Ovela thought she was a little sleepy.

She looked out the window and saw a galaxy running through the dark blue night, but it may not be accurate to describe it as a river. A time that flows quietly outside of human perception took away most of the river water.

It gradually dried up, with only two or three sparse stars still flashing, and the remaining times are connected, and some familiar signs can be vaguely seen. But their birth and passing are silent, so that no trace can be found from it.

Imagine how magnificent and magnificent this river was at that time.

At night, Yunjing Sky Island and Eternal Night Woodland are integrated into one, as quiet as if they are asleep. At this time, the breath of the forest strangely coincides with the heartbeat. Occasionally, one or two long whine sounds can be heard.

In the darkness, it echoed layer by layer, and was diluted by branches and leaves, and gradually became silent. It was the big owl or night crow that was foraging at night, and was frightening the small beasts lurking in the grass with their voices, forcing them to reveal their flaws.

This was a very familiar feeling for Ovela. She hated darkness, but it did not mean that she must hate everything in the darkness. In fact, they spent longer with her. In countless hard to sleep

On the night, she listened to the sound of birds singing outside the window. Under the starry sky, she slowly wrote down her thoughts on paper with the bright moonlight, and every exciting and moving part

She experienced all the plots personally.

Late night is a poem that can inspire people. Ovela has experienced such a feeling. How many twists and turns are formed in such an environment? Even the poet Helen once said: "The night is my kingdom.

.”Overa wouldn’t think so, but occasionally she walked out of the room and faced an empty hotel alone, and there were farther and deeper, and more lonely islands. She occasionally felt that she was the only one in this world.

A ghost, and like a ghost, possesses everything in this darkness in vain, but cannot get close to them.

When the sun rises, everyone wakes up, and this feeling will disappear, but the impact it has on Overa is essentially more profound.

The girl withdrew her gaze and fell on the young man in front of her again. Seeing him showing his serious expression and meticulously proofreading the information in his hand, all of which were copied by Ovela, and until just now, all kinds of things came into the girl's mind.

When she had a strange idea, her hands still didn't stop, and she didn't even need to be controlled by her brain. She was purely instinctively, like a sophisticated machine. This was exercised by the girl in her repetitive work day after day.

The ability, but to some people, is like a talent: young people have never read so many books and have an extraordinary sensitivity to words; they are not as good as Ovela, who can be in the boring time of hundreds of years.

He has been doing the same thing, but his efficiency is no less than that of a girl. Among the information copied by the latter, sometimes he can even extract the most critical parts by just a rough glance, and then

They are excerpted and sorted out in different categories.

Information worth paying attention to, information to be verified, and information that may play a role in the future... He classified them one by one and kept them on file. Ovela could probably imagine when the leader of the Ashes Guerrilla received this information, what should he do

How shocked and ecstatic he was. Because the obstacles placed on the road ahead had been removed, he only needed to follow the instructions of these information to recover the failures he had swallowed before, and even before the invaders could not react.

When it comes, completely reverse the situation.

Linger said that Ovela's royal power was the key to everything, and it seemed that it was true on the surface, but the girl knew in her heart that if it weren't for Linger's help, facing such a huge amount of information, let alone three days, even boasting before.

She may not be able to guarantee that it will be one thing to collect information, but sorting and analyzing the collected information is another thing. Ovela even feels that this matter is later

On the other hand, the only person who can do it on the entire Yunjingkong Island is the young man in front of him.

He always did this, as if everything could be done perfectly, whether it was running a church, being a history teacher, becoming a team leader, making plans and strategies, reasoning and analyzing, seeing through other people's ideas, comforting or guiding... This world

There is nothing he can't do, right? Even if there is, as long as he is willing to learn, he will sooner or later learn, and he will be more skilled than others as soon as he learns. If he is in the eyes of outsiders, he will definitely be regarded as a genius.

Have you admired it? It’s just that everyone on Yunjingkong Island has always been accustomed to it, so no one thinks this is something worth surpriseing.

I wonder if he has ever been proud of this? Even with a slight satisfaction, it is understandable. But according to Ovela's observation, the young man does not seem to think this is a talent, but regards it as

What you should do - but this reflects his pride, a mentality that he does not even realize. After all, if you are not fully confident in your own abilities, who would regard the talent in the eyes of others as

What is it natural? If the person who arrived at the Heavenly Holy Temple was not Saint Tumi, but Ringer, perhaps it would be another result.

Although reality cannot be assumed repeatedly, Ovela still couldn't help but wonder, how could there be such a perfect person in the world?

She secretly observed the young man's expression and movements over and over again, thinking that he was very secretive, but in fact, for Linger, it was no different from an open and honest examination. At the beginning, he was able to ignore it and force himself to devote himself to the serious matters.

But His Highness, who was not sure of restraint, thought he had not been discovered, became increasingly unscrupulous. Finally, Linge couldn't help it. He took advantage of Ovela's copying of an information, and the rustling sound of the pen tip paused slightly

After a while, he asked, "Overa, is there anything on my face?"

"Ah?" Princess Beimang was startled. She almost didn't hold the pen firmly. She drew a crooked curve on the brand new white paper, as if reflecting her panic and guilt: "No, no! Why did you suddenly

Ask me such a question?"

"Then why are you staring at me?"

The young man frowned slightly and said, "You must focus on your work, don't look at me, look at the book, what if you copy the wrong one?"

It’s impossible to copy the wrong one!

