Lost Narrative Poetry

Anyway, it was all kinds of mistakes, plus Xia Ran himself felt that the dream memory might be the golden finger of his life, so he finally embarked on this path.

But that doesn’t mean that it’s just a matter of rote application. After all, although Xia Ran’s memory is much higher than that of normal people, it has its limits. She can never be able to memorize dozens or millions of words by heart and recite them fluently. degree.

Moreover, those time and space backgrounds in the dream that are like the earth in a parallel world are not completely the same. In some terrifying world lines, there are even huge changes such as Chinese football cheating and winning the World Cup, which is shocking enough. The kind where the reincarnation team is wiped out...

So not everything can be applied mechanically, and you may make mistakes in history or background if you are not careful.

Therefore, from this aspect, Xia Ran's relevant skill levels have actually been honed to a very high level, which means that he can re-embellish and fill in the content based on a general theme, and reach a very high level. Close to the original work.

——In a sense, An Yilun also came to him because of the proposal composition thing. Maybe he really found the right person.

——However, An Yilun has probably never considered this issue at all. Almost every work of the teacher he admires so far has been labeled as healing and divine unfolding.

For example, in the Lily episode that was supposed to be full of cuteness and love, I just finished saying There's nothing to be afraid of anymore, but immediately there was a terrifying plot of being bitten off by a monster...

For example, in a royal work that was supposed to coexist with elements of blood and mecha, and vigorously fight against fate, in the end, all humans turned into LCL, and the whole world was filled with the smell of fresh blood...

for example……

If the frantic fans didn't know the address, they would already be eager to send the blade to this damn murderer. If this guy who is obviously mentally ill and dedicated to hurting the hearts of readers comes to help——

So what kind of tragic scene will it be in the so-called beautiful girl game that will be made in the end?

However, Xia Ran himself doesn't really want to help in this matter, because it represents trouble in various senses, and he is a person who hates trouble. This can be seen from his usual behavior. Gotta come out.

Who would have known him if it hadn't been for his blockbuster final exam last school year?

Even few classmates in the same class remember him. After all, a classmate who cannot come to school for a few days a year is almost a ghost that only exists on the student roster. If he can still be remembered firmly, It really became a campus legend.

But it is obvious that the direction of this matter is not something he can easily decide based on his own preferences——

It was not because An Yilun also came directly to the Service Department. It was no longer a request between individuals, but a commission that the society needed to accept. It's because of the other party's other identity that he gave Xia Ran a lot of help before.

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Okay... Classmate An Yilun, I understand your request. From the club's point of view, we will not refuse this request, but there is still one thing that needs to be stated.

Ten minutes later, Yukinoshita Yukino had already sat back in her chair. She looked at the plan in her hand and said in a calm tone.

That is, since you have chosen this method, it is a commission for the entire service department, and I judge that this commission should not be completed in a short time, so I cannot guarantee you anything, nor can I ask Xia Ran Your classmates must help you...

When she said this, she paused slightly before continuing: Can you understand what I say?

I understand it very much and it actually helps a lot.

An Yilun also sat upright and answered seriously. Naturally, he is very aware of how troublesome this matter is, and he doesn't feel that the world has to revolve around him.

So he also feels that the current result is already very good. In this matter, he just hopes to hire a strong foreign aid to help relieve the pressure, but he does not want to instruct his respected teacher to work for him and do everything for him.

Moreover, he originally hoped that he would really make a contribution in this matter and prove himself. Naturally, he would not wait for others to complete everything, but would wait by himself... If this was the case, he would What are you fussing over?

Just keep it simple, continue to maintain the previous pace of life, wait for new works to come out without any worries, and then savor and enjoy other people's creations. Why should you worry about it?

Well, then... what do you think, Xia Ran-san? Yukinoshita nodded slightly, then turned to look at someone and asked very calmly.

Xia Ran glanced at the girl, and his impression of her changed slightly. However, he still pushed up his glasses, nodded, and agreed without showing much resistance:

This... okay, I have no problem here.

An Yilun's special identity helped save a lot of time in his early stages and quickly gathered a lot of popularity, so now he needs to repay him.

