Sister Rescue Plan

He stopped in front of a villa while strolling around. A couplet hung on either side of the villa's door:

Forget worldly concerns and detach yourself from worldly affairs; embrace simplicity and return to your true nature.

The handwriting is beautiful and elegant, with graceful and rounded strokes.

In the entire St. Freya, the only person who hangs couplets in this style is probably Fu Hua.

He hesitated whether to go in and greet Fu Hua, to try and get on her good side. After all, his mission was on Fu Hua's shoulders, and he hadn't yet figured out exactly what the mission entailed.

[Continuing the cycle of cause and effect, the seeds of some things have already been sown, to fulfill what you "once" did.]

The task description was far too vague, and the system refused to provide any explanation. Izayoi Mirai did have some ideas about it, but they were too far-fetched, and she wasn't sure.

Since it was released only when Fu Hua appeared, it must be related to Fu Hua. Youxiao Mirai wants to find a breakthrough through her.

crunch--

The door opened, and Fu Hua was taken aback when she saw who it was: "Youxiao Mirai? What are you doing at my door? Do you need something?"

Yushou Mirai smiled and said, "It's just rare to see a couplet, so I wanted to take a closer look. The calligraphy is indeed beautiful."

"You flatter me, it's just a practice piece."

Fu Hua smiled very calmly, "Would you like to come in and sit down? Let me show you some hospitality."

"Then I'll have to bother you."

Yoyo Mirai was just wondering how to get closer to him, so she readily agreed.

He entered Fu Hua's home, which was very tidy, with bright windows and clean furniture, and no unnecessary decorations.

Fu Hua watched Izayoi's retreating figure and closed the door.

What he wanted to see, was it the characters or the couplet?

She didn't remember who wrote the couplet, but it felt familiar, so she used it as a couplet. Every time she saw it, she felt a deep sense of nostalgia.

"Are you here to be a teacher, Yosuke Mirai?" Fu Hua started the conversation. "I remember you were Himeko-sensei's junior, right? You graduated this year."

"Just call me Future. I did join St. Freya, but not as a teacher, I'm a doctor."

Yuuyo Mirai pointed to her heart. "Psychologist, if Fu Hua has any worries, you can talk to me. I'm a professional."

Fu Hua poured a cup of tea for Youxiao Mirai: "Being a psychologist must be very hard. Every day you have to listen to different people pour out their negative emotions, but you have no one to share it with."

Izayoi Mirai took a sip of tea: "I don't have a formal job yet, but it should be alright. They're all just kids in the prime of their lives, how dark can they be?"

"Because we are Valkyries," Fu Hua said calmly. "Everyone has to fight against Honkai Beasts. Whether it's ourselves or our friends, we are all shrouded in the shadow of death. We are used to it during training, but in real battles, people will die."

"I also have a secret weapon for relieving stress." Youxiao Mirai looked at Fu Hua and smiled, "No one else has tried it yet, Fu Hua, would you like to give it a try? You might have a good dream."

Fu Hua looked at Yoo Silent Mirai and nodded.

Chapter Sixteen: Dreams of the Past

"Red Kite, wake up, it's almost time to eat and you're still sleeping."

A crisp sound rang in her ears, and her body swayed. Fu Hua, no, Chi Yuan, woke up.

She was awakened by a rather lovely young girl with bright red eyes like jewels, long black hair that reached her ankles, and plump thighs revealed under a short black cheongsam with yellow trim. The high slit went all the way up to her waist, and her snow-white buttocks were faintly visible as she swayed, while a glimpse of her snow-white fullness was revealed on her chest.

The somewhat erotic attire was softened by the wide, flowing sleeves of her arms, which, which should have been used in opera and dance, became harmoniously integrated on her body, with a red snake ornament wrapped around her arms.

"Is there a problem?"

Chi Yuan was still not fully awake, and a faint doubt arose in her heart. She felt as if she had forgotten something, but this doubt quickly disappeared as the girl pulled her along.

"Hurry up, the dumplings are getting cold."

The girl dragged Chi Yuan into the living room. Several plates of fried dumplings were placed on the table, decorated with ice flowers on the bottom. She picked up a fried dumpling and held it to Chi Yuan's mouth: "I made these myself. Try them and see if they're good."

Biting through the dumpling skin with my teeth, the aroma of the filling filled my mouth, the taste...

It's not very good; it's probably because too much salt was added, making it a bit salty.

However, seeing the girl's hopeful eyes, she nodded and said, "It's delicious."

"I knew it, my cooking skills are unbeatable."

"Danzhu, are you trying to sell your carrot, corn and pork filling again?"

A young man walked over, his clothes as fiery as fire, carrying a plate of steamed sea bass in his hands.

The girl wrinkled her nose: "Is there something you're unhappy with about my filling?"

"No, we can't eat the same filling all the time, it'll get boring."

Danzhu stuffed a large piece of fish into her mouth and said angrily, "Who said dumplings only have this one kind of filling!"

