After the knock on the door, there was a thick female voice:
"Your Highness Sylvie, are you there?"
Sylvie knew right away that the person standing outside the door was her personal maid Miley.
"What's the matter, Miley? It's not lunch time yet, um... I'm reading." She stuffed the newspapers into the quilt, and then pretended to take a copy of "Princess Self-cultivation" from the bookshelf.
"Your Highness Sylvie, something of yours has been sent to the palace." Miley said.
"What is it?" Sylvie was a little curious. No one had ever sent her anything before.
She jumped out of bed and trotted all the way to the door. When she opened the door, she saw the maid Miley holding a delicate box in her hands.
"Your Highness Sylvie, this is from your brother, saying it is a birthday gift for you."
Birthday gift? Sylvie took the box, wondering in her heart, her birthday had already passed a few days ago.
Miley excused herself and Sylvie returned to the room with the gift box.
She opened the outer layer and found a small metal box inside. There was a note on the box:
"Dear Sylvie, I'm sorry that I have only sent you your birthday gift now. This was originally a surprise I prepared for you. Open it and take a look. I believe you will like it. Xilinliu."
With strong curiosity in her heart, she carefully picked up the small box, which was slightly larger than a palm.
Opening the lid of the box decorated with various colors of agate, there is a dark green drop-shaped gem lying quietly on the soft red cloth strip.
Mom... Sylvie suddenly thought of her mother.
This was exactly what her mother always carried with her, and it was her most cherished treasure.
…
On the outskirts of Floating Light City, Moonlight Church.
The bright sunshine shines on this magnificent church, and everything looks so sacred.
A kind old man wearing the white robe of the patriarch sat in his seat, with a mirror engraved with mysterious patterns in front of him.
The mirror was dark and reflected nothing.
A string of obviously processed old voices came from it, colliding in the quiet church:
"Ajang, you don't seem to have taken the goddess's instructions to heart at all."
The kind old man named "Agen" still smiled: "Haha... No one can deny my loyalty to the goddess, not even you, who is also a bishop."
"Oh? Haha -" the old voice smiled tremblingly, "But, my arrangements in the Magic City are almost completed, but what about you, Patriarch?"
"You don't have to worry about it, Lord Bishop. Just look forward to the moment when the goddess comes to earth. I will be the first angel to accompany the goddess on her walk."
"Very good, that's very good," said the mirror.
…
Jiang Qiao tried his best to pretend to be sick in the room. After a while, it wasn't until Li Wan shouted again that he slowly walked out.
In Li Wan's extremely suspicious eyes, he opened the courtyard door.
"Teacher, why are you here?" Jiang Qiao stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his voice "weak".
"Can you let me in for a glass of water? I've been walking for more than half an hour!" Li Wan said.
"Oh..." Jiang Qiao quickly welcomed Li Wan into the house.
"Oh, I can't tell that you are so tidy. The last time I came to your house, it was still a mess." Li Wan glanced around the room and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah." Jiang Qiao rubbed the back of his head and laughed dryly. Of course he couldn't say that this was all due to Cheng Ruoxi.
Li Wan put the fruit and milk she brought on the table, and then sat down on the sofa.
"Teacher, why do you bring so many things?" Jiang Qiao asked.
"You said you weren't feeling well. Didn't I come to see you?" Li Wan looked at Jiang Qiao, "Are you really sick?"
Seeing the situation, Jiang Qiao immediately coughed twice.
"Okay, okay, stop coughing." Li Wan smiled, "I'm going to cough up the disease later if I'm not sick."
"As a student, I can understand why you don't want to go to class sometimes. If you are too tense, you should relax."
"That's right, that's right." Jiang Qiao nodded with a smile.
"But..." She changed the subject and put away her smile, "If you don't get into the top three in the school next monthly exam, I'll put you to the test!"
"Ah?" Jiang Qiao was suddenly startled.
Good guy, no wonder you are so reasonable. Are you waiting for him here?
"Teacher, it's not necessary. Who can always guarantee the top three?" Jiang Qiao looked helpless with his face on his back.
"Cheng Ruoxi!" Li Wan said matter-of-factly, "And she has always been among the top three in the city."
Jiang Qiao opened his mouth but had nothing to say. He really had no way to refute this.
At this time, a message was urgently broadcast on the TV. It was the message about the mysterious man who broke into No. 1 Middle School and committed a violent act.
When Li Wan saw this, he immediately reacted.
She said to herself: "Look at my brain, I almost forgot."
Then, she looked at Jiang Qiao: "The school just held an emergency meeting, um, about your personal safety, and then notified us to hold another meeting for the students."
"I came here this time to explain this matter to you..." Li Wan looked at the TV again, and the worry on his brows was clearly visible: "You have also seen that violent incidents have been really frequent recently..."
Unexpectedly, the news spread so quickly, and it made the front page headlines less than an hour after it happened... Jiang Qiao thought in his heart.
Seeing that he was silent, Li Wan thought he was a little scared, so he comforted him and said:
"It's okay. Our school is still very safe. There are so many security guards. Even if it's not good, there is still me as a teacher... I have practiced as a teacher."
…
After seeing Li Wan off, Jiang Qiao looked at the big bag of fruit and a box of milk on the table and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
There was more warmth in his heart, and that warmth turned into countless electrical signals and rushed into the depths of his soul, as if consciously.
The chemical periodic table vaguely revealed its outline, which seemed to be something like a tree trunk.
…
On Saturday night, Xiao Hei sneaked into Jiang Qiao's house like a visitor, meowing at him, and his crystal eyes became even more lively.
Jiang Qiao suddenly thought of a good idea. In about an hour, it will be time for self-study in the afternoon and evening.
He wanted to pick up Cheng Ruoxi after class, just like she had picked him up before.
After telling Xiao Hei to watch the door carefully, Jiang Qiao went out.
The streets are crowded with people, especially on Saturday nights, when the city's nightlife has just begun.
It was a bit cold at night, and most of the people walking beside the Jiangqiao were wearing thick clothes. There were couples in pairs, and there were also couples with children.
After checking the time, he saw that there were still about ten minutes before the end of get out of class. He saw from a distance that a series of stalls had been set up in front of No. 1 Middle School, gradually forming a small-scale night market.
Taking advantage of the time when students are out of class, stall owners can also make a little money.