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There are only a few days left in October, and the nights in the capital are longer in this season.

In the quiet living room of the cabin at five o'clock in the morning, the beacon light flashed with dimensional light, and then the space transmission started silently, and the awe-inspiring darkness and golden gold swept away.

After five hours of highly concentrated ability training,

The figure who returned to the hut also felt tired and yawned, then got into bed, activated the [Sleep Card] and fell asleep.

Ability action point adjustment, mana consumption reduction, static suspension,

Inertia impulse offset, reducing excess losses,

Increase in quantity, increase in quality...

Even in deep sleep without dreaming, all I can think about is these predetermined training plans, and I don’t know how long it will take to reach the goal of being able to command the arm.

It's just a [floating card].

Therefore, exercising ability and improving strength is really a long process that requires accumulation over time...

On the clock, minutes and seconds pass by,

The 'quilt ball' on the bed next to the small table was fast asleep, and then at the moment when the hands were about to point to six in the morning and the alarm clock rang,

Click——

The bell was pressed in advance, and the 'quilt ball' who was sleeping soundly a second ago instantly turned over and stood up!

He was so sleepy an hour ago that he seemed to have slept for three or four hours. In the darkness at six o'clock in the morning in the capital, when it was still dark, he felt like he had slept for three or four hours.

It can only be said that he locked Meng Lang's door with the energy of a night owl.

(?ω?*) stare....

Hey hey hey...Brother, I must take off all your underwear this time...

All the previous exercise plans in his mind had turned into nonsense. Fangran jumped out of bed like a slime with his quilt wrapped around him.

Sliding on the floor towards Meng Lang's house.

And then five minutes later....

"Brother!!! You bastard, you do it again!"

"Holy shit! Bro, you actually installed an alarm in the closet!?"

At this time, Gou Yu, who had just finished washing and walked into the kitchen, listened to the faint clenching of teeth and sighed helplessly,

It's still dark this morning, what are you doing...

Then he opened the refrigerator and was about to take out a lot of seafood and fish pot left over from last night for breakfast.

I only saw a black, round and mysterious creature, sleeping soundly on its belly in the pot...

"La...huh..., la!"

However, when he felt the refrigerator door being opened, the 'thief' who originally made a snoring sound instantly turned over and raised his big triangular ears.

"La meow!"

After barking, the cat flicked its tail and fled from the crime scene.

Seeing that all the remaining fish, bone soup, and vegetables on this layer were gone, Gou Yu sighed helplessly and chuckled,

Okay, let's do something else...

...

At the end of October in Beijing, the sky doesn’t get bright until around 6:30.

As long as a certain idiot doesn't stay in bed, everyone in the cabin will wake up early.

Needless to say, Gou Yu, who has an accurate biological clock every day, would have woken up around six or seven o'clock even if there was no sneak attack from Fangran.

Among the three, the oldest one is Fang Xiaoran.

She has a habit of jogging for ten minutes every morning that is difficult for ordinary people to adhere to. She is the only one among the people who was admitted to Beijing University normally, and she has maintained this habit as always.

Last night I went back to the dormitory to pack up the few things I had, and briefly explained the reason to my roommate who I had a good relationship with.

With the efforts of Meng Lang, who could never wait to cheat on his brother, Fang Xiaoran was able to check in with his bags last night.

Um? You mean furniture?

Are things like beds prepared in advance?

Of course that's not the case, it was prepared by some idiot using [Creating Card] in the midst of vicissitudes of life...

‘Ahhhh! Yada! At least... at least let me enjoy one more day of indulgence at home! ’

‘Cut the nonsense! Brother, get this stuff out for me! ’

‘Ya Zhudie! ! ’

Well,

Although I have been forced to do so...

And then there are Tang Bing and Xia Yao, who are about the same age.

After all, one is a lively school girl who is energetic and full of energy as long as she is not timid, and the other is a gentle school girl who lives a self-disciplined life and can find no faults.

So that's it,

When everyone gets up at about the same time,

The fresh and clear sunny air shines in through the balcony, and the cabin welcomes everyone around the small table for breakfast at seven in the morning.

"Um...Sister Ming Ling, can you stop leaning on me..."

