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During the three days of rushing to write, Xiaoba was completely confused: whenever she got stuck and wanted to eat something to decompress, the editor Hejian who was guarding outside would be able to provide her with the food she needed when she opened the door. Its precision is comparable to the roundworm in her stomach.

Xiao Ba, who was eating crispy tofu with chopsticks, was in a daze.

Most of the crispy tofu is seasoned with tomato sauce, but Xiaoba is used to eating traditional seasonings such as soy sauce, sugar and other seasonings for complex seasoning and thickening, which is her favorite taste. Even if you go to the Huahua restaurant, you may not be able to find a restaurant that uses this method to make crispy tofu in a hundred miles.

He (Baijian) Lan (Editor) Jie (Jie) Suo does not know where to order the crispy tofu, which is a non-mainstream practice that does not necessarily exist in a hundred.

Her favorite taste bloomed on the tip of her tongue. Xiao Ba bit half a piece of crispy tofu, looked at the editor Hejian who was reading the manuscript she wrote today with bright eyes, and hesitated to speak.

... Forget it, the sky is big, and the dead line is the biggest. After she finishes the draft and gets through this dead line safely, then ask about the marshmallow essence.

After making this decision, Xiao Ba put this matter behind his mind, and let his mind go to enjoy the food happily.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and finally got enough manuscripts before the final deadline. Editor Hejian took the printed manuscripts and the USB flash drive as treasures—this was a two-handed preparation just in case , although the chance of U disk data crashing is less than [-]/[-], but it should be just in case!

The editor-in-chief of the editorial department of Yuanchuan Bookstore who rushed over solemnly took over the results from editor Hejian: "I understand, Mr. Hejian, thank you for your efforts in the past three days, and I will send them to the next step." !"

If Xiaoba is still awake, he will definitely complain that this is like handing over some national treasure. It is obviously just a manuscript, why does the editor-in-chief of labor come and pick it up himself! ?

It's a pity that the last bit of brain cells and physical strength were almost squeezed out during the three-day hellish drafting time. The extreme drafting wrote [-] words in three days to ensure the number of words that a normal light novel should have. Teacher Zhen Ji has already covered it. With a small quilt, he slept soundly on the sofa beside his body.

After handing over the manuscript to the editor-in-chief, editor Hejian hesitated for a while, but woke up Teacher Zhenji, and let the latter get up from the sofa half asleep and go to the bedroom to go to sleep, and then gently turned on the The suite lights are turned off, the remote control curtains are lowered, and the door is closed.

The door lock falls automatically.

Well, I finally got the manuscript before the deadline. Originally, the editorial department expected that Teacher Zhenji would need to spend at least half a month to write the book, so I directly booked a suite for half a month-because of the special status of Teacher Zhenji before, the editor In fact, the Ministry has already made an emergency plan for the world line that failed to catch up with the dead line in time, but I didn’t expect it to be useless in the end—I didn’t expect Teacher Zhenji’s hand speed to be amazing, and the update was done in three days...

You can wait until the teacher doesn’t want to live in the suite before returning, and let Teacher Zhenji live here to relax for the rest of the time!

Although, for Teacher Zhenji, I don't know if this room that made her fall into the manuscript hell is some kind of evil...

Xiao Ba didn't know what Hejian Editor and Yuanchuan Bookstore's editorial department were thinking at all, and fell asleep until he was woken up by the alarm clock. I will remember to take my mobile phone with me when I transfer to the rest place...

The girl with long hair slightly curled like seaweed opened a pair of brown and green eyes of different colors, looking at the time displayed on the phone, showing a dazed look.

The alarm clock clearly shows the reason for the alarm: going to school.

I remember I have three days off?Where has all the time gone... Xiao Ba fell into silent thinking.

Later, she noticed the strange environment around her, and felt the aura she stayed in this space before raising her vigilance—this meant that she had lived in this place for at least two days.

Rubbing his messy long hair, Xiao Ba got up from the bed, opened the curtains, looked at the distant view of the high-rise outside, and recognized that this is Zhenme Town—this room is also a high-rise sea view room, and he can clearly see the sea in the bay. The sea waves are rippling, and even the shadow of Weizhong Academy can be vaguely seen.

As an artificial island connected to the land by only two bridges, Weizhong Academy is a landmark in a sense.

