Collapse, the Self-cultivation of Shura Field Experts

Nian Lun suddenly felt a little silly and said with a smile, "Really? I clearly feel more like brother and sister."

"Hmph, hmph." Yuexia remembered their agreement and held his hand tightly. "Brothers and sisters won't sleep in the same bed!"

"Oh? But you came here without permission, didn't you?"

"You remembered it wrongly~ I don't know anything~~!"

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Chapter 23 It's hard not to want to pull the knife light

Yuexia was so dazed by the conversation that she followed Nian Lun back home. She didn't even hear Guanxing calling her on the way.

Guanxing looked at Yuexia, who looked silly, and frowned as he asked, "What good thing happened to you guys when you went out?"

Nian Lun brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of the three people.

At the same time, he straightened his sentence order and said, "I met a girl while looking for a house..."

"girl?"

Facing Guanxing's dissatisfied gaze, Nian Lun quickly continued, "I encountered a girl being attacked by a strange creature. Although Yuexia took care of it in two moves, speaking of which..."

"What's with the picture on your shirt?"

Guanxing interrupted Nian Lun and wanted to ask them which country they were from, but Nian Lun was choked back.

Nian Lun felt uneasy when he thought about the moon staring at him all the way, let alone stargazing.

But he could sense a solemnity on Guanxing's face, a feeling that this was something more important. Besides, it was just a painting, and I, the person involved, didn't care. Clothes are washed in the washing machine, so don't overthink it.

"That girl is a painter. She might have been inspired to draw this picture suddenly."

"so."

The expected storm didn't come, and Nian Lun breathed a sigh of relief. He unbuttoned his shirt, put on a loose T-shirt, and straightened it out to examine it.

There was something strange about using a white shirt as a canvas – especially when it was still on his body.

Without a single wrinkle, the image seemed even clearer. The figure on it bore a striking resemblance to Nian Lun himself, dressed in a neat captain's uniform, wielding a fiery red giant sword as he struck somewhere.

In fact, the giant sword seems to take up more space than the figure. The red outline of the flowing flames on it is clear and powerful.

Although Nian Lun used Grayshu's lightsaber to draw a few sword lights at that time, it still felt far from the atmosphere of this painting.

"What do you think?"

Nian Lun looked at it for a while but couldn't make out anything. He shook his head and said, "Apart from the fact that it's well-drawn, there's nothing special about it. But you're really interested in this painting?"

Of course, Stargazing knew what Grayxiu was drawing, but she chose to keep silent.

"It's okay. What did you bring back?" Guanxing then took out the pen that Gray gave him from the table - a lightsaber.

Nian Lun originally wanted to remind him to be careful, but Guanxing fiddled with it quickly, and the speed was so fast that Nian Lun was amazed.

The only strange thing is that the lightsaber didn't appear, it was just like an ordinary paintbrush.

Seeing that she couldn't find a way out and Nian Lun seemed to be hesitant to speak, Guanxing put down her paintbrush, cleared her throat awkwardly, and said, "Look at that strange look in your eyes. Is there something wrong with this paintbrush?"

When asked, Nian Lun didn't know how to explain for a moment, so he just picked up the paintbrush on the table.

He recalled the feeling at that time, clasped his hands together, and held his breath.

'Om—'

The same plasma beam suddenly rose up as at that time. It was obviously a very cool thing, but it was a bit subtle from Guanxing's perspective - Guanxing was sitting on the sofa, and Nian Lun stood up with a sword in both hands. The sudden beam of light shot up into the sky really made her a little embarrassed.

“…” Nian Lun seemed to have noticed Guanxing’s unfriendly look.

He quickly changed his posture and drew a few straight knife flashes according to his body's memory.

"Great!" Nian Lun and Yuexia's voices overlapped, and they looked at each other.

Yuexia coughed awkwardly: "I mean...it suits you, a human, very well."

"Ahem, thank you very much." Nian Lun responded and then said, "But - every man has the dream of wielding a lightsaber!"

Guan Xing looked at Nian Lun, who was constantly flashing the blade with his lightsaber, and said helplessly, "As the saying goes: A man remains young until his death. It's absolutely true."

She spoke softly, but as they lived under the same roof, Nian Lun could certainly hear her.

Yet he continued to wield his lightsaber, concealing his own doubts. If Nian Lun's musical prowess could be explained by long-term practice, then his wondrous swordsmanship was inexplicable.

But there is no need to worry, after all, he feels that nothing is more important than focusing on the present life.

Looking at Nian Lun with such a happy face, Guanxing felt inexplicably unhappy.

"so."

"so?"

"So you guys went out to find new housing tonight?"

Nian Lun and Yuexia looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

"Absolutely not."

...

Unlike the chaotic Nian Lun family, Bronya, after catching up with the progress, tiredly opened the door of her own house, her feet feeling so light as if she was about to fly.

She kicked off her shoes twice and fell forward onto the sofa.

The huge house was so quiet that it was a little eerie.

She should have taken a comfortable bath and rested in bed, but now she even missed the office.

It’s more like missing that talented person.

"Nian, Lun." Bronya pronounced the name word by word.

The only response she got was the empty room and the sound of her own boredom driving her mad.

Bronya turned over lazily on the sofa. She still couldn't remember when the scene in her mind happened.

