When the protagonist of the otome game is unintentional strategy [system]

"Forget it, I'll wear a skirt."

Seeing that the system stopped giving suggestions for a long time, Kolusta was impatient to wait any longer. She casually took out a knee-length dress with a high collar, beige base, sky blue and brown on the shoulders and cuffs. The patterns are outlined, and a star-like pattern is printed on the skirt. The style looks quite holy and elegant.

This one was also given by Gloria... It's hard to imagine how many new clothes of the season this noble girl stuffed into her closet.

Kolusta began to change clothes and comb her hair while muttering "wouldn't it be better to wear a pair of stockings".Until she finished her preparations, straightened the hem of her skirt, confidently opened the door and stepped out, and after standing outside——

I was almost so cold that I turned my head and went back to the dormitory.

"Goddess Clara," she said, her teeth chattering as she was blown by gusts of cold wind like knives, she held her arms and trembled, wanting to cry, "The wind that blows me is not the wind, the ice front of the Snow Mountains in the Northland... …Isn’t it the snow season yet? It’s only been a few months, and it’s already so cold—it’s promised that the four seasons of Wangcheng are like spring, could it be false propaganda?”

"No, this is the effect caused by the dispersion of divine power," the system said, "Wangcheng has always been the place where magicians gather the most, coupled with the lingering holy power in the mainland, that's why it has a comfortable climate all year round. And now Nobili doesn't have much remaining divine power to squander. If this continues, even the royal city located in the middle of the continent, which is warm all year round, will be assimilated into the Northland or the edge of the continent in a short time. An area not suitable for human habitation."

"However, according to this, even if the town of West Side has the source of holy power, when it encounters a cold snap, it will still make people shiver so cold that your teeth will chatter." Kolusta rubbed hard. Rubbing his hands together, he took a deep breath into his palms, and trembled as he went downstairs.

"The town of Seaside is located on the western coast of the mainland. It is a place where the cold current must pass. Even if there is no source of holy power, the ocean will freeze as soon as it is supposed to in a severe winter. It will never be as cold as when the divine power is full. It's colder," the system projected a translucent map of the Nobili continent in front of Kolusta's eyes, and explained it to her solemnly, "so, whether the seaside area is cold or not depends on the location; The dissipation of the holy power will only bring about an abnormal climate, and the cold winter in West Side Town is a normal phenomenon, and it has nothing to do with whether you are protected by the source of the holy power."

The system paused for a moment, and said plainly without any sarcasm: "Otherwise, the seaside town that is frozen every snow season has been like spring for many years in a row... Such an obvious climate anomaly cannot escape the eyes of the Duke's family. Then I reasonably speculate: the time when the source of holy power was found by the Goddess of Deceit, I am afraid that it must be at least a few hundred years earlier."

"... That's all right, stop analyzing, great geographer—the more you talk, the more I feel that I am so stupid for asking such low-level questions," Kolusta rolled his eyes and said in embarrassment He took out his handkerchief and blew his nose, and said with a mournful face, "It's fine to be cold, but also to be despised for intelligence. Which heroine is as miserable as me!"

Although Kolusta walked out of the dormitory much earlier than the agreed time, she still chose to speed up her pace because of the overwhelming cold, shivering all the way, and ran straight towards the teaching building.

The thinly dressed girl finally raised her head when she walked through the long corridor, and glanced up, only to see that because of today's sudden drop in temperature, the wisteria flowers that were quite luxuriant a few days ago also lost their color, and were blown into pieces by the cold wind without discrimination. He looked like he was in mourning.

"Hey, the cold wind blowing into my bones devastated me, making me feel cold all over my body and exhausted physically and mentally," Kelusta, who felt the same way, suddenly felt the drama, and shamelessly made tears in his eyes on the spot Looking around, she pretended to cry and sighed, "I'm really like a delicate flower."

system:"……"

Is this really stupid?

Is it because my performance is too poor, what did I do wrong to suffer from this kind of carrier?

However, Kolusta couldn't hear the bitter and angry resistance in the system's heart—in fact, the rebellious Otome game protagonist, who suddenly became self-willed, became even more excited when he saw it ignoring him.

Standing in the porch, she affectionately stretched out a hand to the lavender flowers on her head, and looked at her half-bent, half-stretched, beautifully curved fingertips with fascination, imitating the tone of a bard vividly, feeling emotional And sadly chant: "When there is no fire around me, I can only drink a mouthful of the wind in the winter night, and let it melt into my skin and bones... This wind frightens me and destroys me." I, tormented me, turned me into a withered wisteria; and it made me weary and discouraged, and hang my head like a defeated quail—”

"...a brilliant literary talent." The system flattered, "Although it sounds a bit strange."

Kolusta seemed quite satisfied with this evaluation, and even resisted the urge to fight a cold war, standing in the middle of the corridor quite boldly and turning a few dreamy circles like a waltz.

The skirt fluttered, and the patterns printed on it were like many meteors falling one after another, unexpectedly refracting a speck of miraculous silver light.

After turning three and a half times, Kolusta stopped abruptly, swayed a little dizzily, almost tripped over with his left foot and fell all over the place.

But she was lucky, and in the end she was tenacious and did not fall.

