What if your Honkai Star Rail was like this?

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: March 7th: I Just Like Your Current Defiant and Untamed Look

Like Blade, Huaiyan was also one of the many ”forgetters.”

In Huaiyan’s memory, he had just stepped out of the training room, still mulling over Yingxing’s fifty-sixth runaway from home, only for a blink of an eye to suddenly place him here.

Perhaps it was the grace of the heavens, allowing him to crash right into his good disciple.

Now that he had successfully ”captured” one Yingxing, Huaiyan suddenly realized that he still hadn’t figured out exactly what this place was.

Tap tap tap...

At that moment, two sets of hurried footsteps echoed from around the corner of the corridor. Stelle and the other rushed over in a hurry. Seeing the scene of devastation, their hearts sank: Dan Heng wouldn’t have run into something, would he?

This battle scene clearly showed that a fierce fight had taken place!

”Hm?”

Hearing the footsteps of the two, Huaiyan’s gaze sharpened. He dragged Blade along as he walked over, asking kindly, ”You two young friends, this old man has mistakenly entered this place and lost his way. Could you perhaps guide me to an exit?”

Stelle looked strangely at the Blade in his hand, then exchanged a glance with March 7th. They could both read the meaning in each other’s eyes: It looks like General Huaiyan has been hit too.

”Um... Elder Huai, listen to me. You’re actually in a state of amnesia right now...” Stelle explained the current situation to Huaiyan.

After hearing it, Huaiyan didn’t have much doubt—after all, from the moment he arrived here, everything had felt off—so he frankly nodded. ”Alright, then I’ll rely on you to help recover this old man’s memory.”

March 7th nodded and reached out to place her hand on Elder Huai’s wrist. As the ”Forgetfulness debuff” was lifted, Huaiyan’s expression gradually cleared up.

”Ah... I remember now.”

Huaiyan rubbed his brow. ”Sorry, this old man was full of vigor eight hundred years ago and nearly caused you trouble.”

”But... what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to run into this kid here.”

Huaiyan looked at the doll-like Blade in his hand, full of emotion: ”We haven’t seen each other for centuries, and we meet during amnesia—no sense of ceremony as you young people say, hahaha.”

”Elder Huai knows him?” March 7th asked in some surprise.

”Indeed, this kid is this old man’s disciple. Unfortunately, something happened later on, and we lost contact.” Huaiyan said, ”But from what this kid just said, it seems he’s lost his memory too and thinks he’s that child who just joined the sect back then.”

—”That’s exactly right.”

Dan Heng followed over at this time and said flatly, ”It was very strange just now. As we fought, this guy’s way of addressing me changed, and his moves weren’t as ruthless as before. You could tell he wasn’t going for the kill.”

”Got it.”

With a ”pa” sound, March 7th slapped Blade hard across the face, slapping out a red jellyfish. The force was so great that it left a deep palm print on the latter’s face, making it hard not to suspect personal grudges.

March 7th let out a light hum and said, ”Damn Stellaron Hunter, daring to come knocking on the door. Do you really think I’m a pushover?”

Seeing this scene, Dan Heng felt deeply gratified in his heart: March 7th is indeed as caring toward her companions as ever. This slap was to vent for him...

”If he hadn’t knocked on the door so imprudently just now, I could’ve at least eaten two bites before stopping!”

Dan Heng: ...

”Uh...”

Taking the heavy blow, Blade’s eyebrows suddenly twitched, and then, in his coma, he awoke. His first words were: ”Dan Heng, of five people, one must pay the price. Only you are...”

Before he could finish, he saw Huaiyan’s ”kind and benevolent” face, and he immediately jolted like a startled cat, ”flying” far away: ”M-Master?”

”Disciple, long time no see.” Huaiyan said affectionately: ”It’s been about eight hundred years since we last parted, right? In all that time, you...”

”Damn Dan Heng, hijacking my master just to survive!” Blade glared viciously at Dan Heng and said: ”Fine, you got away with it this time. We’ll settle the score for spreading rumors next time! Just you wait!”

With that, Blade immediately turned and ran off without looking back.

Huaiyan: ...

”Sigh, where exactly did my education go wrong? Yingxing is like this, and that girl Yunli is like this too. Is it my problem? Sigh...”

Huaiyan sighed, walking away dejectedly on his own.

”It feels like there’s some untold history between that master and disciple.” Gazing at Huaiyan’s back, Stelle sighed.

”Back to the matter at hand. March, Stelle, I overheard your conversation just now. The primary task right now is to find the people who’ve lost their memories and help them recover, right?” Dan Heng said: ”I’ll go with you.”

”I just saw Mr. Sunday seems to have fallen into an ’amnesia’ state too. If there’s no other target right now, why not find him first?”

”After all, the current him is also our companion.”

The three reached an agreement and went to search for Sunday, but unfortunately, whether calling or going directly to Sunday’s room, they couldn’t find any trace of him.

—”Sorry, sir, but this is the highest air conditioning we can provide.”

Just as the three were at a loss, they suddenly heard an argument from not far away: ”I’m very disappointed with the service quality on the Xianzhou. Twelve air conditioners combined, and it only reaches zero degrees? Are you trying to freeze me to death?”

”Mr. Sunday’s voice?” Stelle identified it first.

Dan Heng added: ”To the right. It sounds like he’s having another episode. Let’s go.”

The three arrived at the source of the voice, where Sunday was complaining to a staff member on the Skysplitter: ”The room is only two hundred square meters, the temperature is above zero, and even the highest-level cuisine is only two million!”

”I don’t know why I’ve come here, but I’m not here to reminisce on hardships. I don’t lack money, understand?”

The staff member opposite wore a bitter expression. He’d lived for several hundred years and never heard such outrageous demands, but since the other was a VIP, he could only keep apologizing: ”Sorry, sir, I’ll report this to my superiors right away. Please forgive us...”

—”Ah hahaha... Sorry, sorry!”

At this moment, Stelle dashed forward in one arrow step, covering Sunday’s mouth from behind, and said somewhat awkwardly: ”This is our companion. He’s having an episode right now. You don’t need to mind what he says. Just ignore it; we’ll take him away now.”

”Who the hell are you?! Get off me!”

Sunday struggled forcefully and actually pushed Stelle away, disgustedly patting his clothes: ”I, Sunday, CEO of the Penacony Group, have always only had business partners, no personal friends.”

”And moreover, I have no interest in women. Miss Trailblazer, please conduct yourself properly.”

Hearing this, March 7th behind him paused for a moment. The hand that had been about to lift the ”Forgetfulness debuff” was put down again, and the corners of her mouth curved into a mischievous arc.