The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

Connor can't stop a pure person from realizing her ideal, even if her dream is a beautiful and round son in the world.Because human beings cannot live without dreams!He watched Mary appear in front of the two girls with a blank expression, and watched her provocative words add fuel to the flames in front of the group of pig brothers. Those idiots didn't react at all when they were scolded, but saw another busty girl , they were obviously more excited, and they didn't see at all that this was a Naozi hunter in human skin when their sperm was on their brains.Connor had no intention of going forward to help, and he was not worried about Mary at all, because the one who was stronger than her on the outer island was still staying in the white villa.

"Do you long for power?" "No, I long for Nako." Connor imagined the scene of Mary's promotion to Transcendence, and couldn't help shaking his head.In such a short moment, the few men who struck up a conversation lay down, and it seemed that there was nothing serious.He looked enviously at Mary pretending to be a righteous and self-defense "ordinary girl", she greeted the two frightened beauties.woman?Often a few words can make you better, just like your girlfriends for many years, you can also turn your face in an instant.So he wasn't surprised to see Mary holding the hands of the two beauties with a small expression on her face. He just waved his hands when the three of them looked at them. They were probably regarded as Mary's boyfriend or cannon fodder.

It's really enviable, it's so easy to be promoted to Transcendence, if I can be so simple... Well, get a spider mask, if you pay attention to your own safety and attack your chest, maybe you won't be on the social version?no!You can't fall into Naoko's abyss for strength!Years of socialist education and integrity as the protagonist have maintained Connor's consistent sense of justice.

According to Sister Mary's words, there is no similarity at all in the road to promotion to the extraordinary, only one word is the same, sincerity, sincerity to one's own path, sincerity to one's own choice, and sincerity to one's own heart.So, it’s enough to be a happy salted fish?Could it be that just by eating, drinking and playing games, one can become superhuman?

As soon as Connor's happy delusion came to mind, he was suppressed by himself.He imagined that the salted fish Connor Duang evolved into an extraordinary salted fish, even a super big salted fish, an empire salted fish, a super galaxy big salted fish, and he smiled and disappeared in a flash.

He was running fast, as if to make up for the laziness of the past few days. I don't know when he became so clumsy that he refused to ask for help, and even regarded his favorite animation and painting as a burden.Recalling the past, I don’t know when he started to like animation. I don’t know when he started to like to draw his favorite characters in textbooks. , Even if it becomes another person, this feeling has not diminished by half.

Connor, come on!
He returned to his studio, picked up the paintbrush, and concentrated on it, just like a monk who started to build a foundation. He thought of the word "sincerity" and imagined the story of "Magic Cat and Magical Rat". As far as possible, the imaginary picture is simple and clear, and the movements of the magic cat Schrödinger are outlined bit by bit. It seems that this lazy magic cat is jumping up and down restlessly in front of his eyes. Where is the hateful monster mouse?Is it cunning or clever?Is it ugly or cute?He recalled the cat and mouse that brought him infinite joy in his memory, unconsciously holding his chin, immersed in the imaginary world.

When Cassie pushed open the door of the studio, she was surprised to find that the completed drawing boards had piled up into a hill, and her exclamation also called Connor back from her fantasy world. Unknowingly, it was almost dusk, The summer sun has always been reluctant to set. This time he was immersed in the world of painting for too long, and time slipped away without feeling like this.

Even when he was eating or sleeping, Connor was thinking about the interesting world of cat and mouse, not just an imitation of "Tom and Jerry" in his memory, nor was he just dealing with the president's errands, he really Want to create an interesting world.

In this way, Connor's speed and painting skills have improved rapidly. In his own words, this seat has successfully established its foundation and started to move towards the extraordinary.For the past few days, he has been closing the door of the studio to see no one. He spends most of his time painting desperately in the studio. Occasionally, when he is alone, he closes all the windows and seals himself in a dark room. In this lonely world, you can imagine the details of the story without interference, and use your imagination to draw the story in the illusory. This behavior scared the secretary Cassie who cared about her. She thought that something happened to Connor's spirit The problem is that he kept trying to drag Connor to the hospital, but of course he refused. As long as this is a few more days, Connor himself can complete the whole story before the summer vacation.

It's a new morning.It was snowing heavily in the sky, and even standing upstairs, I could feel the cold weather. My head was dizzy, and I always felt that I had forgotten something.

snow?cold?What seems wrong?I shook my head, it seemed that I didn't sleep well last night, my mind was still not clear, I breathed heavily, and a white air suddenly appeared on the glass, yes, it was obviously very cold.I'm writing my name with my finger, Connor Riddle, who is this?New player for Real Madrid?Why is it so familiar.While thinking about the name, I picked up my things, strange, as if something was missing.There's nothing under the bed, desk, toilet, or dining room. Where did my sword go?