It's weird, why am I in this room that is obviously decorated in a hotel... After looking at the distant view for a while, Xiao Ba, who woke up a lot from drowsiness but has not yet fully awakened, rubbed his temples and pushed open the door.

Then she saw the notebooks and various handwritten or machine-typed drawings and messy notes spread out in the living room of the suite.

——Because I didn’t know the meaning of these notes to Teacher Zhen Ji, editor He Jian didn’t dare to touch a piece of paper when he left, and even specifically told the hotel’s cleaning staff not to go in and clean when the people inside called for service.

Xiaoba: "..."

Ah, just remembered.

What a rush to finish the draft, and the memory was deleted from my brain for three days!

No, the point is that she just finished the manuscript and fell asleep, and her vacation is over and she has to go to school! ! !

Teacher Zhen Ji, who finally connected all the causes and effects, almost burst into tears.

Almost hugging "I haven't done anything yet, my vacation is gone, Yuanchuan Bookstore editorial department, I'm not finished with you, but they are also for reminders, after all, I was the one who failed to deliver the manuscript in time, but I didn't mean it Cuckoo, is it my fault that the bloodline awakens, the memory is confused and the forgetting is my fault? I don’t care what can be done about my amnesia”, “throwing the pot”—thinking about it, it seems that the pot is my own—thinking about it again, it seems that it’s not my fault—thinking about it again, it seems it’s still my fault—and thinking about it again After thinking about it for a while, it’s not my fault at all——and thinking about it again, why do you still think it’s my fault?” In the infinite doll cycle, Xiao Ba silently finished the breakfast provided by the hotel to the guests for free. Seeing that she couldn't open the schoolbag in her hand after leaving the campus, she boarded the taxi called by the thoughtful lobby manager to take her to the tram stop.

Editor He Jian thought that if Teacher Zhen Ji overslept and was late for school, he might be unhappy, so he arranged the hotel's morning call service (although it was useless) and a car reservation before leaving.

Although the service is very considerate, but my vacation is just gone... Sitting on the bus to the tram stop, Xiaoba is wearing a seat belt, leaning on the flat part of the door with one hand and propping his arm on his chin, his eyes wandering. Looking out the car window at the street scene that is now stopped.

——At a red light ahead, the vehicle stopped.

Although most people's abilities cannot even improve their own lives, this is indeed a society with superpowers, and various scenes that can reflect superpowers can be seen everywhere on the street.

The owner of the florist was smoking a cigarette while reading the newspaper, and the water pipes around him spontaneously twisted to spray the flowers with water mist. The ability of the florist owner was to control rubber-like substances, but the range was limited to a few meters around, and beyond that, it was uncontrollable.

According to the moving range of the flower watering pipe and the stability of the sprayed water mist, Xiao Ba guessed that the range might only be three meters away from the flower shop owner, and the control power would decrease exponentially with the distance from him.

She saw with her own eyes that when the rubber tube moved to a distance of two to three meters from the florist, the raised part swayed, and a circle of water mist sprayed in a circle, and the florist's newspaper was not spared. Disaster……

The society with superpowers naturally has various laws and regulations aimed at avoiding the chaos caused by superpowers, such as not being able to use powers in public places, violators are fined or even imprisoned, but the flower shop owner took advantage of the loophole: he sits At the entrance of the store, this place can be said to be a place where the ability cannot be used in public places from the perspective of the storefront, but from the perspective of the owner of the store, it is a place where the dual definition of the ability to use freely within the scope of the store can take effect at the same time.

Xiaoba saw the corners of the mouths of the members of Scepter4 passing by on patrol, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

The same chicken thief is also the clerk of the milk tea shop next door. It seems that the clerk whose ability is to control metal substances manipulates small metal objects to clean the shop: it is morning, and the milk tea shop has not yet opened. The shop assistants just took advantage of this time to clean the shop.

Ah, speaking of milk tea...

Xiaoba thought of the pint of Passion Fruit Probiotics that was very suitable for her taste, and the "rush package" that was almost stuck on her heart. After thinking about it, she called Editor Hejian. After the polite greeting, she immediately went straight to the point and asked her purpose: "Where did you buy the three meals, afternoon tea, snacks, desserts and drinks that you ate in the past three days? It suits my taste very well, and I want to buy some more. "

Editor Hejian who received the call from Teacher Zhen Ji didn't think much about it: "I don't know about it, those are my interns, the international exchange student from Italy, Mr. Bailan Jesso, is in charge... how about it?" , I will ask him, and I will tell the teacher you when I have the answer."