Ovela curled the corner of her lips and disagreed. She was as familiar with this job as instinctively. Could anyone make mistakes even when walking or speaking? However, given that her voyeurism was discovered, she was not embarrassed to refute it.

, then hesitated and agreed. Linge could tell at a glance that she was perfunctory, but considering that there was indeed no omission or error in the information she copied so far, the young man turned a blind eye.

Close your eyes and use it as a reminder. Let’s talk about it when you make a mistake later.

The young man's concession was mistaken for being soft-hearted by Ovela. She suddenly moved in her heart, thinking that this was the best time? She just told the question that she had been unable to figure out just now and asked Linger to give herself an answer!

But if this guy knows that he has such a perfect image in my heart, will he be even more proud? He has been bullying me before, will I still endure such bullying in the future? No, I must be more cautious

, he must not see the flaw

"That, I'll ask you something, Linger."

Ovela began to stumble and tempt, successfully attracting the young man's attention. He nodded in confusion, as if asking: What's wrong? His Highness the Princess asked carefully, for fear that the young man would see his true self.

Mind: "Actually, have you ever thought about what kind of image you are in everyone's mind? Ah, let me put it another way... is, has anyone ever said that you are very powerful? For example, you

Knowing so many things, understanding new things quickly, and having a kind of adaptability beyond ordinary people. Even when you are in a strange environment, you never feel panic or scared. Isn't this amazing? Ah, that, I

What it means is, whether it is what you think or what others say, I just guess these ideas a little bit? It definitely has nothing to do with me. Uh, can you understand what I mean, right?"

"I regret supporting you in writing a novel." Linger rubbed his eyebrows: "When did your language organization ability start to collapse? If you need it, it's better to go find Metien to get some medicine.

No, you can try it out there too…”

"I'm not sick!!!"

Ovela shouted angrily, then glared at Linger viciously: "Forget it, don't worry about that much! In short, just tell me directly, do you think you are a perfect person? Or, does anyone think you are

Is he a perfect person?”

"That's not." Linger shook her head: "It's often people say that I still need to change. Maybe I can't satisfy them now."

"Who said that?" Ovela was shocked when he heard this. Does even such a perfect Linger need to change? Are there any problems with those people's vision? It must be like this! If their vision is not a problem, wouldn't it mean that it means that

Is there a problem with my vision?

“Yeah, there are quite a lot.”

Linger thought for a while: "Sino hopes I will become stronger, Bai Ye hopes I will become colder, Saint Charlie hopes I will become gentler, Lorena hopes I will become stronger,

Yeta hopes that I will become a little more selfish…this is just the comment I received today.”

"Ah this!"

When Ovela heard these familiar names, she couldn't help but choke. Her thoughts had been left behind. Now it's not a question of who has vision and who has no vision. The key is that since Xiao Xia,

Everyone thinks that Linger still needs to change, so can she fall behind? She always feels like giving in, although Ovela doesn't know why.

She thought hard and thought, what else could Linge need to change? Sino hoped Linge would become stronger. Is Linge actually a weak person? Bai Ye hoped Linge would become colder. Is Linge actually a

Is the indecisive person? Especially Sister Xiao Xia, she actually hopes that Linge will become gentler. Didn’t Linge be gentle enough before? Alas, I can’t think of what Linge needs to change, it’s really hard

ah.

In this way, the person who needs change is himself?

His Highness the Princess sighed quietly without knowing what she remembered.

Linger was puzzled. From the beginning, he had been confused about what Ovela was thinking: "What's wrong with you, Ovela?"

"No, nothing." Ovela shook her head repeatedly and said softly: "I just think that everyone's requirements for Ringer are really strict. You are obviously good enough, but I still hope you can change for them. But I,

I can't think of any place that Linger needs to change, but I'm still far from it."

So you were just thinking about this? What a strange competing heart.

Linge complained in his heart, and then said, "I think you are good now, there is no need to force yourself to change."

"Really?" Ovela's eyes lit up.

"It's true." Linger nodded with great certainty.

"Hehe, I'm not as good as you said." Ovela pretended to be shy for a while, and suddenly became discouraged: "And you must be comforting me, right? If you don't say anything else, is my biggest shortcoming?

Didn't you see that, Linger?"

"Afraid of the dark?" Linger asked tentatively.

"That's the reason for the curse! I'm not a child who is afraid of darkness!"

"Do you make stupid occasionally?"

"When did I become stupid? Tell me, if I can't tell me, I'll kill you!"

"Ahem, that's arrogant."

"Don't just use the words I learned from Alice! I'm not arrogant, but Ringer is obviously arrogant!"

This is not satisfied, nor is it satisfied, what do you want?

Linger spread her hands: "Then I don't know."

Ovela slapped the table and glared at her, disappointed with the young man's sluggishness: "It's strength, strength!"

"strength?"

"Yes, I'm very weak!"

After saying the most unreasonable words in the most reasonable tone, Princess Beimang herself realized something was wrong, and quickly retracted her fierce expression, retracted her chair, and looked weak and weak, lamenting.

: "I am too weak to help my companions in battle, and even be careful not to become their burden. Isn't this enough? I always think that if I can be stronger

That's fine, that way, you don't need everyone to protect me all the time, you can play your own usefulness in the battle, and you can change some plots that will only make people sad, right?"

At first, it might be mostly jokes, but as she spoke, her voice gradually became lowered, she slowly hugged her knees and curled herself in the chair.
Chapter completed!