[Comprehensive] IF masters have retired

When Lixiang received a text message from her pen pal, she happened to be packing her luggage.

[Girl with bow tie: So say it!Why didn't I say my confession? 】

There are a lot of words that can only be said by strangers who don't know each other. While packing up his personal belongings, Lixiang weighs his mobile phone and thinks about how to reply to the other party.

She didn't actually have anything to bring with her, which was the main reason why she hadn't packed her suitcase after dawdling for a long time.

Judging from the words of the little girl with a bow tie, Lixiang tapped her phone and replied: [Want to try double ponytails: don't make excuses for the other party, you just fell in love with a KY who can't read air. 】

She lowered her head to the crackling operation of her mobile phone. Since the world represented by Chaldea and the name gradually deviated from the world of Fujimaru Tatsuka, she has completely adapted to the new life.

Not to mention the mobile phone, she gradually picked up the skills that an Internet addicted girl should have.

The girl with a bow tie is a netizen she met when the book was published.

The other party seemed to be a high school student who was two years younger than me, a girl I met when I was recruiting a part-time manga assistant last year.

There will always be times when the little girl does not have enough pocket money, and the other party is doing some related part-time jobs on the Internet. The bow-tie girl moves quickly and is easy to talk. In daily interactions, it is obvious that she is a cute girl.

After coming and going, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

The big touch who can draw can be regarded as a category of Internet addicted girls. Lixiang's most personal belongings are the equipment for drawing manga. She put these things on the top of the suitcase, and then closed the lid.

Her hobby is drawing comics, not limited to themes and genres. She was already well-known in the fan circle when she was in junior high school.

It's just that because of something happened in the second year of high school, there was no output at all for two full years, and Lixiang almost completely cut off contact with the fandom.

Unexpectedly, the friendship with the girl with a bow tie has survived.

When Lixiang picked up the suitcase and put it in the corridor downstairs, there was finally the sound of the door lock rattling.

Fujimaru's father didn't expect to see his daughter downstairs, he was obviously taken aback, the lines imprinted by time on his handsome face became more and more obvious with the change of expression, he pulled his tie uncomfortably.

"Lixiang... have you eaten yet?"

Li Xiang didn't expect that she would run into this busy man flying around the world downstairs.

She nodded, trying to keep the conversation between father and daughter from being so blunt: "Well, I've eaten. There is still food in the pot, do you want to eat?"

Fujimaru's father could only nod, "Thank you! I will eat."

There is nothing to say.

Li Xiang was not surprised by this, and pretended not to see the obvious embarrassment on his father's face, turned around and walked upstairs.

"Then I'll go upstairs to rest first, and I have to move tomorrow."

"Okay...you go to bed early."

"Good night."

"Good night."

This is a pair of father and daughter who grew up together.

Where is this a pair of father and daughter who depend on each other for life.

Due to various reasons, Fujimaru Tachika stayed two grades. She was supposed to be a junior this year, and this year she can be a freshman. It has not been long since the start of school. She is not used to living in a dormitory, and considering that her home and school are too far away, so She rented a bachelor apartment near the school.

Fujimaru's father leaves early every day and returns late every day. Sometimes he will go on a business trip for ten days and half a month. He has no time and energy to take care of his children.

In addition, Lixiang has money and is an adult, so she doesn't need to ask adults for instructions on what she wants to do—she didn't ask adults for instructions on anything when she was a minor.

The matter of moving out is so finalized, it's a deal.

Fujimaru's father came to the kitchen, and he looked down at the food warming in the pot. His daughter has been fending for herself since she was a child, so her housekeeping ability is full.

He was really busy on weekdays, so busy that he had no time to feel guilty.

But this does not mean that the sense of guilt has disappeared. The sense of guilt has always followed the father like a shadow.

At this moment, with the extraordinarily delicious dinner, the already unconscious stomach warmed up, and this sense of guilt finally showed his sense of existence.

The method he uses to appease his guilt is actually quite simple.

[Dear user XXXX, your bank card ending in XXX has received 1000000 yen, and your balance...]

boring.

Li Xiang threw her phone back on her bed. At the age of twenty, she already had the confidence to say: Money is nothing but a number to me. She doesn't want to read such boring news, which will make her more concerned about it. My own social connections feel ridiculous.

The father who used money to offset his sense of guilt, the mother who had successfully married abroad with both children (not including her), the classmates and friends who could no longer be named, and... Chaldea who could no longer enter.

20 years of life have made Lixiang experience enough ups and downs.

She fished the phone back and turned on the screen.

[Want to try the double ponytail: You don't have to worry too much, since you have so many opportunities to get along, how about getting in touch with each other more? 】

Maybe you will suddenly find out: I am really blinded by eyeballs, how come I fell in love with someone like the other party.

Li Xiang didn't need to rely on anyone, she didn't bring anything, even her father didn't wake her up, she went downstairs after washing, her toothbrush and towel were still left in the toilet, she came to the door and picked up the suitcase on the corridor .

The taxi outside the door was already waiting for her.

Everything was so smooth and perfect.

