Chapter 48
"I don't know why, but I always feel a strong sense of déjà vu." Mo Xuanji looked at the image of the Demon King in the comics and fell into deep thought.
"Hmm?" the system asked.
"It's okay, it's probably an illusion." The information given in the comics is too little. Apart from the fact that the clothes are dark with gold patterns and the gender is male, no other useful information is revealed.
But the identity of the Demon King was actually none of Mo Xuanji's business. As an ordinary student, he shouldn't have come into contact with such a figure. Even if he were lucky enough to run into one, whether he knew their identity or not wouldn't seem to have much of an impact...right? Deep in his mind, Yu Heng's ID card silently protested.
"Forget it, it's better to give up information for free." Mo Xuanji said as he took out the small notebook he used to record clues and wrote down the two pieces of information.
The comic continues to flip down. Zhu Changan and Ji Sheng finally squeezed into the cafeteria. After nearly getting squeezed out of the way, a tearful Ji Sheng took the initiative to shrink himself and hide in Zhu Changan's hood.
"Ouch, Demon King! We're almost not going to see the sun tomorrow."
Zhu Changan was holding two servings of food in his hands and looking around. When he saw something, his eyes lit up: "It's Xuanji and Senior Wang!"
[Hahaha, poor little flower, I instantly fell in love with her]
[Wow, I see my wife again. That's great! She'll always be wearing this outfit this whole time, right?] [Crazy hint]
【Crazy screenshot.jpg】
[Why does Xiaohua's way of eating seem a bit brutal? She doesn't look like a vegetarian.]
After a satisfying meal and a satisfying drink, Wilde hooked his arm around Mo Xuanji's shoulder and said stealthily, "Junior, don't forget this... that... huh?"
"good."
After receiving his answer, Wilde left with peace of mind. Zhu Changan approached curiously, "Xuanji, what's this and that?"
"Nothing." Mo Xuanji held the water cup and quickly looked away.
[What's this and what's that? Is there anything we, the audience, can't hear?] [Angry.jpg]
[What secret deal did you two have behind our backs? Tell us the truth!]
[Hehe, it turns out my wife is so cute when she lies.]
“…”
After their meal, the three of them went to the club area to play. The comic weaves together every scene from their playtime, allowing netizens to feel the joyful and warm atmosphere among the three of them.
After an entire afternoon of hard work, the three returned home with a full load. Zhu Changan, carrying a giant white goose doll that was taller than him, looked beaming with joy.
Ji Sheng, in plant form, had wrapped his vines around a delicate ceramic pot, with a few pink flowers floating around him, representing his mood. Zhu Changan had once asked him why he only aimed at the pot when throwing the ring.
Ji Sheng explained that the Plant Tribe's diet differs from that of other tribes. They rarely replace the spiritual soil in their flower pots until the nutrients are completely consumed. However, the soil's flavor deteriorates with frequent consumption, and it's a waste to throw it away, so they resort to preparing new pots and adding fresh soil. Over time, this creates a growing demand for new pots.
"And don't you think this basin is super beautiful and exquisite?"
"Very exquisite. But isn't the soil in the old flowerpot still left uneaten?" Zhu Changan discovered a blind spot.
"It doesn't matter. They won't go bad anyway." Ji Sheng's confidence suddenly weakened. "When my living expenses are gone at the end of the month, these will be my food reserves for survival... I can always eat them up anyway."
[Lots of fun mini-games, but why is there such a weird thing as a photo album of the principal? And it's in that old-school Mary Sue style!]
Some people are laughing, others are looking in the mirror. As someone who lives on a shoestring at the end of the month, relying on surplus food every month and wishing every penny would be spent in half, I silently shed tears.
[Although Ji Sheng is really eating dirt]
[I'm just here to surf the internet, not to look in the mirror. Please dismantle my camera.]
I feel so bad for Xiaohua. It's the end of the month and she can only eat old soil, unlike me who can drink the fresh northwest wind. [Tired.jpg]
When the streetlights came on, the fireworks show officially began. Gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Zhu Changan looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with sparkling little stars.
