Yu Xunge does know Zhongxia Queque. She may not be familiar with Huer Queque, but she knows Zhongxia Queque.

When she continued writing "A Midsummer's Lament," she revisited the previous stories several times, and anyone who has read "A Midsummer's Lament" will never forget the incompleteness of Midsummer.

This time, she pondered for a long time before giving her answer: "Lost."

Whether it's Queque or Zhongxia, both have strayed from the right path, simply because everyone is in the wrong situation.

After a long silence, Queque, like Maple Syrup, shook her head in refusal of the word. However, all the players could see a magic mark light up on her forehead. Although it only flashed for a moment before disappearing, it was indeed lit.

Yu Xunge offered a reminder, but Queque was already lost in her memories. She shook her head and sat back down in her seat, resting her chin on her hand and looking out the window.

At dawn, a flower branch adorned with cicadas entwined itself around the wrist of the man carrying wine and seeking song. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked at him: "And me?"

Yu Xunge expressionlessly tore off the flower branch from the other person's head: "...Do you still remember our feud?"

Fuxiao Xianchan said decisively, "Then forget about it! Besides, the one who has a grudge against you is actually Qihua, not me."

Yu Xunge was so speechless that she didn't know what to say.

Fuxiao Xianchan was amused by Zaijiu Xunge's expression and said, "Qihua likes my unruly attitude. She was just praising me."

Yu Xunge reaffirmed that she didn't understand Fuzhi. She wore a mask of pain for a few seconds before starting to think about the question of Fuzhi. She first put on a layer of armor, "I really don't know you very well."

Dawn Cicada stopped joking and said seriously, "I know myself. I just want to hear what others say about me. I need the audience's answers."

Since the other party understood, Yu Xunge didn't waste any more time and readily replied, "Flower Soil."

For a moment, Fuxiao Xianchan forgot to maintain her composure, looking like a bewildered child as she gazed at Zaijiu Xunge, involuntarily repeating, "'Huarang'?"

“Yes.” Yu Xunge said irresponsibly, “Just like the Oak Owl, which lost the Forest Sea, needs a new Forest Sea, the Fragrant Branch, which lost the Lighthouse, also needs a new Lighthouse.”

“You and Maple Syrup have similar styles of doing things. You are cruel and tyrannical, but you are the monarch that your people crave the most. Maple Syrup is another forest that the Oak Owls have found. You are the fertile soil that the Fragrant Branches have found after losing their lighthouse. They will only take root in the world with you. You are the only monarch they recognize.”

Unlike Maple Syrup and Queque, Dawn Cicada didn't refute the term, but she still said unsatisfiedly, "But Smoke Disciple doesn't agree..."

“She agrees,” Yu Xunge said forcefully, as if she understood Yan Tu better than Fu Xiao Xian Chan. She said, “She agrees with you. She knows that only war and bloodshed can heal Fu Zhi, who has lost her lighthouse. Her rationality and sensibility are in conflict, which is one of the reasons why she cannot bloom.”

Fuzhi, who was standing next to me, remained silent for a long time. A few minutes later, she hurriedly said "thank you" and ran out of the classroom, heading towards a workshop in a certain direction.

As soon as Dawn Cicada left, Angry Prayer slid his bottom onto Dawn Cicada's stool. He straightened his collar and said, "I was born into a happy family. I have an older brother and a younger sister. When I was three years old..."