Sword, why is there a sword?Is it a cosplay prop?Strange, I have no impression at all, but I'm pretty sure I have two swords.Why two?Which dual-wielding character do I cosplay?It's incredible.I obviously don't have any memory, but I am very sure.

It's time to go, I'm going to be late.I looked at my watch and gave up the idea of ​​looking for two swords. The cosplay is not important, the main thing is not to be late.I'm late, what am I going to do?
Strange, what am I going to do?I wanted to look at the watch on the wall, but found that the wall turned into darkness. How can I see the time in such darkness? I should turn on the light.No, it's morning.But the morning is so dark, it is obviously night, right?I want to turn on the light, but I can't find it. I want to open the door, but I can't find it.

Yes, there is no door here at all.

"Crack!" Cassie pushed open the door.

"Ah..." Connor woke up, and being woken up by Cassie like this, he broke out in a cold sweat, but at this moment he didn't have the slightest intention to blame the girl.He was gasping for breath, greedily inhaling oxygen into his lungs, like a drowning person eager to breathe when being rescued.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you?" Cassie asked with some concern.

Connor turned on the light with trembling hands and feet, and the light of the light pierced through the darkness and his confused consciousness. He felt a trace of fear, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.It was like escaping from some terrible place.But there is not even a trace of memory, only the feeling of fear that is cold to the bone marrow remains in my heart.

His hand was held by Cassie with concern, and the girl's soft temperature came from the palm. He only felt his heart beat faster, and he didn't know whether it was the fear of the dream or the girl's hand, or both.

Cassie quickly pulled up the curtains, and the summer sunlight filled the room at once, bringing back the warmth and light.Connor looked at the scorching sun obsessively, regardless of the glare of the sun.

"Your Highness Connor, are you having a nightmare?" Cassie said calmly.

"No, it's nothing, it seems like I had a nightmare."

"I said earlier that your weird way of life will have a bad influence on the spirit."

"...I don't think there's anything wrong." Connor argued.

"You really think so?"

Connor closed his mouth, even the nightmare of entering the horror mansion wasn't so scary. By the way, that's where he was tricked. It couldn't be that dream master lingering around.

"In short, open the window, Your Highness, you need to rest."

"Ok."

"And I want to enter your dream to check."

"No, it's really not necessary." Connor's voice was gentle but firm.Cassie just insisted on his professional side for a while and finally let it go.But Connor understood that there was always a voice in his heart telling him, "Don't say it."

"This is our secret."

"Don't involve her."

He sighed secretly.

Connor, who was strictly prohibited from working by Cassie, started his aimless salty fish career again. The things that Connor was frightened by in his dreams were also spread by unknown person, it might be Cassie or it might not be, but he didn’t feel ashamed , but what is surprising is that there have been strange messages in the past few days, saying that the female ghost that appeared in the company was wandering in the house, and His Royal Highness Connor was so frightened when he saw the female ghost.

"That female ghost is the girl who died tragically here! She was brutally killed by the Final Order! Her bones were thrown under the trees at the door!" Scar said with a frightened face that this might be his own brain. Supplement's strange story, judging from his convulsive facial expression, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Connor naturally knew that there were no female ghosts, but he didn't bother these employees to make the company's ghost stories. If they make up interesting stories, they can be made into a movie.And you can also find a necromancer to make a cameo appearance in the final boss or something.At the same time, Connor himself is also secretly reflecting on whether he has gone crazy in making animations like crazy during this period of time, and there is no need to do this step anyway.Could it be that he was still confused by this extraordinary road?If you don't enter the extraordinary, it will be difficult for mortals to compete with the new humans.Could it be that he was also bewitched by power?

"It's a bit abrupt to visit this time, I hope you won't be offended."

Why is there no mobile phone in this era? If you want to visit someone for something, you can only come to the door, and why are you talking about it?

"It's a rare visitor." Atona brought two glasses with a smile, and closed the door of her own room quietly. Connor saw Mr. Cartman peeking through the very imageless gap at that moment, blocked by the door He who was outside was still yelling outside the door: "Daughter, you can't close the door, all men except Dad are big bad wolves! I have to watch him, I have to watch him!"

"My father has always been like this, please don't take offense." Atona shrugged.

"If you're so familiar, don't take it for granted." Connor picked up the cup, "Is it Blue Dream?"

Atona nodded, "I saw that your complexion was not good, and I prepared it specially for you."

Connor wanted to complain that this is what you have been drinking for yourself. He didn’t refuse this time. Faye’s blue bottle is good. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. After drinking this glass of blue dream, Connor really felt his waist My back is no longer sore, and my most critical head feels much more comfortable.

"I'm here this time to tell you about the new shooting method, and it probably has some clues."