Mo Xuanji, standing beside him, relaxed, his lips curling up subtly. Sunflower's large face lacked any facial features, so Liuhe thoughtfully drew a happy mouth for him, complete with two red cheeks.
"How beautiful..." The camera cuts to the night sky, and behind the bubble frame are fireworks of various shapes. One of the fireworks is shaped like a bird, with slender tail feathers, which is very beautiful.
"Look, that firework is in the shape of a dragon!" Zhu Changan's dialog box popped in, and the camera panned to another spot in the direction of his finger. Unfortunately, fireworks only last a few seconds, and by the time the others saw them, most of the fireworks had disappeared, leaving only a blurry golden shadow.
"Ah, it's gone." Zhu Changan withdrew his hand with some regret. He suddenly remembered a kind senior student telling him that the fireworks show was to remind everyone that the anniversary party was about to begin, so he quickly pulled his friends together. But after a few steps, he realized that something seemed amiss with his friends.
"Xuanji?"
Mo Xuanji's face was pale as he stared blankly at the direction where the fireworks disappeared. For the first time, the glint in his eyes disappeared.
[Wow, my wife, who can't help but smile, is so beautiful and smells so good!]
[Hey, why is my screen dirty? Lick it again. By the way, Lao Zei's painting skills are getting better and better.]
[The little chicken feathers are so cute, my heart melts]
[Hiss, Xuanji's wife's expression isn't right. Where's Gao Guang? Where did Gao Guang go?]
[I smell the scent of a knife.]
[Don't dare to speak]
"I'm fine." Mo Xuanji came to his senses under the worried gazes of his companions. Fortunately, Liuhe didn't draw his thoughts, but only added a bubble box with "..." next to it.
"Maybe I'm too tired today. Let's go to the playground."
Zhu Changan's brain raced. It was known that Xuanji was upset because she saw the fireworks, and those fireworks were in the shape of a dragon. And Xuanji's true form was an unknown bird, so...
Zhu Changan's inner villain knocked on the blackboard and put on the same glasses as Conan.
There is only one truth! That is - dragons are very likely the natural enemies of Xuanji's race!
Although the demons no longer fight each other under the control of the Demon King, they still fought each other to the point of bloodshed in the past, and the fear of natural enemies in their genes will not disappear easily.
Zhu Changan felt that this was most likely a reason. He knew that his friend was very concerned about his reputation, so he patted Mo Xuanji's shoulder affectionately and pretended not to notice it.
"You've completely misunderstood." Mo Xuanji spoke silently off-screen. However, after this incident, he became curious: "System, do I have a natural enemy?"
"How can a child have natural enemies?" the system muttered. After a moment, it added, "We're not even sure what species you are, so how can we know what your natural enemies are?"
"Doesn't the knowledgeable system teacher know my type?"
The system was very pleased with the compliment. It feigned pride and pondered for a moment before saying, "Well, I'm just a system. The world is vast and full of wonders, so there will always be things that the system can't collect."
"That's true." Mo Xuanji clicked on the next page.
The three of them sat in a row in the back corner, and there was an inexplicable feeling of being well-behaved.
"Will Liuxue not come out at night?"
"She said she wanted to go into seclusion." Zhu Changan scratched his head: "Maybe she was provoked by that SS... To be honest, I also plan to go into seclusion after the anniversary celebration is over."
The world outside is too dangerous. All fears come from insufficient firepower. As long as you have strong strength, you don't have to be afraid of SS or black-robed people.
The three of them chatted for a while, and Mo Xuanji suddenly noticed something, stood up and said he wanted to leave.
After a while, as if a little worried, he turned his head to look at Zhu Changan, but this angle seemed like he was looking outside the camera.
"You'll be able to see me soon."
