Chapter 304 Falling Toes

When Tilan came out of the immersion cabin, it was already 11:30 pm. After finishing three games, they played several rounds of single-player battles. Because the purpose of the live broadcast was not to compete, the four of them used a fully random deck, that is, randomly picked a deck from the top 300 popular decks on the Internet, which would be much more interesting.

During the battle, because of the unfamiliarity with the decks, the two sides often had many funny scenes, and occasionally there were unexpected cold effects, which even the audience was quite unfamiliar with, bringing a lot of joy and laughter.

Compared with the reality because of many things to consider and the constraints brought by personality habits, Tilan felt much more relaxed on the Internet.

Well, at most, I can change my virtual image or my account.

After a night of fun, Tilan turned off the immersion cabin and turned around to check the time. I

'd better take a shower, otherwise I'll feel a little sticky.

She picked up her change of clothes and went downstairs. At this time, the light was still on in the hall on the first floor, and the maid Aiko was sitting on a round stool in the corner.

"Good evening, Miss Tilan." Seeing the girl coming down, she stood up and walked forward in small steps, as if she wanted to ask Tilan if there was anything she needed.

"Do you need some midnight snacks and drinks?"

Tilan subconsciously wanted to refuse because she didn't want to trouble the maid, but it was almost 12 o'clock and she was indeed a little hungry.

"Corn porridge and hot milk, not too much, Aiko also make some for yourself."

"Okay, if you take a bath in the bathtub, I can send it over later." Aiko saw Tilan holding her pajamas and knew that the girl was going to take a bath.

"Thank you Aiko." The girl nodded.

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After a simple shower, Tilan came to the bathtub with water in it, tiptoed lightly, tried the warm water in the pool, felt a little hot, but it was still adaptable, then stepped in, and slowly sat in the slightly hot pool.

The sound of gurgling water came from under the water bottle statue. The hot water with white steam flowed out of the water bottle and fell into the pool. Because she was a little afraid of heat, Tilan sat far away from the water outlet, with her smooth back leaning against the marble steps. It was a bit cool, but she liked this feeling very much.

Her fingers were running through the water, feeling the flexible resistance of the water flow, and then she lifted them up and watched the water droplets rolling down her palms and falling into the pool. Tilan was playing with the water, feeling a simple happiness.

This kind of relaxation and unconscious play, until the sound of Aike's footsteps came from outside the bathroom, Tilan woke up.

"Miss Tilan, can I come in?" There was a knock on the door in the distance.

"Yes." Tilan answered, then picked up the bath towel and simply wrapped her body, and then sat up slightly.

Echo walked into the bathroom with a tray in her hand. She first took out the small wooden rack in the bathroom and placed it next to the bathtub. Then she placed the tray on the rack so that Tilan could easily reach it in the bathtub and it would not be stained by water stains because she was too short.

On the oval and white thick porcelain plate was a cup of milk, a bowl of steaming corn porridge, and two sliced ​​cantaloupe next to it to relieve the greasiness.

"Did Echo make something for yourself? It's getting late now." Tilan drank some milk first, then asked the maid.

"I prepared something." Echo nodded.

"That's good."

The girl blinked. She could sense that Echo was not lying. For the profession of maid, Echo and Ella were quite professional and even dedicated. It was a completely different mentality from when she worked at 'Liuli Dream' before.

Maybe I just regarded it as a job or a way of life at that time, but for Aikoela, they regarded the job of maid as a career, and were particularly serious and focused. Sometimes, they might mention something unconsciously, and they would record it carefully and improve it next time.

"How did Aiko achieve this mentality and idea?" Tilan had asked curiously before.

"Miss Tilan asked this question because she must think that everyone should be independent and not become someone's vassal." After a year of getting along, the two maids gradually understood Tilan's personality and ideas.

"That's right." The girl nodded.

"We are also independent and we also think that we are doing something meaningful." Then the two maids continued to explain.

"Just like a game team, different people have different positions. Our task is to assist, such as people like Miss Tilan, so that you can save a lot of time and energy and invest in more important things, so as to maximize the interests of the group."

"Not everyone can be the first, we have a clear understanding of ourselves."

"Is that so..." The girl thought carefully, but felt that there were still some problems with the details.

"What if the person you assist is not that good, or she treats you badly?"

"If it's not as good as expected, it's probably a problem of our vision. Even excellent investors can make mistakes sometimes, which is normal."

"As for what you said, if the other party treats us badly, it depends on the specific situation. If we really can't stand it, we will resign." Aiko explained.