Lixiang closed the door of Fujimaru's house.

Fujimaru's father didn't look at the back of his daughter through the curtain as he did in the TV series.

After all, he is the father of the child, and he knows how sensitive his daughter is to such sight.

Of course he wasn't woken up by Lixiang, he just didn't sleep at all.

The man stood at the door of the child's room all night.

He turned out to be the father of such a wonderful child.

It was early enough and there was no traffic jam. Lixiang arrived at the apartment she rented smoothly, and her movements were neat enough.

Clean up after three times, five times and two times, and arrange the light luggage.

Li Xiang didn't have classes until the afternoon today, so naturally he didn't need to be in a hurry in the morning.Li Xiang, who was about to go out to buy some daily necessities, opened the door of her house. From her perspective, she could see the lively flow of people on the road outside the corridor.

Oh, and it's peak time for students to go to school.

It's not uncommon to run into a neighbor in school uniform.

Lixiang nodded to the other party, not indifferent but definitely not eager to say: "Good morning, I am Fujimaru who has just moved here."

The other party was tall, and Li Xiang had to raise her head, which made her feel unhappy and irritable.

Nozaki Umetaro didn't realize the dissatisfaction hidden in Fujimaru Tateka's calm tone, he said naturally: "Hello, I'm Nozaki Umetaro."

There were tapes on the other party's wrists and neck, and as he nodded in greeting, the tapes on his shoulders were also exposed.

Lixiang did not rush the draft, but this did not prevent her from making guesses about the high school student's part-time job.

Her dissatisfaction with this boy subsided a lot.

"Be careful all the way." She said one more warning.

Nozaki Umetaro's focus has never been the same as others. As a creator, he often has many strange associations in his head.

Along the way, he was thinking about the new neighbors he just met.

It's not that he has any thoughts about this new neighbor, or that he is particularly beautiful.

He already had five versions of the story in his head, all about why a young girl moved here.

Simply put, it's a big brain.

He thought: I hope the neighbor is an interesting person, so that I can have another source of inspiration for my manuscript.

Miko Shiba Mikoto, who was on her way to school, subconsciously sneezed.

Elysh woke up from a deep sleep.

The barren magic and divine power in the air made him feel weak.

He couldn't tell where he was now.

And why can't I feel everything around me.

Is he in Ishtar's body?

Or is this the underworld?

There is a familiar and friendly magic power floating over from a distant place, because the distance is so far, the magic power becomes extremely thin when it is around me, and there is only a thread left.

Eresh frowned trying to think back: Who is this...?

Oh yes, this is his Master.

He is going to find each other.

It was the only thing he was familiar with in the darkness.

Li Xiang studied in the Department of Oil Painting, so every time she went out she had to carry a big bag of things, plus she was used to pursing her lips when she was expressionless, making her look particularly unfavorable when walking on the road.

Most art students are a group of independent children. When students from other schools are still rejoicing that they have finally got rid of the rule of school uniforms and can finally show off their private servers, art students, especially those from the Academy of Fine Arts, are often able to Gather seven fairies with different hair colors in the Colorful Magic Fairy Castle in one class.

Oh, yes, and fairy men.

Men's team, women's team, and neither men's nor women's team (referring to transgender people), in the colorful and even colored heads, Li Xiang will disappear from everyone.

However, her works are not unrecognizable to everyone. This child was known as a good seed during the art exam. The directors of each department used a lot of tricks to trick this good seed into their own department.

Although Lixiang chose the oil painting department in the end, it's not like the teachers in other departments didn't teach her.

As soon as she arrived at school, a teacher saw Lixiang.

"Lixiang!" A teacher with wilder hair than the students and still [-] years old waved at Lixiang from a distance. His hair swaying in the wind made it difficult to tell whether the silver color was a natural result or an individual Hobby.

Given his hair volume, most people would come to the latter conclusion.

"Great! I met you here!" This teacher is from the Department of Oil Painting Restoration. In his words, oil painting and the Department of Oil Painting Restoration have similar names, and the things they learn almost overlap. Then your department is our department, and I As a department chair, what's wrong with asking students in my own department to do something?

"Come, come," he grabbed Lixiang's sleeve, "Come and do the teacher a favor, do you have time this weekend?"

The corners of Lixiang's originally slanted mouth straightened helplessly, and the originally not very thick lips were even pursed into a line, "Teacher, you want me to work for nothing again?"

"It's not for nothing! It's not for nothing!" The teacher didn't feel guilty at all, he took out a large stack of tickets from his pocket, "Come, come, teacher invites you to see the art exhibition."

Li Xiang rolled his eyes at the teacher, without any intention of respecting the teacher, "Teacher, you are the third person who gave me a ticket."

"Tell me, what can I do for you today?"

The author has something to say:

I saw a little cutie who said he saw my manuscript

You must have read it wrong. If I had that thing, I would be able to jump back and forth on the verge of breaking the update every day and update it at night?

cover your face....

The author still owes a lot of debt, just wait for the weekend to have time to write more!

OK, wave goodbye to the doctor!

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