"Usagi-san, put on some movies."

The TV was turned on by the intelligent system written by Bronya herself. She randomly selected a few channels, all of which were playing advertisements and movies of certain celebrities.

Bronya was listening to a TV series while looking at her phone.

Time passes slowly, but it can also easily make people feel that it is very long.

There has never been a moment like now that Bronya longed for time to turn into an airplane so that this long period of time could pass.

"Wait... Xiaotu, how was my outfit yesterday?" She suddenly became concerned about her image.

The sound of the TV stopped abruptly and the characters on the screen jumped one by one - your image deviated from the usual by less than 5 percent, so there is no need to worry.

Although Bronya breathed a sigh of relief, she knew that she had worked overtime for many days, and she suddenly didn't want to be seen in such a sloppy image.

"Usagi-san, I need to take a shower."

...

Bronya gently closed the door and leaned against it. The cool touch made her, who was a little sleepy, feel a little more refreshed.

After untying her ribbon, her long silver-gray hair had grown to waist length. She stared at herself in the mirror, then pinched her hair on both sides to create her childhood hairstyle—two spiral curls naturally appeared on both sides of her head.

Bronya still remembers her childhood vividly.

She really had no recollection of what happened to Nian Lun.

Turning on the hot water valve, warm water and mist filled the room. The trickle of water slowly flowed down Bronya's loose bangs.

The game plan, which was obviously behind schedule, took a turn for the better with the arrival of Nian Lun.

Then she sighed and began to wipe herself.

Bronya really likes taking baths.

The steaming hot bathroom and the lights on in the living room outside filled her heart. She felt like she was no longer the only one in the huge house.

As the foam slid down her body, Bronya looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands supported the corners of her mouth, her usual workplace smile.

This is Bronya Zajček, from an expert in the field of quantum physics to a girl pursuing her dreams.

There were so many things she didn't understand, and they piled up on her, making her feel a little breathless.

Tomorrow...come soon.

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Chapter 24: How about becoming the Sage King of the Huang Empire?

Bronya opened her eyes in the morning with a refreshing feeling. This was a rare day off for her.

The girl rolled lazily on the bed twice, and finally faced the familiar ceiling.

"Bunny...what time is it?"

"It's 26:38 AM now. It's sunny, and the temperature is - degrees Celsius."

It’s summer indeed.

Bronya rolled up her air-conditioned quilt, releasing all the accumulated fatigue in a sleep after a hot shower. But as the game's producer and the owner of Principle Studio, she was responsible for her work even while taking a break.

She patted her cheeks with both hands, brushing away the last bit of laziness. After the remote-controlled bunny opened the curtains, Bronya returned along the same path and covered her head with the pillow.

"Well... the sun is too strong today, so I'd better not get up for now."

If it were usual, Bronya would be blowing bubbles and preparing for another beauty sleep.

But thinking of the person who would soon join her company, she reluctantly took the pillow away from her face.

"I'm going to assess the new employees' ability to work, so I have to put myself in a difficult position." Bronya hypnotized herself a little, but still wanted to lie down for a few more minutes, and finally decided to let Rabbit do it for her.

"Bunny, bunny."

"exist."

"Is there any useful email in the mailbox?"

"I received the 'Contract Receipt: Attached Music Modification Demo' from Mr. Nian Lun."

When she heard the word 'Nian Lun', Bronya's laziness was swept away and she jumped out of bed like a spring.

Then he went to his home computer and opened his email.

There were two attachments in the email, one was the electronic contract she sent, and the other was a demo sample of "The Daughter of the Sea".

Bronya put on her bunny headphones and opened the file impatiently.

But when the cursor landed on the beginning, she hesitated for a moment. Finally, she cleared away all the distracting thoughts in her mind and tried to recall the feeling of Nian Lun playing the flute.

The demo produced by Nian Lun is not as simple as the live performance. After the harmonica at the beginning, piano and other instruments are gradually added to enrich the whole song.

This is undoubtedly a fantastic original song. The song, which Nian Lun initially tweaked on his own, is so well-made that it's hard to imagine how much better it would have been with a professional team.

Bronya tapped her fingers lightly on the table to the beat. This song was nothing but shocking to her.

“Perfect.”

Although she said it was perfect, Bronya still felt a little regretful in her heart.

Yes, this song was perfect enough, more than enough to satisfy her needs. She only regretted that the scene at that time was not reproduced, and after listening to it again, she missed the pure harmonica version even more.

"Although it's a bit regrettable, I can only ask him to record a pure version next time."

Bronya just closed the playback software, but found a "little tail" left in it.

Given Bronya's computer proficiency, this little gadget enclosed in an email was child's play. But when she opened the file, the familiar harmonica sound rang out again.

The regret she had just expressed was almost instantly made up for, and Bronya covered her mouth with her hands in excitement.

The scene of watching the sea flashed by, and Bronya poked the one-inch photo on the contract with an intoxicating smile.

The black hair is a little long for a boy, with thin bangs spread on the forehead, and the delicate facial features are fully displayed under the camera.

Nian Lun looks so serious in the formal photos, it is hard to associate him with the gentle and interesting person he is.

Bronya stared at it for a moment, finding it hard to look away. It was as if just one photo held a captivating power, a sense of security and reliability.