"But the two of us, as well as our parents and even our grandparents, all work at the Silver Leaf Workshop. The Silver Leaf Workshop has also signed a lifetime contract with us. Unless it is absolutely necessary, we will not resign." There is a sense of stability and calmness in their words, without the anxiety of the wandering workers in the outside world.

The mentality is different. This kind of worry-free and stable future can make them patient to do very detailed things without anxiety.

Sure enough, any mentality problem is still determined by the economic foundation. The girl shook her head and inexplicably felt that her inner troubles were much less.

After drinking half of the milk, Tilan held the corn porridge in her hands and drank it in small sips. At this time, Aiko had left the bathroom, so she didn't have to worry.

After drinking corn porridge and milk and eating two pieces of crisp cantaloupe, she dived into the water again and tried swimming in the warm bathtub before emerging, drying her body with a towel and changing into fresh pajamas.

The next day, Tilan came to the academy and walked under the trees that were gradually sprouting and growing new leaves. She suddenly felt a sense of freshness

and wonder. The seasons in the southern hemisphere are opposite to those in the north. In the past, September and October were all autumn, but now it is spring here, the season when everything grows.

After arriving at the Student Union Office and finishing the arrangements for various clubs this semester, it was almost noon. Tilan stopped, looked out the window, and then put down her hands.

The plans and schedules have been set. These plans are arranged by each club based on its own situation and under the advice of professional consultants. She also participated in some of the settings. Logically, there are no big problems. After that, just follow the plan.

After sitting at the table and thinking carefully for a long time, Tilan felt that she might have made some misunderstandings before.

Reality is not a TV series, nor is it an animation or a game. There will be all kinds of emergencies, all kinds of cheering and cheering, etc., but more of an ordinary day spent simply and seriously.

The truth lies in the ordinary. If every time you practice and study, you have to make the scene so passionate and touching, it will be weird. It's okay once or twice, but if you do it too many times, you will just get bored.

Just like some thank-you ceremonies or advocacy meetings, once or twice, everyone may be passionate and moved, but if it happens too many times, they will just think that this kind of thing is a waste of time, and that forcing people to be moved will eventually lead to rebellion and disgust.

Instead of doing so many formal activities, it is better to let everyone live every day in a down-to-earth way.

After thinking about these things, some of the anxiety that had surrounded her heart before also dissipated.

Taking the blue feather beret that she had placed in the student union room before, Tilan closed the door, then left the building where the student union was located, and wandered and walked around the campus.

In fact, there was no purpose, she just wanted to walk around and take a look.

The vegetation-rich Ades Academy is full of lawns and roads paved with white rocks. Among them, tall buildings are dotted and distributed. Then there are various large trees beside the lawns and buildings. Some have wide crowns and dense and swaying young leaves, while others have straight trunks and sparse flowers and leaves.

In this campus, there are not only many beautiful artificial gardens and lakes, but also many forests, hills, etc. that remain in their original state. Even after coming here for a year, Tilan has not seen them all.

After letting go of the tense emotions she had been feeling, she stepped on the quiet campus. At this time, either students are in class or simply take leave. Generally, the academy will be lively on Fridays and weekends, when you can see groups of students.

Half an hour later, Tilan stopped in front of a thick and tall grass. This is a more remote hill in the academy. The sunny side of the hill is covered with shrubs and grass, and the shady side behind is a forest.

Listening to the rustling sound coming from the bushes, Tilan half-bent down and pushed aside a bunch of green grass leaves that reached her chest. Then a fat gray guy jumped out from under the bushes, ran across the open space in a panic, and then hid in the low bushes in front.

What is that? Tilan thought it should be some kind of hamster or bamboo rat.

Is there such a small animal in the academy, or did it sneak in?

She looked around and then broke off a long branch from the bushes. The flexible bark was still connected after it was broken. After she tore it open, the light green bark on the inside exuded a special grassy smell.

Is the bark of the shrub like this? Tilan pinched the broken part with her hand. The light green branch with the bark torn off was a little sticky. The sap on it was the source of the grassy fragrance.

When she lived underground as a child, shrubs and plants were very precious things. Generally, she would not break them because her mother would say so, and it was not good to destroy public property.

This is the first time she has done this. Tilan looked around and thought that no one would care or blame her. This is a native hill and forest with no signs of artificial trimming.

In fact, the disadvantage of urbanization is that the relaxed and casual feeling in nature is lost, because all kinds of flowers and plants that people see are either part of public facilities or commodities, and cannot be used or destroyed at will.