——The system let out a long sigh full of disappointment.

As if destined to torture the audience of the system, Kolusta even quickly adjusted herself, imitating the posture of a professional dancer, lifting the corner of her skirt and taking two small steps forward.

It wasn't until she threw herself in front of a branch of wisteria that she seemed to have finally brewed her emotions in place, and suddenly spoke impassionedly, saying loudly, "But!—"

The system was startled, and almost activated the highest self-defense preset, and contacted the headquarters on the spot to apply for evacuation assistance.

"However, I will not be easily knocked down by the cold!" The brown-haired girl seemed to have puddles of water in her eyes, and she raised her hand to hold a petal of a wisteria, and sighed passionately and affectionately, "Although I am weak Flowers, but they are also the chosen ones who carry hope... My heart is firewood, my blood is fire, as long as I am alive, my passion, my fighting spirit -- will never be extinguished!"

"...I am the chosen one of this world, the most critical and unique one - the savior!"

After throwing down the surging epilogue, Kolusta closed her eyes intoxicated, put her hands together in front of her chest contentedly, her palms pressed together, fingers interlocked, and she lowered her head slightly as if praying. This impromptu performance - and torture of the system - draws a full stop that represents the end.

"I'm really a poet who was delayed by my studies," she sighed to the system sincerely, "Give me a harp, and I can shake the whole world!"

system:"………………"

are you crazy!

Kolusta, who has no life as a poet but has a poet's heart, obviously perfectly interpreted the other party's speechless state of mind from the long silence of the system. She lightly brushed her hair, and said disdainfully, "You really don't have appreciation". , turned around, and walked towards the teaching building like a normal person——

However, before she had time to move, she was patted lightly on the shoulder with some hesitation by someone standing behind her.

"...!"

Kolusta suddenly realized something.

The little face that was already pale from the cold was almost turning green at this moment.

Her original look of contempt for the system suddenly froze, as if someone had poured petrochemical potions, she paused, rattled, and turned her head away in despair.

The next moment, as expected, she met the handsome face of the silver-haired boy who hesitated to speak.

... Gan!

What kind of textbook standard social death scene is this!

For the first time, the brown-haired girl's always radiant golden eyes completely lost their brilliance. Facing Wende's weird and strange eyes, she opened her lips tremblingly and tried to rescue her, but she was so embarrassed that she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"That... just now... I—"

"..."

Wende pursed his lips, looking as if he had pondered over the words for a long time, and praised dryly and unconvincingly, "The poem just now was written...very well. Well, it's pretty good. "

Kolusta: "..."

No, I don't want you to praise me, nor is there something wrong with my brain, just listen to my explanation!

……

In the huge and empty potion classroom, there were two unlucky children who were each frightened by different types.

The silver-haired boy was cleaning the tools that he would use later in silence and still in shock, while Kolusta, who was eight feet away from him, was hurrying up and chanting at the system non-stop, in order to resolve his embarrassment. mood.

"I'm so stupid, really," the brown-haired girl said with a heart-wrenching review as she sadly squeezed the juice of the weeds, "I only knew that there would be no one in front of the school building on weekends...but I didn't expect Wende He actually came so early, and happened to see me go crazy!"

Seeing that she was really embarrassed, the system didn't have the nerve to add insult to injury such as "You know you're going crazy", so it could only vaguely say: "This...qualified gentleman often doesn't let girls Wait for your own."

"It's because he's so gentlemanly that I feel even more embarrassed!" Kolusta wanted to cry without tears. Tell Gloria, then my first life's fame...wouldn't it all be ruined!"

Although the system doesn't know what fame she has with Gloria, but seeing the miserable appearance of this shameless temporary carrier at the moment, it can't bear it, so it racked its brains to comfort: "No Worry, temporary carrier... According to Wende's personality, he will not talk about other people's embarrassing things."

But unexpectedly, this sincere and kind answer failed to satisfy Gadi.

Kolusta pursed her lips, and said rather displeasedly: "I'm not someone else, I'm Gloria's—— er, that... At least I can be considered a best friend!"

The system thought to himself that you are quite self-conscious, why don't you say that Starangui is his best friend.

"Well, even if it's a best friend," the slander turned to the slander, and it still had to be passable on the surface. It skillfully put the complaints of the temporary carrier in the left ear and out the right ear, and it was very dedicated and perfunctory. "Wende has received strict etiquette training So, no matter how funny you read the poem just now, he won’t laugh; no matter how much he wants to share it with Gloria, he won’t do it—well, unless he can’t help it.”

Noticing that Kolusta's eyes became more and more fierce, the system immediately stopped analyzing, and added guiltily: "Even if I want to describe it, I can't memorize your poems, can I?"

"I'm already in such a miserable situation, you're still thinking about me!" Kolusta's face was grim for a moment, and he smashed the medicine pestle in his hand to the grass flower in the grinding bowl, and said bitterly.

"It's a temporary carrier to praise you, respect." The system corrected calmly.

The author has something to say: Please tell me loudly, did I embarrass you! ! !

If it’s embarrassing, then may I ask whether your toes dig out the Mogao Grottoes or the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang!

In the comment area, grab a big red envelope who picks out the best building, anyway, I am about to faint from my own embarrassment.