Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

During Wendy's lecture, the three of them went to the Deer Hunter and had a somewhat late lunch. While eating and chatting, Paimon asked about the Wind Flower and poems presented last year.

Wutong's movement when eating pizza stiffened, and the other two people keenly noticed it. Under the offensive of Star Eyes, he had no choice but to admit that it was a troublesome thing he did after being drunk.

The reason was that he made a bet with someone. If he lost the bet, he would have to write a poem dedicated to the wind god Barbatos for three consecutive years during the Wind Flower Festival in the future, and he would have to come out on top and become the best in Mondstadt. that.

Someone is Kaia, and the reason is also to create some interesting entertainment projects.

As for the poems to be dedicated, usually those who are interested can submit one, and each person is limited to one piece. Then, in the corner of the sculpture square, put the poem that you have written to dedicate to Lord Barbatos on the table, and then proceed. People from Mondstadt often pull out the one they think is the best and paste it on the board next to it.

In the end, after many layers of selection, the only song left on the board was handed over to the acting group leader or the star of this year's Fenghua Festival for reading.

Although she has five thousand years of cultural confidence and more than 20 years of music software VIP status, it is absolutely impossible to have nothing to write. It is just a poem, but it is voluntary and forced, just like interest and homework. When something becomes like a task that needs to be completed within a specified time, she will always have a rebellious spirit, commonly known as procrastination, and will not deliver until the deadline is reached.

So Dangkong asked her, are you ready for this year's flowers and poems? She shook her head decisively, swallowed the hot and chewy pizza, and replied: She had no idea at all.

After finishing the meal, when they arrived at the door of the Knights of the West Wind, Paimon burped: "Wendy should have arrived, let's go in and take a look!"

"Please stay! Huh? Miss Wutong, and the Honorary Knight, what happened?" The West Wind Knight on duty at the door saw that they were acquaintances, and after saluting the two of them, he asked.

Wutong smiled and shook his head: "Hello, Atuo, don't be nervous, nothing happened. Is Kaiya here? We have something to do with him."

"If you want to talk to Captain Kaia, he is on duty in Captain Qin's office."

"Captain Qin's office?" Kong was confused.

"The Wind Flower Festival celebration has always been hosted by our Knights of the West Wind. During the celebration, Captain Qin will personally go out on patrol. The backlog of paperwork will be handed over to Captain Kaia."

"That's it, Acting Acting Captain Kaia!" After listening to A'tuo's explanation, Paimon made a fist with one hand and a palm with the other, and then he suddenly realized.

After entering the Knights, knocking on Qin's office, Kaia was sitting at the long table by the window.

Wendy got up from the guest sofa at the back and waved to them: "Sora, Wutong, Paimon, you are here."

Kaia also looked up from the document: "I just thought of you, and you came here. What a coincidence."

Paimon flew to the table, looked at the pile of Lao Gao's paperwork, and asked tentatively: "Kaia, have you finished your homework?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, but I haven't started writing yet."

Wendy: "Students who don't turn in their homework are not good students."

"Are there a lot of things?" Wutong asked, clasping his hands.

Kaia nodded: "Mondstadt is very lively during the celebration, and there are a lot of terrible chores that come with it. I have been busy for a long time. Why don't you help me?"

Wutong remained silent for a moment. After a moment, he sighed. He walked closer and took away the pile of things on the table. He pulled out his chair, picked up a pen and started reading one by one.

Seeing the kind person helping, Kaiya smiled, turned to Sora in front of him and continued: "There is one more thing. A drinking friend asked me to do something, but I really can't get away... I want you to do it for me. I'll take a trip."

"What's your name?" Sora asked without any hesitation.

"His name is Ning Lu, and he usually hangs around the tavern. At this time, I guess he should be idle." Kaiya shrugged, and then took out a brand new piece of white paper from his hand: "As you can see, even if Wutong is kind and helpful, I'll take care of part of it, but I have to stay and do my homework, so I'll have to worry about Ning Lu."

Looking at Wendy who stood up and came to him, indicating that she was accompanying him, she tapped her arm with her empty fingers: "Okay, it can be considered as a part of the celebration. Wutong, I will leave Paimon to you first."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Wutong stopped writing, and together with Paimon who was helping to organize, they waved to the people who were preparing to go out.

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"Um...do you want to give something to Wutong?"

When Ning Lu was making small handmade gifts for his wife using small lamp grass and wooden boards, Wendy suddenly asked.

Sora didn't shy away and answered frankly: "I want to give her flowers."

"At the Wind Flower Festival?"

"At the Wind Flower Festival."

Ning Lu, who didn't pay attention to what the two people were talking about here, wiped the sweat on his face. When he turned around to get something, he saw that the two people who had just helped hadn't left yet. He pinched the tip of his nose in embarrassment but expectantly: "Oh, It would be great if she likes the gifts I make."

Wendy's eyes turned into two crescent moons when she smiled, and her good-humoured comfort was unknown to anyone among them, but it seemed like it was both: "No one doesn't like gifts that contain affection, don't worry."

In the Knights' office.

Wutong took the "love poem" written by Kaia, and Paimon came up to appreciate it. As a result, both of them were speechless and choked after reading it.

Wutong put down the piece of paper with only one sentence written on it: "Is this the poetry you have finished brewing?"

"Hmm, how about it?" Kaia turned the pen in his hand and smiled proudly. It was as if he had really composed a masterpiece of poetry that was so shocking that ghosts and gods were weeping.

"My assessment is..."

Before Wu Tong could finish his words, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Kong opened the door and said as usual: "We are back."

"The teacher is coming to collect homework!" Wendy walked to Kaiya and stretched out her hand.

Kaia handed over the folded paper: "Welcome back, I'm almost here. Here, just don't laugh at me."

Wendy unfolded the paper in her hand, and several expressions flashed across her face in an instant. She even wondered if she had held it upside down, so she turned it over and looked at the back of the paper: "Hmm...huh? Hmm. "

I always feel like this deafening silence seems familiar.

Wutong held her cheek and tapped the table lightly.

Wendy: "Kaia, can I read this poem?"

The teacher is going to read your "excellent" essay in front of the whole class, Kaia.

"please."

After getting the author's consent, Wendy cleared her throat: "mi muhe ye means I love you in the language of the Qiuqiu people."

"Huh? Huh??" Sora's expression was blank for a moment. With just one sentence, it seemed that his proud brain was loaded and exploded.

Wendy refolded the paper, placed it on the table, and nodded: "I've finished reading."

"No?" Sora still didn't believe it. It was like waiting for the finale at a fine restaurant, only to be served a plate of slime salad with mint.

Kaiya said seriously, stroking his chin, and said seriously: "The main idea is clear and the expression is in place. I think this length is enough."

Paimeng, who had been silenced for a long time, thought for a long time and still shouted out in complete incomprehension: "Uh-huh! This is completely Qiuqiu language teaching!"

"It's great. I learned a lot. I feel like my poems have been inspired." Wutong was expressionless, reading in a completely emotionless vernacular.

Kaiya shrugged: "Hahaha, don't you think it's a love poem in my style?"

Wendy shook her head and spread her hands: "It's more like a perfunctory love poem."