"Hey - what... does it matter... well... a beautiful girl like me... is leaning on... you... you should be happy... that's why... ..Huh...Huh...zzZ..."

Although there is someone who doesn't live here, it's obvious that he can't get up at this time...

"Lingzi will be very confused when she doesn't wake up. I've told her not to force herself to get up and sleep a little longer..."

Looking at Ming Ling who couldn't even open her eyes, Xia Yao explained softly with some helplessness, and then looked at Gou Yu with a smile in her eyes:

"Sorry, Xiaoor, please let her lean on you for a while."

"ah..."

And when he heard her words, he was stunned. Gou Yu looked at her leaning on his shoulder. Without makeup, her dress was more simple and soft than her usual delicate appearance.

Eh? Sister Xia, shouldn't you let her lean on you...

"Um...if you live here, do you have breakfast together like this every day? Do you take turns taking responsibility..."

"Well, that's not the case. Most of the time, everything is ready. We can only help occasionally."

"There is a dishwasher for washing dishes, and a sweeping robot for cleaning. Although we will live here in the future, it seems that the only thing we can help with is cooking occasionally."

On the other side, after hearing Xia Yao and Fang Xiaoran's explanation, Tang Bing looked at the golden and tender fish on the table and blinked in surprise.

Hey...you only need help with cooking occasionally? ?

Looking at Gou Yu who was helplessly troubled by Ming Ling who was sleeping on his back without any precautions, Tang Bing silently counted the things he cooked deliciously, could take care of others, had a tolerant personality, and was considerate... .and a series of advantages,

Then he looked at Fangran, who was stuffing fried fish in his mouth and taking a big mouthful of rice.

"Hmm... I always feel like I know why the senior is so useless in terms of living ability..."

Tang Bing whispered unbearably, causing Fang Ran, who was racing with Meng Lang to covet each other's lane, to slam the table angrily:

"Hey! Calabash! What did you say!"

"Ah...Senior, you are the gourd."

"No, I think Miss Tang Bing is right."

"Aunt Fang is a worried person and always prepares everything for him in advance."

"Then I...can live alone, and I...can also cook..."

"Eh? Is there any chance that you can let me try the food you cook?"

"Ahem...next time...next time...I have classes today..."

"Hey, I can't tell you, brother, are still a person who loves learning (scoffing)."

"Do you think everyone is like me and you can stay at home all day long (disgusted)."

"I also have class in the first period. I'll go with you later."

"Well... I seem to have done intensive reading in the first section, ah, wait! My notes..."

"Then it looks like we can go out together."

The bright sunshine in the morning gradually rose, and a new figure joined the small table. During breakfast time, they talked about very common topics, and started a new day in daily life...

...

...

Drop, drop, drop,

In the night ward, the instruments that monitor vital signs are operating normally, and the displayed values ​​are stable.

Consciousness emerged from a deep coma, as if he had had a long, long dream, in which fragments of memories flashed one after another.

Starting from myself as a child, from the shadows of the outside world I felt from those who wanted to take advantage of me,

Fear, uneasiness, fear,

Engraved in the already timid heart.

Then the picture keeps accelerating, accelerating, accelerating, accelerating, accelerating,

accelerate!

Only my own dark room, more and more monitors, struggling to write on the keyboard, and occasionally looking out the window with longing,

Cringing, I hugged my knees on the chair and hid in the room...

Such a fragmented picture.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat,

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat...

until!

The night in Tokyo where I sat on the edge of the building that night!

The strong longing at the end of the C-level battle, the helpless regret when falling in the viewing room, the self-loathing in the locker room cubicle,

The speed at which consciousness rises is accelerating to the extreme, getting faster and faster.

And the scene at the end is hearing the words that the person who longed for you believed.

-'Jota, I have always believed in you...'-

boom--

He was frozen in the moment when he stretched out his hand to grab the ether elf, as if there was a sound of consciousness rushing out of the water,

The young man on the hospital bed opened his eyes little by little, as if he was still stuck in the fragment just now, and slowly stood up. He did not immediately pick up the pair of large black-rimmed glasses and put them on.

Instead, I looked at the world outside the window, a brand new morning...

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