I woke up to find my Servant appeared in my room

"There's special providence in the fall of as sparrow. (The life and death of a sparrow will also obey the arrangement of fate)" the man in an exaggerated vintage black scribe robe opened his mouth and recited.

He neatly placed the thick books in his hand on the desk in the room, spun freely and gracefully to the center of the room like a figure skater dancing on an ice rink, and raised his arms to face Lie Lisheng. The rising sun, as if to embrace the sun: "And the story you wrote is destined to be incomplete. The thunderous applause has not yet sounded. The beauty is not dead yet, and the hero sings generously at the end."

"...Hey." A middle-aged man's voice sounded, with a bit of helplessness, "Although I was not lucky enough to witness the publication of this literary master's article, it seems that there are indeed a few things that can become classics. Reasonable."

The boy standing next to him snorted coldly: "Anyway, the Holy Grail War is useless, so I can only come out at this time to breathe."

The middle-aged man before—maybe a young man?He wears a strange bony white mask, and his whole body is hidden in a black cloak, only his right hand is red and not human-like in shape. "Please don't underestimate yourself. We all like to read the stories you write. What's more, in terms of practical use, we are all inconspicuous types in the war, right?"

"Shakespeare is an exception." Said the handsome blue-haired Heroic Spirit speaking in an uncle's voice, "That guy, no matter what the occasion, will attract the attention of the audience regardless of the occasion. And that man." He turned his head to After a quick glance, another companion who covered half of his face with a bandage was sitting on the sofa, seemingly in a daze, "love makes people crazy."

"Huh...huh~huh...oh my dear Christina..." As if echoing his evaluation, the man on the sofa suddenly started humming without warning, the melody was long and melodious, slow and low The voice at first sounds like it is reciting, "Nighttimesharpens, heightenseachsensation (the night is getting darker, inspire inspiration)..."

"Look. Act like no one else is there." Andersen shrugged.

Hassan Sabah sighed: "You guys... the Master is going to be angry again."

"Isn't that something that happens every day?"

"I suspect that I created a fake bond with you at the beginning." Lixiang said, "Da Vinci, our friendship is really coming to an end."

"Don't." Da Vinci smiled happily, "I heard that your school and several other universities in New York jointly held an art festival? I have paid a lot for our Chaldea to win glory in another world painstaking effort."

"You also know this kind of news?!" Li Xiang was taken aback, "I only received the call this morning!"

"Genius knows everything." Da Vinci said naturally.

A little earlier, Lixiang received two calls.

One is from Spider-Man.Although Peter Parker, who was in Da Lixiang's class, was active every day in New York and dedicated himself to trivial or earth-shattering crimes, he still actively paid attention to school news and social gossip.Lixiang's amusement park incident was published in the newspapers half a week ago, and Peter was the first person to know the truth of the incident besides the person involved.He purposely spent three days laughing at Lixiang with an expressive 'hahaha', and even followed up on Sakura and Tomoyo's Twitter - of course he didn't admit to the kids that he was Spider-Man.

The purpose of calling this time is also to share hot news about the city.The first art festival co-hosted by New York University has aroused attention from all walks of life. Today’s college students are talented people with different talents. It can be predicted that if the funds are sufficient, the organization is reasonable and the publicity is proper, it will be enough to become a luxurious art feast.

In fact, this is not a very new news.As early as half a month ago, I saw promotional posters and various banners in the university.On the one hand, Lixiang is troubled by herself and has no intention of doing anything else. On the other hand, she really doesn't have any literary talents, so she doesn't pay much attention to this kind of group activities.Peter told her that today is the last day for registration, and there will be an audition tomorrow.And three days later it was time for the official performance.

"So are you coming to participate?"

"Why should I participate." Li Xiang, who just woke up and saw four heroic spirits sitting in the room, felt a little unhappy, "Did I ever tell you that I was singing out of tune?"

"It doesn't have to be singing, you can also dance, play, draw, etc..."

"I can't dance anymore, I only know a little bit of Taekwondo. Does whistling count as a musical instrument? Drawing emmm I can draw a stick figure, super cute!"

