Genshin Impact: The fox lady I live with

"The prosperous age..."

It is indeed a prosperous age...

Zhongli among the crowd looked at the stage silently, feeling the joy on the faces of the people nearby. He had mixed feelings in his heart. No one knew what he was thinking of.

She was probably the girl who had been following him, giving him advice and relieving his stress.

Or maybe they were several old friends who had accompanied him in his battles for a long time.

But now, he was the only one standing here alone, looking at the picture they hoped to see.

When people get old, it is easy to remember things from the past, and the devil is no exception.

"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it's a pity that my old friend..."

The breath of long time quietly spreads on this young-looking man.

This rock-like passage of time is a feeling that no one present has ever experienced.

If there's anyone I can relate to, it's probably Shadow and Wendy.

The silent woman became even more silent. She thought of her sister and friends who had disappeared in the years.

The indifferent poet suddenly became quiet. He thought of the boy who played music for him in the past.

It should be said that he is worthy of being the most ancient god. This move directly completed the achievement of one controlling two.

The thousands-year-old demon god was thinking about his career as a demon god, while twenty-year-old Ye Bai remained motionless on the stage.

It's not because he can't write poems about prosperous times. No, he really can't write poems about prosperous times, but he can copy them.

No matter which one of the popular poems from the previous life is put here, it is the same.

But it was precisely because there were too many that Ye Bai was entangled at the moment. He didn't know which poem to use.

He admits that he does have a bit of a phobia of choice.

So from other people's perspective, after Ye Bai finished listening to the questions, he stood blankly in front of the table without making any movement.

Among the dozen or so people who were also on the stage, even those who were well known to Liyue people as having poor literary talent began to write down their own ideas on paper.

Recording some important inspirations can help you preserve your own short-lived inspirations.

No one can guarantee which inspiration will be the finishing touch in the poems they create.

However, there is an exception for the people on this stage.

Although he is very handsome, he is as gentle as the neighbor's big brother, and as approachable as an ordinary person. A faint smile hangs on the corner of his mouth, which shows that this person is determined to win today's game.

To be honest, almost no one in Liyue knew this person, but it did not prevent him from gaining a large number of supporters.

Although most of them are girls of various ages, there are also some boys with different ideas.

However, this person's performance now made the people present who looked at Ye Bai take back some of their good comments.

At first, they were attracted by Ye Bai's extraordinary temperament, thinking that he was a powerful person from a special country in Tiwa.

Unexpectedly, I can't even write now. I think some special means were used in the first round of auditions.

...

Time passes little by little, and someone has already finished writing his work, and is waiting there leisurely for the passage of time.

Because this is a unified selection.

This will not only not disturb other players, but also allow the referees and the public to score together.

And some people frowned, crumpling one piece of paper in their hands, and there were paper balls under the table beside them. Those who didn't know it thought they were some craftsmen.

But one of them has an incompatible style of painting.

That is Ye Bai.

Not only did he not move a bit, he didn't even touch the pen. He just stood there with his eyes closed from beginning to end.

This situation is not only incomprehensible to the people watching the fun below, but also to several people on the referee's bench. Even Nasida, Funina, Wendy, and Hutao, who know Ye Bai, are also confused. .

"I remember... Ye Bai doesn't seem to be able to pretend like this." Wendy looked at the man standing there and put down the pole hesitantly.

To be honest, if Ye Bai handed in a blank paper at the end, he would be embarrassed to admit that he was the one cheering so loudly just now.

As for whether Ye Bai can write good works, Wendy has no doubt at all.

The wind can bring any news.

How could someone who can write such high-level words as Magpie Bridge Immortal and Xianyun Ningqiao be unable to write a single word?

But Wendy really didn't know what was going on with Ye Bai's behavior at the moment, and she didn't understand Ye Bai as well as Ying did, so for the sake of safety, she could only take out an insurance policy for herself.

"Ye Bai! Come on, come on! Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Ye Baibai! Ye Bai! Bai! Come on, come on!"

Sakura glanced at the girl in a blue dress strangely and muttered in her heart: Are the gods of Fontaine so abstract? Fortunately, my Ah Ying is not like this.

Thinking of Aying, Sakura turned her head and glanced at the woman behind her.

The cold girl was secretly eating the three-color dumplings in her hand. As if she noticed Sakura's gaze, she coughed lightly, put away the three-color dumplings in her hands, and her handsome facial features returned to expressionless expressions. The state of the expression.

But the teasing that Aying expected did not come. Sakura just smiled at her and turned her head back.

Ah Ying:? ? ?

What's wrong with her?

At this moment, Hutao jumped up for joy, pointing her slender fingers at the competition table: "Move, Ye Bai started writing!"

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