Stelle's phone screen was lit up.
At this moment, what was displayed in front of the three heads pressed close together was a group chat interface.
The name of the chat group was: Madam Herta Support Association."
From the small system notice at the top that said "[Unknown] invited [Face-Tank Ultimate] into the group chat and included the latest 10 chat records," and judging from the somewhat abrupt chat content in the group, Baby Stelle had probably just been pulled in.
[Unknown: I already thought she had a problem.]
[Mars Robot: Go on.]
[Bill Gap: Go on.]
[Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: Such a big space station, how much profit do you think is inside? Think about it, think carefully!]
[Mars Robot: You can eat carelessly but you can't talk carelessly. She's Madam Herta's student!]
[Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: So what if she's a student? A student can't be talked about?]
[Melon Field: She…]
[Melon Field: She has quite a lot of dirt.]
[Mars Robot: Go on.]
[Melon Field: Not convenient.]
[Bill Gap: If it's not convenient then why even say anything!!]
The chat content had no beginning or end, but the three little ones standing face to face were not stupid. Even with this limited information, they could still make some guesses.
'The person they were discussing should be Asta, right?'
Although they already had a guess in their hearts, Nero still picked up Stelle's phone and asked who they were talking about.
The seniors in the group immediately laid it out clearly. They were indeed talking about Asta.
From the later conversation in the group, it seemed that these people felt the funding was too little, while Asta kept shopping online and the packages were piling up like a mountain.
Out of jealousy, they made relatively malicious speculation that Asta had embezzled public funds.
After getting this information, Stelle, Nero, and March looked at each other. They could all see the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Although these people's guesses carried some emotion, they were not completely without reason.
But in the eyes of those who knew something about Asta's strength or about her as a person, these guesses just seemed a bit childish.
"Asta is really working hard…" Nero said.
March nodded in agreement beside him.
Stelle, meanwhile, started chatting with the people in the group.
These people began using speculation to create a logical loop for the conclusion they had already decided on.
For example, "Asta isn't stupid. She must be buying things under a private name. The space station still needs to be maintained!", "That Arlan from the security department looks sneaky at the front desk. He must feel guilty!", "Who else besides Madam Herta could afford those things?" and similar reasons.
Looking at such rumors, Stelle frowned and felt that she should do something for her friend.
So she said in the group chat, "It seems like it's just your one-sided guess. There's no solid proof…"
Then Stelle received the following replies...
[Melon Field: Believe it or not.]
[Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: So funny, there are still people trying to clear her name. Who doesn't know Arlan is that little girl's trusted aide?]
Of course, there were also people who, like Stelle, just wanted to watch rationally.
For example, the one who invited her in.
[Unknown: …Ah, I squatted here for half a day thinking something big was coming. And this is it? That's it?]
"After all that talk, there's still no solid proof for this gossip," Nero muttered.
The boy looked at the chat records on the phone. Although there was no solid proof yet, some people clearly were not planning to give up.
For example, that Melon Field.
Melon Field said they were secretly investigating the source of Asta's huge assets and claimed that soon there would definitely be big news at the space station.
Nero lightly ground his teeth, curled the corner of his mouth, and showed a somewhat dangerous-looking smile.
For a brief moment, his small canine tooth seemed to reflect a cold glint.
He reached out and pulled Stelle and March beside him, saying, "It's not good to let others bully our friend like this."
"Why don't we go check out this guy? Also, we should think about the identity of that Unknown who pulled Stelle into the group…"
Stelle and March nodded. They clearly agreed with Nero's idea.
Just when everyone thought the matter in the group was over and was about to start investigating, a new message came in.
A person named "Mediterranean General" sent a sentence that had nothing to do with all the previous messages and was very abrupt.
"Do you all admit that the little hero of Herta Space Station, Nero, has peerless beauty unmatched under heaven?"
As soon as this message popped up, the three of them were stunned. Their big eyes were filled with even bigger confusion.
After a short silence, the group chat suddenly became lively.
A considerable number of people shouted that they agreed.
And they posted Nero's photos and memes that had recently spread around the space station.
At some point, the name of the group chat had changed from "Madam Herta Solo Support Association" to "Nero Knight Order."
Clearly, under some kind of beauty concept like memetic contamination, another employee group at the space station had fallen.
It was worth mentioning that once this Mediterranean General who promoted Nero appeared, all the hostility in the group seemed to be forgotten.
Even that Melon Field happily joined the Nero Knight Order.
March looked at the group chat content, then turned to look at Nero beside her and showed a teasing bad smile.
The beautiful girl reached out and poked the beautiful boy. "You're really popular, Nero… It's turned into your fan club here?"
How had this young Sword Immortal from the Xianzhou ever seen such a scene?
His gray eyes blinked twice. He pressed his lips together, and two red clouds quietly climbed onto his cheeks.
Nero felt like his pupils were shaking.
Stelle, meanwhile, looked thoughtfully at the lively messages in the group.
"It feels like there might be a simpler way to solve the problem…"
Muttering this, Stelle started operating on her phone.
Soon, a new message popped up in the group: [Face-Tank Ultimate] invited [Ancient Kingdom's God of Plunging Attacks] into the group chat.
[Face-Tank Ultimate: This is Nero himself~]
[Bill Gap: What the hell, really!?]
[Mars Robot: Dad!]
[Unlicensed Spaceship Pilot: Mom!]
[Mediterranean General: My god!]
[Melon Field: What the hell! Fish baby? Show proof or I won't believe it!]
[Unknown: …Uh...]
[Face-Tank Ultimate: Of course it's real, I'm also a Nameless!]
[Face-Tank Ultimate: (Picture of ticket)]
[Melon Field: @Ancient Kingdom's God of Plunging Attacks Fish baby! I'm your fan!]
Then Stelle raised her hand and patted Nero. "Nero, it's your show?"
"Eh? Ah? Um… w-what should I do?"
Stelle's actions were too fast, and the reactions in the group made Nero feel even more embarrassed.
He hurriedly took out his own phone and looked at Stelle for help.
Stelle crossed her arms over her chest, wearing a confident smile, and said calmly, "I observed their reactions. Aren't we trying to catch the one spreading rumors? It's most suitable for you to step in now!"
"Judging by how much they like you, you just need to say something that will shock them. Then later we can check the surveillance. It'll be easy to catch the ones who react strongly!"
"Wow! Good idea!" March echoed from the side, clearly agreeing with the plan.
Nero blinked, looked at Stelle, then at March. "O-okay…"
As the embarrassment gradually faded, Nero said in the group, "I really hate people who talk badly about others behind their backs!"
For a moment, the entire chat group fell into silence.
Only that Mediterranean General enthusiastically echoed, "Well said! People who talk badly about others behind their backs are the worst!"