Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

The next day.

Steambird Press.

At the workstation of popular reporter Miss Charlotte.

"...Well, uh-huh," Charlotte raised the photo in her hand after listening to the visitor's request, "You mean you want to pay Maura and cancel the photo, is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

Opposite the desk piled with documents, Nanke sat upright, feeling more sad than heartbroken.

The photo in Charlotte’s hand——

The background is a crowded auditorium, and a stage spotlight perfectly divides two-thirds of the golden diagonal, exposing the two protagonists.

At the top was a purple-haired boy. He raised his upper body and crossed the armrest, lowered his head and pinched the chin of the girl sitting next to him. His red eyes illuminated by the incandescent lamp smiled evilly.

The suppressed girl had short, shoulder-length hair. She was in a panic and wanted to escape, but unfortunately she couldn't.

The moment of deep French kiss.

As shown in the picture, both were frozen by the photo machine.

Nanke was just.

Evil arises from the edge of courage, anger arises from the heart, and I want to be a 1 for a short time.

While no one can see, shut up the skirmisher's mouth.

Unexpectedly, the light used to select the lucky audience suddenly hit their seats.

Then, unfortunately, he was captured by Miss Charlotte, a famous reporter who was present.

Ashamed.

"To be precise, we want to buy this photo." The skirmisher said, sitting on another chair next to Nanke.

Charlotte huffed, looking embarrassed.

According to the Fontaine Civil Code, this photo is harmful to public order and morals and should be published in the newspapers and publicly executed.

But as a reporter, the light and shadow composition of this photo is truly perfect.

Charlotte oscillates between professional ethics and a modicum of compassion.

"I don't want to either, but it's not something I can decide. The scene was so sensational that it alarmed the Shadow Chasing Court, and you ran away at the speed of light..."

Charlotte turned the photo upside down on the table, picked up a quill out of habit, and turned it around between her fingers.

"The negatives have been registered at the police station, and the theater owner and editor-in-chief have confirmed that the newspaper will be published. To be honest, we are planning to issue a missing person notice and find you to pay for the image rights..."

"Image rights?" Skirmisher asked.

"Haha, protect the rights and interests of the parties and play a publicity role..."

I understand, the organizers want to use them as a gimmick to earn traffic on the side.

Nanke tried to regain his respect: "We are just ordinary travelers passing by, and we don't want to become famous in this way..."

The skirmisher glanced sideways at the base of her red ears, raised her lips, pressed them down, then lifted them up again, and simply put one hand on her face by the table to cover the corner of her mouth.

"In this case," the skirmisher cleared his throat and said to Charlotte, "We don't want the portrait rights fee. Let me develop a high-definition photo first..."

After some negotiation, Charlotte nodded and called the editor and theater owner in front of them.

As the end of the year approaches, evergreen trees are decorated outside the windows of the newspaper office.

The green tower-shaped trees were decorated with ribbons and bells in circles. Nanke stared at the tree with eyes wide open, wishing he could turn into a gingerbread and hang it on it without having to think anymore.

Steambird Newspaper is a well-known publishing organization in Teyvat.

God knows if this report gets back to Xumi, Liyue, Daoji...

"Don't look so hopeless," the skirmisher raised his hand to hook Nanke's hair, "Since Maura can't solve the problem, you don't allow me to sneak into the police station and destroy the films..."

As if the righteous reporter lady across the table did not exist, he spoke lightly and unreasonably.

"...Isn't it just about maximizing profits?"

Nanke turned her head and wanted to pull out the hair that was being played with, but the skirmisher tightened her strength. She had no choice but to frown and lean towards his finger: "The benefits should be big enough."

The skirmisher chuckled softly, and scratched her face with his fingers, which could not get rid of the heat.

Charlotte put up a newspaper to cover her face, secretly touching the photo camera in the drawer.

If this handsome man and beautiful woman talk to each other again.

She must be quick-sighted.

Not long after, before Charlotte had a chance to click.

A man and a woman walked in from outside the office.

Among them was a woman with light apricot hair and a water-colored rococo skirt. She exchanged glances with Charlotte when she entered the door. She must be the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

The other old gentleman in a suit and leather shoes, leaning on a black cane, must be the theater owner.

He must have ventilated his breath before entering the door. The boss straightened his back and said to the stragglers: "We deeply regret what happened to you two, but the matter has come to this, and the police station is here..."

"There is no need to shirk responsibility. I know you also want to profit from it," Skirmisher interrupted the boss, "First, face, second, we want the opportunity to meet the Water God. For you, it is very simple, right? ?”

The young man was arrogant, his eyes were straight, and he was sure that they had a way out.

"Little Charlotte." The editor smiled politely and extended his hand to Charlotte.

Charlotte took out a small dark blue book framed with gold from the drawer and handed it into the editor's hand.

The editor-in-chief then handed the invitation letter to the soldiers: "This social dance called the Water Tasting Party will be attended by Lady Funina and Lady Navelle. The newspaper office was lucky enough to receive the invitation, so it was transferred to the two of them as a reward. What do you think?"

"Considering that both of them are new to Fontaine, the theater will fully support their outfits for the dance," the theater owner added.

The stragglers were picky for a moment, then Yu nodded condescendingly and accepted the invitation: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."

Leave Steambird News Agency.

The gray clouds in the sky were very low, and seabirds flew over the tall city walls of Fontainebleau. It was a weather that was about to stop raining.

Just as gloomy as Nanke's mood.

It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced this kind of feeling of betraying my appearance.

"I just said, that reporter must have connections." The soldier walked beside her, holding the invitation letter and the newly developed photos between his fingers, and said in a brisk tone, "The prom is in a week, when are you going to pick out a dress?"

Nanke turned away and deviated from the route forty-five degrees, not wanting to be side by side with him.

"We're done talking." The skirmisher came up.

Nanke quickened his pace.

"If you don't want to show up, you can tell me earlier."

"Why are you sulking?"

"Hey."

"Wrong way."

"stop."

Nanke walked around him, and suddenly an arm blocked her chest. Nanke took a step back and looked up, and saw a wall in front of her.

She hit a dead end herself.

Nanke turned around to go out, but was blocked by a skirmisher again.

"Are you angry?" The soldier raised his eyebrows slightly and came closer to look at her face.

"No." Nanke's tone was flat, and he raised his gaze only to stare at the crack in the wall behind him.

It's none of his business that she knows the law and breaks it, shooting herself in the foot.

All have been registered by the police station.

What else.

Thinking of this, Nanke's mood became even darker.

"My fault." Unexpectedly, the person in front of him lowered his voice and deliberately coaxed, "I'm sorry."

Nanke lowered his eyes.

The man who had long since given up the burden of his personality apologized heartily, raised his eyes, and stared at her without blinking.

Even though Nanke had long been accustomed to the beauty of the skirmishers, he had to admit that he was instantly struck by this face.

Nanke looked away: "...it's not your fault."

"My attitude was wrong." Xian Soldier said seriously and kissed her chin, "You kissed me then because I couldn't help it. If it hadn't been for that light, I might have broken my promise and stayed where I was... …”

beep—

"Don't say it here..." Nanke's eyebrows were twisted and he pushed his shoulders in embarrassment.

The clouds were gloomy and darker, and a tiny bit of white floated down from the narrow sky above. Taking this as a prelude, stars and ice crystals hung on the long eyelashes that were not far away but close, curling like crow feathers.

The cold purple eyes were reflected in the first snow, and pieces of them melted in the moist heat escaping from Nanke's lips.

Someone's tone was beguiling: "So, I have sinned so unforgivably, don't you want to punish me?"

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