"Don't be so troublesome, Mr. Hejian still has a lot of things to do next, right? I'll just ask about this trivial matter... Well, if he wants, give me his contact information, and I'll ask him myself !" Xiaoba said very much for the sake of his editor in charge.

Next, I will be in charge of urging the draft, and the editor in charge of Mr. Shimazaki will get the draft, and then I will contact the printing factory and even include the pre-launch marketing activities of the second part. Thinking about it, he was moved to tears, hung up the phone and asked Bailan Jesso for advice, and then sent the other party's contact information to Xiao Ba.

But at this time, Xiaoba was checking his midterm grades, and his mobile phone was left in the classroom, so he didn't know yet.

She is now looking for her name from the last one in Weizhong Academy's grade ranking: she has not finished the review plan for two whole months, and she is really not confident about how she will do in the exam...

After all, as the main source of students in Academy City, Weizhong Academy has a lot of masters in theology, even if they feel good about themselves, they may not be able to get a good ranking in the exam.

This thing depends not only on how well you perform, but also how well your classmates perform.

Finally, I saw my name in the first position.

The pink-haired tablemate pushed his glasses silently. He knew the results of the deputy monitor from the very beginning. It was hard to express his feelings when he saw the deputy monitor looking for her own name from the last place: "How does the deputy monitor feel?" '

Xiaoba: "..."

The feeling of mental preparation is all in vain.

... Forget it, it is good to pass the exam.

Anyway, it's over, the mess caused by this spicy chicken's bloodline awakening and memory confusion is finally coming to an end...

"Hey, Master!...Ah, and the pretty girl I met on the road that day!"

When a strange but somewhat familiar male voice came, Xiao Ba was taken aback, and looked in the direction of the voice: "You are..."

The purple-haired boy looked around subconsciously, but didn't see the subject of his nightmare, so he quickly pointed to himself and introduced: "Niao Shu! I met you on the street last time! It's the person who showed you your guardian spirit!" He With clear eyes, he tried to show that he was not a liar, "I can really see the guardian spirit! Your guardian spirit is really a warrior from the Warring States Period, and there are strange patterns on his head. I really didn't lie... Eh? Why do you... Wait, what are you guys doing? I really didn’t do anything!!!”

This is the place where the mid-term results are released, surrounded by a lot of students, according to the fan density of the deputy monitor of Weizhong Academy... Saiki Kusuo resolutely transferred and ignored the support group that had been the deputy monitor of Class A for the third year of Weizhong Academy The psychic who claimed to be his apprentice almost swallowed the entire encirclement, but when everyone's attention was on Tosuke, he moved the deputy monitor to the empty classroom on the side, and then looked over: "Deputy monitor... …Are you OK? '

Xiao Ba didn't even notice that the environment around her had changed. When she heard someone calling herself, she was startled, raised her hand to wipe her cheek and saw the water on her finger, and then she seemed to come back to her senses: "It's okay... I……"

She wanted to say something, but her voice was blocked in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

There were only big drops of tears that rolled silently from the eye sockets, pouring down.

"Hey...it's strange, why are you crying all of a sudden..." Saiki Kusuo heard her heartfelt voice, and she wanted to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped away, the more she couldn't stop.

In the end, she herself seemed to know that it was useless. The girl with different pupils buried her face in her hands, crying silently and quietly.

Saiki Kusuo watched silently, thanks to an accident during that little vacation in the past, he copied the spiritual power of Toritsu, so during this time, he could also see the guardian spirit.

He saw the guardian spirit that Tosuka had said, the tall Sengoku warrior standing behind the deputy squad leader stretched out his hand towards the crying deputy squad leader, as if he wanted to touch her head, but his hand went through the top of her head.

Unlike those guardian spirits with bright emotions, this guardian spirit didn't have much expression on his face. He didn't seem to change much when he saw his hand go through. The top of her head—as if, comforting her through the void.

But the huge gap between the living and the dead makes all this unnecessary.