Teyvat Survival Guide

Oh, it’s so hard to get the perfect attendance award.

Also: The previous chapter was not coded, and because of writer’s block and laziness, I’ll just leave it uncensored for now.

However, I have finished the second subject test, and I will resume updating tomorrow to see if I can make up for it before the end of the month.

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The following are short stories with various word counts:

1. Samuel's appearance description:

In the highest sky, a noble young man descended to the earth like an angel. He was wearing the gorgeous robes of the Pope and a dazzling crown on his head, shining with holy light. His white hair was like silver, dancing in the wind, as if telling of his holiness and transcendence.

His eyes were full of determination and kindness, as bright as stars. Every blink seemed to contain endless wisdom and power. He gently flapped his white wings behind him, and every flap of his wings carried a solemn rhythm, as if showing the world his sacred mission.

His figure was upright and elegant, like a messenger from heaven. His presence made people feel endless peace and tranquility, as if all suffering and sin could be redeemed in his presence. At this moment, he was the holy light of the world, illuminating every corner.

2. Crazy literature:

What author? (panicked) (turns off the phone) (looks around) I am not the author (panicked and hides the phone)

Behind him) (pretending to be calm) (trying to walk closer to explain (falling down) (getting up in a panic) (falling down again) (anxious) (grabbing your trouser legs) (panic) I am not the author, please don’t look down on me, please don’t stop playing with me (panic) I…. I am really not the author (eyes darting around) (terrified) (crying) (rolling on the ground) (thinking of the phone behind him) (dropping the phone) I… I am just a reader passing by, I am really not the author…! (going crazy) (making a sharp explosion)

3. Previously copied Bengtie Fafeng Literature:

When I met up with my sister yesterday, she asked me point blank, “What team do you play for Star Iron?”

My heart tightened, and I was a little panicked: "Just, the one who is doing well recently."

The girl's eyes showed a little interest and asked, "Destroy the three Cs?"

I quickly explained in a low voice: "No."

"That must be Emperor Xiangwu, right?"

"no......"

"The pursuit team? That's okay too?" the girl asked excitedly.

"No, I..." I was so fidgety that I didn't dare to look up. My toes were pointing perpendicular to the ground and I felt like they wanted to drill through the floor.

"Quantum Team? That's a little hard to ask..." The girl looked surprised.

In this era, it is rare to find players who are willing to play unpopular and weak teams. They either have problems understanding the game or are mentally ill, which is quite pitiful.

Feeling her concerned look at me, my body trembled violently like a sieve, my cheeks felt hot, and my head felt dizzy.

I was sweating profusely, holding down my trembling legs tightly, clenching my teeth, and using the last bit of strength to squeeze out a few words from my throat:

“No, and no!”

?Although the sound is very weak, like a needle dropped in a noisy dance floor, I guarantee that this is the loudest volume I can shout at at that moment.

As soon as this sentence came out, the girl opposite her changed her expression instantly.

She seemed to be in disbelief at what I had just said. Her expression was solemn, and after a long pause she spoke:

"So...what team are you playing on? It seems like these are the only ones in the whole game?"

Every word in the girl's words was like a huge hammer hitting my fragile heart again and again.

?I stood there in a daze for a long time.

I was tortured by this soul-searching question for a long time.

Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears of grievance squeezed out stubbornly from the corners of my eyes:

"I, I play dot..."

As soon as I heard dot, the noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of my sobbing and sniffling.

I felt the pity in the eyes of the people around me, as if I saw a poor disabled orphan with Down syndrome dragging his frail body begging on the street.

Those looks made me feel uneasy. I covered my face tightly and lowered my head, not daring to let others see how miserable I looked.

?At this time, my face was washed with tears. I held tightly around one of the legs of the girl who was about to leave, refusing to let go. I was performing a wonderful farce in front of the onlookers, like a clown.

But I still shouted with all my might, trying to defend myself: "The damage is just a little bit lower! So what! It's not unplayable! There will be a promising future! The planners will provide an environment!"