[Ahhh, I get it. My wife can’t bear to leave me. She said she’ll let me see him soon~]
[Hahaha, three kids sitting in a row, so cute]
Does Sister Chen mean she won't be appearing? Shen pushes tears.jpg
Mo Xuanji already had an idea of what was going to happen next. He didn't know if it was because the stimulation was too great at that time, or because the psychological training he had done during this period had taken effect, but at this moment, his heart was surprisingly calm, and he even felt like laughing.
Who is on the stage? It has nothing to do with me. I am just an indifferent spectator.
Below the stage, Zhu Changan watched Mo Xuanji leave, and his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Wilde's fleeting figure.
The next frame, the thick curtain on the stage fell. When it opened again, a familiar figure appeared under the spotlight.
[Ah! It’s my wife!]
[Is my wife kissing a rose? No, she is kissing my heart!]
【On the scene, I am the rose! 】
[Xuanji's wife can actually do magic? But something doesn't seem right. I suggest you come to my room tonight so I can analyze it for you...]
[The abacus upstairs is so loud, I can hear it even in the Far North!]
[I can hear it clearly in the Mariana Trench! ]
[What a miracle! Teacher Wang is still so full of energy, and everyone is delighted!]
[Honey, is this all I have? It’s too little. Give me some more.]
If it gets any worse, he might faint on the spot, Mo Xuanji thought silently.
The system seemed to have been infected by the comments section, and it was also licking the non-existent screen in its sea of consciousness with "shashas". "Wow, my little one is so handsome! Daddy feels so accomplished, I really want to take a screenshot and share it... Hey, hey, hey, little one, don't scroll so fast, I haven't seen enough yet."
"I won't show it to you." Mo Xuanji had a wooden face and ruthlessly scrolled to the next page amid the system's accusations.
Ji Sheng watched the performance on stage, muttering to himself, "Sure enough, I must have been hallucinating just now. I actually mistook Senior Wang in black for Xuan Ji... How could Xuan Ji have that expression?"
Zhu Changan, who was recording a video, noticed someone beside him. He looked up and said excitedly, "Xuanji, your performance just now was really cool. I recorded it for you and will send it to you later!"
"Well, thank you." Mo Xuanji sat down expressionlessly, silently pulling his cloak up and wrapping himself up under the confused and shocked gazes of his friends. As if that wasn't enough, he pushed the brim of his hat down.
I don’t know if the last test made Liuhe unhappy, but this time he drew everything that should and shouldn’t be drawn.
Don’t be fooled by some cool guys who look expressionless and cold. In fact, the villain in his heart is already going crazy.
In a dark corner, Mo Xuanji's eyes seemed to have turned into a display screen, constantly scrolling through various shameful literature.
"Xuanji, are you okay?"
"It's okay, just a little cold."
Having said that, Liuhe was very considerate and drew a thermometer on the side. Although the nights in early October will not be particularly hot, they will definitely not be cool either.
Ji Sheng, standing by, perfectly reproduced the thought process emoji. After going through the process of "starting to think," "thinking successfully," and "reaching a conclusion," he suddenly slapped his head and said, "Oh! I see. Xuanji is just like me, she also suffers from social anxiety!"
"It's not that I don't have it!" Mo Xuanji looked up suddenly.
Zhu Changan scratched the back of his head and smiled naively, "Xuan Ji is definitely not socially anxious. It must be because of the weather."
Just as Mo Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief, Zhu Changan said seriously, "So you guys want to eat ice cream?"
[It turns out that the little golden retriever is still a black-hearted person]
[Xuan Ji: The light in her eyes has disappeared]
[By the way, my wife is so lively inside, isn't she? So cute hehehe, hug her and kiss her hard]
Netizens even captured various freshly baked emoticons and combined them with various texts to create a very funny effect.
It was too early to brag; it turned out he still felt ashamed. Mo Xuanji closed his eyes peacefully, lay flat on his back, and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
After a while he quickly got up again: "No, this posture is unlucky."
He paused, his expression a little strange: "Why has the popularity increased so much after this update, even Yuheng has it?"
System: "I don't know, maybe netizens are very satisfied with this plot?"
