Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

"So how did I lose?"

The blonde girl stood beside the stream outside Inazuma Castle. She ran down and opened a treasure chest before climbing up, looking curiously at the man next to her who had rolled up his trouser legs and was soaking his feet in the cold stream water.

Su Ming raised his head and yawned, his eyes moist, "Because your thinking is wrong."

"Thoughts?" Ying looked at the compass in her hand that she used for the game with a confused look on her face, and asked in confusion: "But I was really observing the violation carefully, and then arresting people."

Along the way, she didn't even let go of the butterflies on the roadside, and even went to the corner of the wall to observe the stones.

Hearing this, Su Ming sighed heavily.

He propped his head up with his palms and closed his eyes, saying, "You should think about the consequences first, and decide what to do after you understand your position clearly."

"You need to catch three people." Su Ming had been up all day and night, and said with his eyes half closed: "You know these three people very well, why don't you guess where we are hiding?"

Ying tilted her head, looking serious, "I actually thought about it carefully, but because you are here, I dare not think about it."

Who knows where Su Ming can lead a decent person?

The serious master Diluk is now suspicious every day. He feels pity for Su Ming and is wary of disasters. The only thing left in his mind is thinking about who the next CP will be.

Although Zhongli seems calm, he is actually the one who can best follow Su Ming's train of thought. Ying has seen the two of them standing in front of the door of Yaedang and commenting on light novels more than once.

"No matter who you play with, you must first figure out your purpose." Su Ming patted Ying's head, fished a pair of cool feet out of the stream, and put them into slippers. "The same applies to fighting."

Hearing this, Ying was slightly startled.

It seems so.

"You seem to be very experienced..." Ying frowned slightly and followed Su Ming, "Have you taken many detours because you didn't know your purpose clearly?"

"No." Su Ming said casually, walked slowly towards the rented house, and whispered: "What detours are there to make money?"

Ying narrowed her eyes and looked at Su Ming with her crescent eyes, "I suspect you are mocking me."

"Get rid of your doubts." Su Ming chuckled and casually took out a bunch of flowers and handed them to Ying.

Ying's cheeks turned red, and she was stunned, "You...you...why did you give me flowers?"

Be careful or your brother will beat you up!

Hearing this, Su Ming rubbed his temples, his eyes swept across the red rose held in Ying's arms, and he took out a recipe and stuffed it into Ying's hand, saying softly: "You invited Miss Noelle out, you should remember her birthday, right?"

There is not much difference between roses and roses.

fluorescent:……

The redness on the blonde girl's face quickly faded, replaced by a look of confusion, "You don't interact much with Noelle, how come you know her birthday?"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and walked towards the courtyard, saying softly, "It's just a favor."

Ying nodded solemnly and glanced at the recipe. "I understand. I will prepare a gift for Miss Noelle later."

"But..." Ying held the flowers in front of Su Ming, raised her head and asked seriously: "So when is your birthday?"

Su Ming was slightly startled, and his sleepy eyes opened a crack, "Sea Lantern Festival."

It’s not very wonderful, the Lantern Festival and my birthday are on the same day and cannot be celebrated separately.

Ying stopped, her face slightly red, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.

Su Ming never said it, and she never asked.

"Let's go." Su Ming patted Ying's head and said, "I'm going to go to the kettle and have a good sleep. Remember to call me when dinner is ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming's figure disappeared.

The melancholy in Ying's heart dissipated, and she was filled with confusion, "So what did he do last night?"

Didn't you go out and do something bad instead of sleeping after playing mahjong?

"Noel-"

Paimon's powerful voice came from the alley nearby, and Ying turned around in surprise.

Miss Noelle, who was praised by everyone in Mondstadt, was bending over and hiding behind a wooden box. She shrank back after meeting Ying's gaze.

Paimon rushed around, holding his hands over his eyes and looking around.

Ying glanced at the beautifully wrapped bouquet in her hand, then stuffed the flowers into the pot.

I'll deliver it in the evening!

……

"Is he awake?"

"Probably not."

"Falling asleep again, are the intervals getting longer?"

A slight breathing sound was heard, and Su Ming's rationality, which was immersed in the braised pork, returned a little.

My eyelids felt a little itchy, and the little sleepiness I had disappeared again.

The moment Su Ming opened his eyes, his pupils constricted, and the time between waking and dozing off was rapidly compressed.

Three heads gathered together, up, down, left and right. The one with orange hair was holding a strand of black hair and drawing magic on his face.

"You guys..." Su Ming looked at the heads in front of him speechlessly, "What are you doing?"

"You fell asleep again!" Paimeng stared at Su Ming with wide eyes, the white hair on his forehead swaying back and forth, "What do you want to eat this time?"

As soon as the words were spoken, curiosity and anticipation flashed across the eyes of the people in the room.

Su Ming was slightly startled and turned over from the bed.

He touched the ring on his knuckles, picked up the crumpled letter from beside the pillow, lowered his head and quickly wrote down the recipe, then opened the store to exchange for some spices.

Ying took the recipe and ingredients skillfully, "Is this it?"

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded, and then turned his head to look at Tartaglia, "I will take Tok and Tonya back tomorrow night, you'd better play with them more."

"It's the winter..." The young master was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Su Ming rubbed his shoulders and said softly: "It's the old man's birthday, go back and give some to Mora, and by the way..."

"By the way?" Ying frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Su Ming looked at Tartaglia who was sitting beside the bed, then looked at the girl who was bending over beside the bed, and then looked at Paimon who was floating on the bed and secretly pulling her hair.

After a long silence, Su Ming took a deep breath and said, "By the way, I'll go back and explain that I'm not really committing a crime, and I'm not a scumbag."

"Then I have to go back too?" Tartaglia sighed and lay lifeless on the edge of the bed, "Although I really hate scenes where politicians and wealthy businessmen gather together."

On the side, Ying frowned slightly.

According to her travel experience, when she arrived at the Kingdom of Winter, she might have to disguise herself and sneak into the banquet to steal things, and then be caught by Su Ming on the spot...

"If you want to go back, go back. If you don't want to go back, just send the gift to me." Su Ming climbed out of bed and put on his coat, with a hint of silence in his voice.

"Giving gifts...but you took all my money." Tartaglia rolled his eyes and walked out with his neck shaking.

Ying sighed and walked slowly to Su Minghu's kitchen.

"Huh?" Paimon looked at the menu and asked in confusion, "There seems to be some words at the end..."

The blonde girl was slightly startled and looked back.

The big characters written with sharp strokes are majestic and powerful, and only the three words "dear" can show a little warmth in the whole article.

[Dear son, it’s my birthday, Mora, understand?

Note: You, the scumbag, got beaten, understand? 】