So this day was chatted to death.

The second call was from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"—The evil god ran away again."

Li Xiang said subconsciously: "You gave the key to Thor again?"

"..."

"How can the criminals be supervised by relatives of the criminals!" She accused righteously, "Hurry up and think about it! In this novel, Loki knelt down immediately after he appeared on the stage, but the total time he was imprisoned for more than One chapter?! No! The ability of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be doubted by the public."

"Uh..." the special attack on the other side stammered, "There's a reason for this. We've been investigating undercover agents recently."

"Okay, come on."

The phone was hung up indifferently.

"My dear Master." Shakespeare said in a timely manner, "Now that the chores have been dealt with, can we go to sign up for the art festival?"

"..." Lixiang looked at him incredulously, "Boss! Boss, do you really want to participate in a university cultural festival?"

"Age is not the point." Shakespeare said seriously, "Talent is. Just like you, Master, saved the world at the age of 16, the great men in this world are like meteors, leaving a strong mark in the blink of an eye. If we can't What's the point of living in this day and age to watch them at their best and be a part of it?"

"Oh." Li Xiang nodded, "It seems to make sense."

"Really? So where is the registration place?"

"And yet I refuse."

"..."

"...Christina." Phantom, who was immersed in her own small world, suddenly took Lixiang's hand, bent down and kissed, "Are we destined not to be on stage again in this life? No singing, no applause , no love. To waste time till my ugly face grows old, till I am no longer worthy of you. My dear Christina..."

Li Xiang pulled out her innocent hand with a sullen face.

The phantom looked at her fiercely with her intact eyes, her expression was both joy and sorrow: "It's like a dream...Christina came back from the dead. Like love, Christina left me."

Shakespeare didn't know what he thought of, so he took out a pen and began to 'scribble' on the notebook he carried with him.

Andersen snorted again: "In other words, I would definitely write a tragic fairy tale about a mortal princess and a false knight who came out of the storybook, and they both died chasing their dreams."

"No, no, no." Shakespeare kept writing, retorting quickly, "This must be the sadness of reality, ugliness and beauty, freshness and decay, flowers and dust. Uh... no, it's too exaggerated to be bloody, but this The story of I love you but you don't love me and you love him is very good to imagine, love but can't ask for it, tragic."

"You understand again." Andersen said.

"Fairy tale writers on adult sets are not allowed to speak."

"..."

Cursed Wrist Hassan listened with gusto, praised "Well said!" and then commented "This idea is not bad", as if he couldn't wait to watch a large-scale drama show full of life and vitality: "Being an assassin is boring. He explained, "It is often necessary to lurk in one place for several days, and sometimes you have to squat even if the target is not there. In the straw pile, in the cabinet, on the roof... If you have a book or a script to read at this time If so, it would be much better.”

"Our time was far less colorful than the world after the Renaissance."

"Fortunately, I became a Heroic Spirit... My eyes, which have witnessed the death of countless lives, can also have the opportunity to see some things walking in the sun."

The black heroic spirit sat beside the writers, his not thin figure seemed a bit lonely.

"So, Master," said Shakespeare, "this is the best of times."

"Sickness, hunger, poverty, separation, when these are far away from us, ordinary people can focus on spiritual wealth. You have to learn to cherish this kind of luck."

"—So after talking so much nonsense, Master-chan, where is the registration place?"

William Shakespeare.male.British.

Undoubtedly a great writer.

——At the same time, he is also a well-known Heroic Spirit who has never participated in battles but is keen to be active on the stage and gather crowds to make trouble.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Mili Maixiu, Nuomi Duanzi, Xifengjin, I want to smuggle into Europe today, Soul_Karna, Yaojun, Qu Qianlin for one mine~ Thank you Nie Rong for two mines!

Thank you Qing Xing Deng v, An, He Zhi, and Soul_Karna for the nutrient solution!

Someone mentioned Sakura’s age in the last chapter, emmm, isn’t she 11 years old in the first day of junior high school? I’m not sure, so I’ll fix it in the last chapter

The question of cp has not yet been decided. Depending on the development of the plot, it seems that Romani has the best hope at present.