Arknights' Lock of Heaven

"Big brother!" Upon seeing this, the Doctor immediately reached out and grabbed Xia Yu's arm tightly. "Take me with you!!!"

328 Invites you to the breathtaking Golden Theater

"I can't save him, goodbye!"

Faced with the doctor's desperate pleas, Xia Yu simply spread her hands and started selling!

If you hadn't been digging up the little rabbit's embarrassing past, she wouldn't have been so furious.

Xia Yu originally planned to find a violin for Amiya and invite a few people to join in so she could have a good audience and make the child happy.

Since we still have so much time left in the holiday, we'll just wander around Siesta from here.

Let the kid have a blast at any amusement park, movie theater, water park, or beach.

As a result, you, Doctor, insisted on courting disaster, and look, Amiya is angry.

Now that things have spiraled out of control, you've come to me?

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, the doctor walked ahead dejectedly, his face filled with despair.

When Amiya saw her like this, her stern face softened.

"How about you accompany me, Doctor?" she asked tentatively. "You know how to... um..."

"...I can't do anything," the Doctor said, closing his eyes in despair. "Amiya, please forgive me, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Amiya hesitated when faced with her pleading.

Xia Yu raised an eyebrow at this, then walked over to the professor and encouraged him, "Since you don't know anything, then you should at least put in the effort."

Upon hearing this, both of them looked at him simultaneously.

"Including preparations and venue. Since Amiya wants to make it bigger, three or five people gathering in a room won't do. You need to find a venue."

"Then you also need to contact the operators to see if anyone is interested in performing. You'll be in charge of the statistics and arrangements, and you can also act as the host."

"besides……"

Seeing that Xia Yu was about to continue speaking, the professor's head was about to explode.

Brother! Look at the time! It's past 11 a.m. and all this stuff needs to be done by tonight... You might as well just kill me!

Sensing her resentful gaze, Xia Yu shrugged.

There wasn't supposed to be so much trouble, but who told you to be so cheeky and flirt with Amiya?

See? Now that something's happened, if you don't take responsibility, who will?

While they were exchanging glances, Amiya was also somewhat conflicted.

Well, to be honest, the idea of ​​having the doctor put on a show or organize a gala was something she suggested out of a bit of embarrassment and anger after watching him excitedly reveal her little secrets.

Now that I think about it carefully... hey, it's really unrealistic.

There's no way around it, the time limit is there.

Or... should we just forget about it?

"Hmm," Amiya thought to herself, watching the flustered Doctor.

The PhD student should have learned his lesson by now, right?

Otherwise, just don't make things difficult for her.

"Amiya, let me think about it," the Doctor said weakly. "The venue... the staff... and the program..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Xia Yu's sleeve tightly, as if to say, "You can't escape."

"Well, maybe we should just forget about it," Amiya tentatively asked, looking at the two of them who seemed rather worried. "I was so naive. It's not that easy to prepare something like this..."

"No!" Before she could finish speaking, she heard Xia Yu and the doctor retort in unison, "You're not just ignorant, you're too sensible."

Xia Yu sighed and said slowly, "If Amiya wants a party, just leave it to us."

"Even if it's just a matter of putting things together, I can still come up with dozens of different shows for you, so don't worry."

At this point, he confidently pointed to himself, "I am the entire theater troupe by myself!"

Just kidding, it's just a performance, right? With so many Spirit Origins and their own familiars, they can pull off all sorts of amazing feats.

For example, you can create a story about a king's execution by simply adding Louis XVI and Sanson.

Or how about The Count of Monte Cristo, or perhaps a Sherlock Holmes-esque research in Scarlet?

Or perhaps he's seen the complete Phantom of the Opera, and could simply load his spirit origin to recreate the scene—the spectacle would be absolutely stunning!

There are countless tricks up her sleeve, if Amiya wants to.

"Just enjoy yourself," Xia Yu shrugged. "Leave it to me."

At that moment, the Doctor and Amiya looked at Xia Yu's confident appearance and couldn't help but shudder.

The first time I saw him so confident was in Chernobyl.

Then a meteor fell from the sky, and the entire Ursus Third Army was vaporized on the spot. To this day, Ursus doesn't dare to say much, only that it was a natural disaster, absolutely a natural disaster!

It couldn't have been a man-made disaster, absolutely not!

Then, in Letania, this time they were a bit more restrained, but they still mobilized two ancient families whose status was second only to the Electors overnight to transport supplies like beasts of burden.

The third time... in Kazimir, as everyone saw, the political situation in Kazimir underwent a complete reshuffle on the night of the bloodshed, yet no one dared to say anything.

Now, he's sporting that same confident expression, saying it's just a performance...

Whether others believe it or not, the PhD certainly doesn't believe it!

As for why... well, if that bastard really causes a big scene, wouldn't I be the one to clean it up?

The workload has increased dramatically. Would you believe it if you were in that situation?

Anyway, I don't want to.

Seeing this, the Doctor looked at Amiya for help.

Coincidentally, Amiya thought the same thing.

No one can question Xia Yu's abilities, but who can blame him for always managing to give you a big surprise without making a sound?

Although these actions didn't have much impact on Rhodes Island, and he could suppress them on his own, to be honest, they were still somewhat beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Putting everything else aside, the images he showed me back then were enough to crush a whole bunch of so-called special effects movies...

Amiya is the leader of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals! She doesn't want Rhodes Island, already known as a suspicious armed group, security company, and assassin organization, to also be associated with a film production company...

Perhaps the annual meeting would be interested in this, but Rhodes Island really has no intention of expanding into this area of ​​business...

It would be so much better if we just focused on being a pharmaceutical company, at least for now.

"Maybe... let's just forget about it," Amiya hesitated for a moment, then advised Xia Yu, "I was just saying that in anger. Who told the Doctor to be so careless with his words?"

"Besides," she lowered her head shyly, "my skills are just average, and so many people are watching..."

"I'm so sorry..."

"Alright then," Xia Yu said, shrugging.

He was just trying to make Amiya happy. If she really wanted a big show, he would definitely make it happen; if she didn't, then so be it.

Hearing this, both the Doctor and Amiya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Xia Yu, I'm so sorry. You've gone to so much trouble for me, and I still..."

"No, stop!" Hearing this, Xia Yu reached out and flicked her forehead.

"Ouch," Amiya clutched her forehead again.

"I told you, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Don't worry, we're here to protect you now, you don't really need to be so mature."

"You should play and have fun like other kids your age occasionally. Once you grow up, you probably won't have that time anymore."

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Xia Yu stared blankly at the room packed with people.

Then he turned to look at the doctor.

The latter gave him an awkward smile.

“Look how popular Amiya is!” She turned her head and pointed at the crowd. “I just asked if anyone wanted to hear Amiya play the violin…”

"And then they all came, right?" Xia Yu sighed and looked into the room.

The handsome old man, Herag, remained as meticulous as ever, chatting casually with Saria.

Ifrit, standing nearby, looked at the violin in Amiya's arms with shining eyes.

Operators Exusiai and Thorns chatted casually, with Exusiai doing the talking and Thorns providing occasional answers and nods.

It was clear that the latter was somewhat uncomfortable with this friendly fellow Iberian.

Or perhaps, Jijing's personality is too optimistic for the Iberians.

After all, most of their memories are not pleasant, and the pain that the Great Tranquility brought to Iberia has not yet subsided.