Unable to figure it out, Mo Xuanji simply stopped thinking about it. After all, it was not a bad thing, and Liuhe would not cheat him.
After knowing Liuhe's identity and position, Mo Xuanji discovered that Liuhe had opened a huge backdoor for him. Not to mention his popularity, all kinds of information clues in the comics were followed and fed to him, for fear that he would miss it.
The system sometimes jokes that Liuhe really dotes on him.
After all, it's a relationship of mutual survival and death, Mo Xuanji thought silently.
Unbeknownst to him, Liuhe issued an announcement.
【Liuhe Studio:
Thanks to our readers for their support. The first round of popularity voting has ended. Now we announce the top three characters. Below are their portraits.
[Mo Xuanji: New Life]
This card features a longevity lock as its primary element, with a cool palette. A young man in black, dressed in tight black, crosses his fingers over his chest, his eyes slightly closed, as if making a wish. Behind him is a bird totem, wings spread, ready to take flight, pure white feathers scattered across it. The links between the locks act like chains, locking him securely within.
【Zhu Changan: Chaoyang】
In the image, Zhu Chang'an, wearing his favorite yellow outfit, runs toward the camera, a smile as bright as the sun. Behind him, the mountains and rivers echo his supernatural attributes. The entire card is painted in warm tones, giving off a positive and uplifting vibe.
Yuheng: Yesterday
Yuheng's clothing is similar to his first appearance, though more refined. A touch of crimson eyeshadow adorns the corners of his eyes. The card's background is set in an antique study. Yuheng sits quietly in a chair, holding a scroll of bamboo slips. Smoke lingers around him, and the card is dominated by a cyan hue. The red bird on his shoulder provides just the right touch, keeping the color palette from being too cold and distracting.
At this time, the comment section was filled with the same sentence.
Thank you, foster father.
【Thank you, godfather! 】
Thank you, foster father!
【……】
[Old thief... no, godfather! He really makes me cry. I thought he just took a screenshot from the comics and used it as a character illustration, but I didn't expect him to redraw it directly, and it's even so beautiful!]
[I second the motion! I'm afraid this wasn't drawn according to the standard of an SSR card in a card game!]
[From now on, I will treat this old thief, no, my adoptive father, as a guest of honor]
[Sniff at my wives' gorgeous faces! Scream!]
[Ahhhhhh! The single volume is now available, brothers and sisters, come on! ]
"For my wife!" Fang Ying and Lin Xuan shouted in unison in the room, and then placed the order passionately in sync.
Lin Xuan was now a die-hard fan of Yuheng. She didn't know why she suddenly accepted her friends' recommendation, but the moment she saw Yuheng, she was completely captivated. She was completely hooked, even passionately creating a short comic strip featuring her own character and Yuheng.
She initially expected to be criticized and was nervous for several days, but unexpectedly, everyone praised her art and the storyline. This gave Lin Xuan immense confidence, and she began her passionate creation, quickly becoming a major fandom figure.
"I got it! Damn, there's only one set!" Fang Ying silently shed tears as she stared at her phone. "I'll go to the bookstore in a couple of days to see if they've restocked it."
Lin Xuan was a little confused. She didn't usually eat cereal, so she couldn't understand Fang Ying's pain: "Hasn't this already been snatched away? Why would you buy more?"
"Wow, you don't understand. What can one set do? One set has nothing. The ideal situation is to stockpile seven or eight sets, one for trading, one for appreciation, and the rest for collection!"
"Good, good fellow!"
Mo Xuanji was unaware of the netizens' joy and sorrow. He had been sneezing for days straight, and finally couldn't help but complain today: "Who keeps nagging me? It's endless."
"Have you caught a cold?" Zhu Changan said as he handed him a bottle of water.
"Thank you." Mo Xuanji took the water and drank it all without thinking any more.
"Hey, you over there, come over and run laps after you've rested. Don't be lazy!" The physical education teacher blew the whistle in the distance.
"Let's go, let's finish the rest."
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