It's okay to say it if you don't know, but now that she knows this, Xia Ran really can't maintain her previous attitude and thoughts of having nothing to do with herself...

That's it anyway, but Xia Ran saw Machida Enko's sinister intentions. The editor was using roundabout tactics to indirectly urge updates! Seeing that I have been floundering, so I plan to use An Yilunye's ideas to assign myself a topic composition?

I can't let that woman succeed, I have to change my name, but what should I use? ...Lao Xu? mushroom? Dumplings?

The names of some famous playwrights and novelists that he had heard of in other worlds flowed through Xia Ran's mind. He was thinking about what kind of vest would be better. If there were any deviations in the game later, he could easily Get away.

After all, looking at how crazy my fan base is now, I guess the SAN value is about to bottom out. If I go on a killing spree blatantly, I might really stimulate them to do some irrational and stupid things...

etc? Why should a killing spree be the default premise? Isn’t this a beautiful girl game?

An Yilun also successfully achieved his goal and left happily. It seemed that as long as he issued the commission, the whole thing was already a sure thing and could be regarded as a destined success.

Also leaving with her was Teacher Hiratsuka. After all, she was not a student and did not need to participate in club activities. Seeing that the matter was over, it was natural for her to choose to leave directly.

But before leaving, she still called Xia Ran out specifically and gave her a few words of advice. Of course, it was the usual routine.

The service department returned to silence. Yukinoshita, who was alone, frowned slightly and looked at the so-called game plan in her hand. It seemed that this was also an area that she, a top student, could not understand.

But this is already good. It is said that most girls hate otakus, especially those in bishoujo games... At least she didn't show any feelings of deep hatred.

After about a few minutes, the door of the activity room was lightly knocked twice.

Please come in.

The girl said calmly without raising her head. Teacher Hiratsuka would definitely not knock on the door, so only that person would come back.

The door of the activity room was opened, Xia Ran walked in again, turned around and closed the door. Then he walked directly to the girl, sighed and said:

Yukishita-san, let me do this... Well, I mean, at least I am relatively familiar with this aspect...

Okay, then this is mainly up to you... Of course, I will try my best to help.

The girl had no objection to this, and simply agreed. She did not show off, but she also had no intention of leaving the hot potato behind and leaving all the trouble to others. She seemed to be prepared to do her best within her own capabilities. Something you can do yourself.

Then, she closed the plan book in her hand, raised her head and handed it to the other party, but the arm she just stretched out paused slightly.

Because what appeared in front of her was a can of drink. The surface of the can had a bright pattern of strawberry milk, and it also exuded a slight cold feeling, as if it had just been taken out of a vending machine.

Vegetable Life 100 Strawberry Yogurt MIX... it should be this one.

The girl was a little unable to react for a moment, but Xia Ran didn't pause. She naturally took the plan book from the other person's hand, stuffed the drink into it, and completed the exchange directly.

Then, he turned back to the seat on the other side of him and sat down. He frowned and put the plan on his knees and spread it out. He opened the lid of the can of drink in his hand and took a sip.

Yukinoshita turned to look at him, her expression losing its usual coldness, as if she didn't know whether she should refuse, but this was what she asked for before.

……Thanks.

After a while, she said this softly, and finally even looked away.

Xia Ran felt that he seemed to have a vague grasp of this girl's true character. Although she was cold and prickly on the surface, she was as her name suggests, like ice and snow, making people afraid to approach her. In fact, she was not really inconsiderate of others.

This made him feel inexplicably much happier. After all, it was at least a good start.

Yukinoshita opened the book on her knees again, then held the can of drink in both hands, and from time to time gently reached out to brush the hair around her ears. Her expression did not seem to be too calm, and she was probably not used to accepting others. Kindness?

It was almost evening at this time, the sunset outside the window became softer, the breeze swayed the curtains, and the activity room was very quiet, without any sound.

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It's evening.

After returning home, Xia Ran quickly fell asleep after adjusting her emotions.

He remained conscious and appeared on a huge platform, with a lone wooden door standing on it. There was nothingness around the platform, and a soft ball of pure white light was blooming directly above it.