Chinese Goddess Chronicle

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I really don't know what to say, so I can only type these two words.

"Shen Xing went to ask Po." Sheng Yan looked very serious, and the corners of her lips were slightly pursed to hide a bit of displeasure.Of course I dare not say anything to make her unhappy, I am afraid that she will ignore me again.From time to time, I would brush up my sense of presence, and then làngdàng in my own arena.Sometimes even I can't tell what kind of thoughts I have.

Wendaopo is the sacred place for hang-ups in the game, second only to Mingjiao Sanshengshu, Wanhuahuahai and Chunyang Taiji Square.

The lingering rain, the galloping wild horses, the fluttering dandelions, and the lavender sky in the distance hide an indescribable mystery.

There are three blue dots on the map, and Qingfeng holding the sword naturally also came.

After Sheng Yan fell to the ground, she did not respond to the words of the demon priest.The sound of crackling sounded like firecrackers, and rows of yellow characters flashed through the system channel.The three of us stood in the fireworks, feeling extremely embarrassed for a while.Sheng Yan didn't say a word to her until the demon priest went offline sadly.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and said in a low voice, "I also want to find a relationship."

Sheng Yan glared at me: "Isn't it good to be alone? Do you have to look for that kind of illusion in the game?" I'm not a fool, I can see that she is angry.It's just that I don't know if it's for me, or because of the former love in the game.

Chapter 10

My short gaming career soon ushered in the first face-to-face.

Sheng Yan said that she is willing to go online, but after all, the game is not that important to her. Unlike me, she still has a fresh feeling for Ren Xia Jianghu.

No matter how good the equipment fell into my hands, it turned into waste in the end. Looking at the description of the skill, my attention was only focused on the gorgeous special effect light when driving the stake.I want to become a generation of heroes, how can this work?So I called a personal master on World Channel.

It's a coquettish fellow student named Xiaolou Mingyue.I asked, the boss of pve can open all large and small dungeons, and has a good reputation in the server in this area, but I have no interest in playing dungeons.In my mind, I should be a hero who "kills one person in ten steps and never stays behind for thousands of miles".But I have already ordered apprenticeship, so I am too lazy to change it.

The game will distract me, not only in my studies, but also my thoughts on Shengyan are slowly consumed by the game. Sometimes I even start to doubt that I am only a 3-minute enthusiasm. Otherwise, I will turn around without mercy.I deliberately ignored Sheng Yan's hesitant expression. She was originally a cold person. When I lost my warmth, she naturally became cold, silent and distant.It wasn't what I wanted, and it was one of the things I hated the most later on.

"Hey, your goddess has gotten very close to my male god recently!" When Xiao Ye sent this sentence, I was chatting happily in the game.

Coincidentally, Xiaolou Mingyue is at the same school and level as me, from the School of Science on the West Campus.I seldom go to the West Campus, although the cafeteria on that side is far better than ours.

Xiaolou Mingyue proposed the face-to-face proposal that is close at hand. I thought about it, and there seemed to be no reason to refuse.The lone heroes of the rivers and lakes also need one or two friends who can drink and sing.

This day, Sheng Yan came back very late, near ten o'clock, I was already drowsy.The sound of the door opening woke me up from my drowsiness and trance, I glanced at Sheng Yan, her face was calm, and there seemed to be a bit of fatigue and tiredness hidden between her brows.I yawned, turned over and looked at her on the bed, and asked, "Why are you back so late?"

"I have something to do." The understatement made me feel a little uneasy. Before I could speak, she said again, "Go to sleep, I'm going to take a bath."

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.

I was attacked by drowsiness before, and my mind became clearer a little bit.

Until Sheng Yan came out wiping her long hair.

It's early in the evening, but the heat of summer has been walking through the streets and alleys with the restless wind.

Walking and yelling can be heard from time to time outside the corridor, and those returning from the night began to wait for the exhaustion of the day to end.For a while, I felt like I was placed in a busy city, and for a while, I felt like I was in a remote mountain and old forest isolated from the world.I murmured my lips, thinking I was talking, but I couldn't hear any sound in my ears.In the end, he tore off the thin quilt violently, wrapping himself in it.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Tomorrow is the weekend."

When I swallowed your two words back, I didn't dare to be presumptuous.

"Is there anything special about the weekend?"

No, as far as Yu Shengyan is concerned, her schedule will not change because of the holiday, I have almost never seen her clinging to chuang.The reason why Xueba is Xueba is that we have never been able to achieve it.

After hesitating for a long time, I got out of bed and said, "I'm going to face Ji with the people in the game tomorrow."

"So it's because of this joy." With a sigh, I couldn't see the bright face under the light, I just felt that she was very strange tonight, as if she was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

She turned off the light.

"Go to sleep, I wish you a smooth trip to face-to-face."

"It's Gao Han from the School of Science on the West Campus."

Sheng Yan didn't reply again.

is she asleepIt's just that I don't want to talk.

Chapter 11

Gao Han is not like a flower of Gaoling like her name.

Standing in front of me was a fair girl, tall and thin, with shoulder-length wavy curly hair, and two small canine teeth were showing when she smiled.

"From the way you look, I thought you were studying art."

"Are you praising me for being good-looking, or are you saying I'm unrestrained and unrestrained?"

Gao Han shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and smiled, "Of course I'm praising you for looking good. Let me tell you a secret. You are the first person in my game to meet Ji."

"Coincidentally, you too." I'm actually not good at talking, and I always feel a little restrained when facing strangers.In the eyes of others, I may be the uninhibited, self-willed and free and easy person, but only I know what it is.

----I know you are not the handsome Don Quixote, but you are Sancho.

At the beginning, Ah Qing wrote such a sentence in the letter to me, she asked me how she could pray for a spirit from the heavens, to spy on my deep sky.

I didn't answer her. In fact, many times I couldn't understand the deep meaning in her words.In other words, the heart is like a mirror and finally retreats like a coward.

Gao Han is a scholarly person, but he has a full liberal arts temperament.

Eliminating the awkwardness at the initial moment, we actually had a good time talking.

"Since God has given you such a fate, you should really cherish it. Let's meet again when you have time!" When we were about to say goodbye, she waved to me with a really gorgeous smile, like a flower blooming in summer. flowers.When I met you for the first time, it was like returning home from an old friend. Gao Han took me with such a feeling.In other words, she coincides little by little with an image in my memory.

When I returned to the dormitory, it was neither early nor late, and it was not unexpected that Sheng Yan was not there.

It seems that as long as I am around, she stays in the dormitory to read; but a few times when I go out and return, I can't see her.

The notebook on the table was still open, I glanced at it hastily, only to see the beautiful handwriting, it doesn't seem like I am like a spring worm and a snake.Sheng Yan has the habit of keeping a diary, and I was curious about it at the beginning, but she didn't want to show it to me, so that's fine, I don't have the idea of ​​making things difficult for others.She has her own small world, just as I also hide some unspeakable thoughts, I want her to know, but I can't let her know.As a half-literate man, with a little bit of emotion, I have the thought of reciting poems to make right, whether it is in the middle of my heart, or moaning without illness, it is just my own happiness and freedom, and others can't understand it and don't need to understand it.

"The unprovoked good dreams are blown away by the wind, and the love is like silk. The hatred is like silk, and I drink alone to the lonely lamp. The deeper seal is cold and sad, and I want her to know. I am afraid that she will know, how long will it stand in the wind and dew."