"As a food, dumplings bear too much undue burden. You've really worked hard, dumpling."

Watching the two laughing and joking, Chi Yuan's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. What was this feeling of nostalgia?

"Chiyuan, what's wrong? Did this guy bully you again?"

"How can you slander me out of thin air? I just came out of the kitchen. It must be you who bullied Chi Yuan."

The voices of the girl and the boy echoed in my ears, but they also grew farther and farther away, as ethereal as the snow on the rooftops in spring, gradually melting into the sunlight.

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The chanting in the room had long since stopped. Yoyo Mirai quietly sipped her tea, and with the Heart Sutra playing along with his suggestions, Fu Hua easily fell asleep after completely letting her guard down.

Even warriors over 50,000 years old couldn't resist my hints. My ability is truly terrifying; it's practically the ultimate weapon for building a harem.

At this moment, a series of book titles such as "Hypnotic Campus", "Doctor and Patient", and "World Modulation" flashed through Yushou Mirai's mind. His palms trembled slightly. If Joyful Zen had a proficiency system, he could max it out.

No, no, I must be an upright person.

Yushou's future rationality warned him not to become arrogant, that power was not meant to be used for arbitrarily, and that he should be careful not to grind an iron rod into a needle.

Fu Hua, who was lying on the table, stirred. Youxiao Mirai gathered her thoughts, looked at Fu Hua who had raised her head, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Upon waking, a sense of loss filled her heart. She touched her chest, her expression somewhat bewildered.

Who was I dreaming about?

Yoyo Mirai handed her a tissue, and Fu Hua touched her face, only to find that there were some water stains on it.

Did you dream about something sad?

“No.” Fu Hua shook her head. “Although I don’t remember exactly what I dreamed about, it was very warm.”

She composed herself and thanked Izayoi Mirai: "I did have a wonderful dream. To express my gratitude, please treat me to lunch today."

"Then trouble you."

Yoyo Mirai readily agreed. He remembered that he hadn't received his salary yet, and if he didn't mooch off Fu Hua, he would probably go hungry.

Fu Hua stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Shall we start now? It was only now that Izayoi Mirai realized that it was already lunchtime. As soon as she woke up, she not only immediately composed herself but also noticed the time. Fu Hua's personality is truly meticulous.

Youxiao was a little uneasy. He didn't have much experience visiting other people's homes, and now that Fu Hua was cooking, he felt a bit restless sitting there alone.

Why not just go and do some odd jobs?

He poked his head into the kitchen: "Fu Hua, is there anything I can help you with?"

At this moment, Fu Hua had a bowl of minced meat in front of her, holding a dough sheet in one hand and chopsticks in the other to pick up the minced meat.

Are they making dumplings? Is it too late to make them right away?

As Fu Hua wrapped the package, she said, "No need, it'll be fine soon. You can rest over there in the future."

"I can make dumplings too, let me help."

Yoruichi went into the kitchen and washed her hands.

"I don't think I've seen anyone else make St. Freya. You've had it before, haven't you?"

"I've not only eaten it, but I've also cooked it."

Izayoi Mirai also felt a bit nostalgic, as he had taught Miku before, but Miku always found it troublesome and was unwilling to do it.

"Fu Hua's movements are really skilled."

Yosuke Mirai felt he was moving very quickly, but by the time he finished wrapping the first one, Fu Hua had already started making the third one.

"Because I've done it a lot, I'm quite familiar with it."

Izayoi Mirai looked at the meat filling on her chopsticks: "Pork, carrots, corn, this is the first time I've ever eaten so much mixed filling."

"There are many different flavors of dumpling fillings."

Fu Hua smiled, but a voice echoed in her mind:

"Hey, didn't you know? The dumplings only come with this one flavor of filling."

…………

Fu Hua's cooking skills are indeed trustworthy. When the golden dumplings came out of the pot, the bottom of the dumplings was covered with ice flowers, and light was flowing on them.

After finishing their meal, Youxiao Mirai helped Fu Hua clear the table while praising her:

"Fu Hua is a very good cook."

"Actually, I wasn't very good at cooking before."

Fu Hua's expression seemed to be recalling something. "I only learned to cook to fill my stomach. Back then, I didn't care about taste..."

"Sigh, how will you take care of yourself after we leave? You can't even cook. We're so worried about you."

Then a voice echoed in her ears.

Who was that again?

Fu Hua felt a stinging sensation in her eyes. She was getting used to this feeling. It always happened whenever fragmented memories surfaced. Perhaps it was a way of saying goodbye to old friends?

Youxiao Mirai noticed the change in Fu Hua's expression. "Did my ability make her dream about the past?" He felt a little complicated. He had only made this suggestion to improve their relationship, but he didn't expect it to trigger Fu Hua's past memories.

Living alone for so long must be very lonely, right?

He placed the bowl in the sink: "Fu Hua."