a strange battle robe. Yi Shang’s Beta star fluid automatically wove a defensive net, but when it touched Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural armor, it melted into a star chain necklace.
“Surprise!” Jiang Wan’yuan dragged out a black suitcase from under the bed, the lining covered with anti-surveillance chips left by her mother, “Our ‘ordinary’ spring outing equipment.”
Yi Shang’s mechanical fingertip stroked the suitcase body, activating a hidden compartment—twelve Beta star crystals were arranged in a heart shape, each engraved with surveillance screenshots of them in the janitor’s closet.
A strange noise came from the balcony. Zhang Yao’s mechanical spider was secretly taking pictures, but the lens was burned through by Jiang Wan’yuan’s laser hairpin. Yi Shang took the opportunity to throw a thermos cup, and the Beta star fluid spread along the cup wall, transforming the mechanical spider into a clumsy proposal robot.
“Missed this.” Yi Shang suddenly pressed Jiang Wan’yuan into the closet, her fingertip tracing across the star track interface on the back of her neck. The dormant neural armor was awakened, and the shoulder armor ejected a miniature antimatter cannon, but the muzzle was adorned with Jiang Wan’yuan’s favorite strawberry pendant.
Late at night, Jiang Wan’yuan found a silver metal box in the hidden compartment of the suitcase. Inside were the remnants of the No. 0927 mechanical heart that had been destroyed seven years ago, now repaired as new by Beta star fluid, with an embedded holographic projection looping:
[Spring Outing Survival Guide First Rule: When heartbeat exceeds 130, permission granted to kiss the guardian.]
Moonlight spilled on the floor through the wreckage of the mechanical spider, reflecting the glowing words flickering on the bottom of the box—that was Jiang Wan’yuan’s childish handwriting from when she was six years old: [Must always protect 0927], now outlined in gold by Yi Shang with star dust.
The thermos cup condensed into ice flowers on the windowsill, and Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural armor suddenly emitted a hum—the mechanical heart remnants that Yi Shang repaired were resonating with the Beta star crystal. The radiation-proof wedding dress in the closet moved automatically without wind, and the cuffs ejected a holographic projection: [Detected Interstellar Court tracking signal, distance 3.2 light-years]
“Looks like our spring outing plan has to be brought forward.” Jiang Wan’yuan bit open the strawberry hairpin, revealing a miniature warp engine, “Senior’s guardian authority, will you now approve an emergency elopement?”
Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, and Beta star fluid invaded the neural armor along her blood vessels. Jiang Wan’yuan’s retina was instantly flooded with data streams—Yi Shang had actually hacked back into her enhancer, encrypting the elopement route map into a heartbeat frequency chart.
“18th warning.” Yi Shang’s lips brushed her trembling eyelids, “Your warp algorithm miscalculated the Beta star tides.”
The warning was interrupted by the mechanical spider’s marriage proposal declaration. The modified robot held up the ring box hidden by Yi Shang, playing Zhang Yao’s exasperated remote scream: “You are defecting!”
Jiang Wan’yuan smiled and crushed the ring box, revealing the antimatter core inside. Yi Shang’s Beta star fluid immediately wrapped around it, weaving the destructive energy into a starry sky veil: “Now it’s a wedding invitation.”
When the Interstellar Court’s assault team broke through the window, the bedroom was already empty. The hovering suitcase automatically unfolded in the void, and the radiation-proof wedding dress was glowing as it absorbed the wormhole radiation. Jiang Wan’yuan’s anti-surveillance chip embedded in the skirt began to count down, and the mechanical heart repaired by Yi Shang floated on the ceiling, the holographic projection updated to:
[Spring Outing Survival Guide Second Rule: When globally wanted, default to honeymoon mode.]
Moonlight pierced through the warp trail, illuminating the final secret in the suitcase’s hidden compartment—next to the protection contract that Jiang Wan’yuan drew when she was six years old, a new line of mechanical text from Yi Shang: [Executor 0927, permanently in service].