After breaking and tearing off the forks on the green branches one by one, Tilan slowly had a relatively straight wooden stick in her hand. Simply waving it in the air, she could hear a slight sound of breaking through the air. It was

a simple thing, but it was fun to do it. It didn't feel boring at all. This feeling reminded Tilan of when she was a child, it seemed that her father had made wooden swords for her and her sister. At that time, she and her sister waved them and wanted to cut and slash everything they saw.

Recalling this feeling, Tilan held the wooden stick and pushed aside the bushes and grass that blocked the view, and continued forward like an adventure.

Because few people come to this remote hill, there are very few places to stand on the ground. There are either thick grass, branches of shrubs, or winding vines.

When passing through, Tilan's skirt and pantyhose were often caught by branches. Fortunately, she was not in a hurry. She slowly pushed them away and moved them, not caring about the dust and fallen leaves on her clothes.

Is it here? She walked a long distance and came to a big tree. There was a little place to stand here, probably because of the shade of the tree and there was no vegetation below.

The rotten leaves were a little soft when stepped on, making a slight sound. There were mossy stones under the tree and an inconspicuous hole.

Holding on to one side of the stone, Tilan exerted a little force, and the stone moved away, revealing the slightly damp soil below, and there were a few insects crawling in it.

Fearing that the insects would crawl along the stone to her hand, Tilan let go in advance, and then the stone fell back, shook a little twice, and finally stabilized again.

Not here, Tilan walked around under the tree, and then found two stacked stone slabs not far away and stopped.

There was a gap between the two stone slabs that came from nowhere, and there should be a hidden space inside. When stepping on the stone slabs, you can feel the shaking and instability.

It is here. The girl closed her eyes and felt it. The little guy who ran past her before was hiding in the stone slab.

How to let it out? She can break the stone slab directly, but she is afraid of scaring the little guy.

After thinking for a while, Tilan looked at the sky, then stretched her fingers to the grass, shook slightly, and a few salt-baked nuts appeared at her fingertips, then picked them up and placed them on the open space in front of the stone slab.

After doing this, Tilan jumped easily and stood on the thick branch of the tree. She first used the sole of her shoe to sweep away the dust and mud accumulated on the thick branch, then raised her fingertips, let a gust of air wrap the thick branch and spiral through, taking away the dust and broken bark, making it cleaner, and then sat on it.

This branch, which is about the same thickness as Tilan's waist, doesn't need to worry about not being able to bear her weight. It just sways slightly when she sits on it. However, Tilan finds it quite interesting. She feels her body moving back and forth slightly with the branch. The tip of her shoe in her sight keeps moving over a few centimeters, occasionally blocking the stone slab below, and occasionally passing by the light yellow flowers in the distance.

Pick a leaf with your fingertips, press it slightly with your nails, and there will be a dark green mark, and then a slightly wet water mark will seep out from the leaf. When you put it to your nose, you can smell a faint fragrance, which is particularly quiet.

While Tilan was observing the leaves in her palm, there was a sound of movement from the stone slab below. Perhaps it was the aroma of the salt-baked nuts that gradually spread. A gray bamboo rat poked its head out, looked around, and then ran towards the nut. Compared with its chubby body, its short limbs seemed a bit cute and pocket-sized.

If it were in nature, this slow-running, low-vigilance fellow would have been preyed on long ago.

Tilan put down the leaf and looked at the chubby little guy below chewing the nuts. She wondered whether she should catch it. She always felt that if she did nothing, she would feel a little bit at a loss.

As expected, she caught it. After thinking it over, she jumped down from the branch and landed on the stone slab silently, then walked over.

The guy who was enjoying the delicious food didn't notice it until Tilan pinched its neck with one hand, and then twisted and struggled.

"You can't run away." Tilan held it in front of her and observed it carefully.

Compared with field mice and house mice, bamboo rats are slightly more in line with people's aesthetics, and they are also much cleaner. After all, its staple food is grass.

After observing and teasing this little guy with a small wooden stick, Tilan put it on the stone slab. After a while, it got into the gap between the stone slabs below.

"If you hide in this place, you will be eaten by snakes. Next time, find a dry and safe place, or you have to learn to climb trees..." Tilan said in a broken voice while knocking the stone slab with a wooden stick, and then stood up.

The sun gradually came to noon, and the birdsong in the woods became quieter. The early spring wind blew the branches, and the tender leaves scattered in the light, which was particularly clear.

Today, Heshia Tilan is 17 years old. This is a quiet and ordinary day for her. There is nothing great, touching, or passionate, but there is a simple and plain happiness. The heart that once had nowhere to rest has slowly settled down.

(End of this chapter)