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A warm breath filled the small room, dew moistened the tiller, the strings of a musical instrument swayed and plucked someone's song, and the sparrows flapped their wings and flew into the sky.

It is rare for a ferocious beast to be gentle. It crawls along the stream, savoring the sweet and refreshing gurgling water, and listening to the songs that sound like crying, chanting and singing. Those are the larks with the most beautiful voices, flying by in groups, startling a chorus of soft singing.

It’s pure love and it feels great.

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The next day, Celie got up a little late and was urged by Zanze twice outside the door.

Working late last night was just one of the reasons.

More importantly, Ivan didn't want to get up, and Celie, who was lying in his arms, also fell.

Laziness is such an evil thing it's contagious!

Really abominable.

Celie would never admit that she stayed in bed while resting her head on Ivan's arm because she was enjoying the familiar feeling.

But just like a diligent young writer seeing the deadline approaching, even if he wants to linger in the gentle land, he has to get up and face it.

Fortunately, now Celie only needs to sit in front of the dressing table. Her loyal male servants and loyal husband will take care of her dressing and combing her hair.

Ivan opened the wardrobe in Celia's room, took a quick look, and found two familiar sets of clothes among a large number of colorful dresses.

One set of xl and one set of s.

The two people's high school uniforms.

The classic blue and white sportswear, to those with low EQ, has no personality, but to those with high EQ, it is a piece of amazing clothing that can truly reflect one's appearance.

But whether you have low or high EQ, it is irrelevant to this school uniform. The most important meaning is that it carries the youth of countless people.

Whether it looks good or not is another matter, but it is very comfortable to wear whether you are exercising or studying.

"Wow, I can actually see this outfit in another world. I almost thought I was trapped in an illusion again."

Ivan decisively took out the two sets of clothes and said to Celie, "I didn't expect you to have such thoughts."

"Don't get me wrong."

Celia explained, "I just think it's comfortable to wear this uniform when the weather is a little cooler. There's nothing else to it."

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 4: Role Playing and Attack Speed ​​Increase (k)

In his previous life, Ivan was just an ordinary student in high school, and he was a bit of a poor student.

My Chinese compositions are always off topic, I have to guess at the answers to my English listening comprehension questions, I can never solve any big math problems, I can never balance the chemical equations, and my biophysics skills are even worse. Looking at all the formulas is like looking at a book written in heaven.

I usually daydream in class, take a nap intermittently, and occasionally sneak a peek at miscellaneous books, most of which are borrowed from the school library. I don’t feel bad even if the teacher finds out and takes the books away.

But there are some books that I really want to read but are not available in the library, so I have to save some pocket money to buy them.

I remember one time when I was in math class, I secretly watched "Dragon Tribe 3" and burst into tears when I saw Eiry's death. The math teacher was so scared that he thought a student had a mental breakdown. He was in a panic for a while, and finally saw a corner of the book page hidden in the desk.

Bad news, the book was confiscated.

Good news, as long as you can get 120 points or above in math in the next monthly exam, you can get it back.

So Ivan was blessed by the goddess of luck. He scored 125 in the monthly math test. After the results were announced, he walked into the math teacher's office with his head held high to return the book.

"No, you really dare to ask for it?"

The math teacher was shocked. In all her years of teaching, she had never seen anyone dare to ask her to return prohibited items. Parents were always asked to pick them up at the end of the semester.

But I returned it in the end, but told her that such leisure books could only be read after class and not to let her get hold of them again in the future.

Just by retrieving the confiscated items from the meticulous and serious math teacher, Ivan gained the title of "brave man" in the class, but it was just a teasing title. Although there were living people all around him, he always felt like he was living like an NPC.

No, he is not as good as NPCs. At least NPCs have a meaning of existence, but he just muddles through his life. The only interesting thing about his uneventful youth is fishing and fighting wits with teachers in class.

In the end, after thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge, even if he reached the first-tier line, he was still a member of the reserve team. After graduation, he became unemployed and was created into another world in a car accident.

If high school life in the previous life was like the long and boring whining of an innocent-eyed young man, then in the illusion world, because of the appearance of Celie, the gray world seemed to come alive.

Surrounded by NPCs, he finally had the energy to re-examine himself, analyze himself, understand himself... and become like a living person.

Listen to the classes that you used to hate!

Learn from the textbooks that you used to hate!

I don’t care about physics, chemistry, math, geography, I’m just going to study, study, study!!!

But just having three minutes of enthusiasm is not enough. The most comfortable thing in life is to have like-minded people on a long road, and classmate Seliya is the best study partner.

Even when it appeared during the fishing lesson that day: "You want to mate with me?"

"Yes, I think so!"

It was such an awkward straight-talking conversation, but Celie still accepted Ivan's financial aid despite her own lack of basic education.

After all, it is actually quite difficult for her to study on her own. She knows everything from domestic textbooks, but the thing to be prevented is self-study.

But everything has its pros and cons. Doesn't this anti-self-learning feature allow Ivan to get along with Celia smoothly for a long time?

What does it mean to fall in love over time? This is what it means to fall in love over time. We can learn together!

Learning makes me happy——

Even a highly encrypted textbook can be completely cracked with the combined efforts of the two! !

Just imagine, in that quiet library, the sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow.

Celie was flipping through the book in her hands intently, her brows slightly furrowed, occasionally biting the tip of her pen, lost in deep thought. Ivan tilted his head, gently tapped the pages with his fingers, and whispered his insights to her.

The two people's hair shone in the sun, and their breaths intertwined, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere. Occasionally they would smile at each other, just like flowers blooming in spring, pure and beautiful.

"What were you thinking about that took you so long?"

With her hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a high school uniform, Celie waved vigorously in front of Ivan and even stood on tiptoe because she was not tall enough.

So cute~

Ivan came to his senses and put his hands directly under Celia's armpits, picked her up like a child, and spun her around in the air.

A "well" character appeared on Celie's forehead, and she stared at him with dead eyes and said coldly: "You, do you want to die?"

"I would be willing to die just to be able to look back on the good old days with such a lovely wife!"

Ivan is now also wearing a high school uniform, so the whole picture looks like a pair of youthful high school lovers playing around.

"Dad, Mom, breakfast has been ready for a long time, and you are still... rude."

Zan Ze had just opened the door when he was deeply shocked by the scene and silently closed the door again.

"Hey, how long are you going to hold me up like this?"

Celie stared at Ivan intently. If looks could kill, Ivan would have been chopped into pieces by now.

"It's come to this... Let's go eat."

At the dining table, Fulilian and Aura had already arrived. After distributing the food, Zanze sat down. Although he was eating, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Ivan and Celie.

He really wanted to laugh, but was afraid that laughing would make him die ugly. He wanted to return to his normal appearance, but he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising.

Fulilian and Aura's attention was also focused on the two people, especially their strange outfits.

Fulilian said, "Celiai, is this the clothes you made? It looks very convenient for battle. Can you make me a set?"

Aura, who was standing by, suddenly felt that the atmosphere had become much more solemn, and in his ears, he seemed to hear a strange background music of Lillian coming to his door on a strange two-wheeled vehicle in a certain illusion fragment.

The source of all this pressure is naturally Celia!

Could it be that Fulilian had violated some taboo? Obviously, that particular dress didn't look good.

Aula couldn't understand it, and adhering to the cautious principle of speaking less, doing less, and listening more, he didn't make any comments.

"If you don't want to send it, forget it."

Anyway, if she really wants to do it, she can do it herself, it's just a little troublesome.

Fulilian did not make any further demands. She labeled the other party as "stingy" in her heart and then concentrated on eating breakfast, enjoying the feeling of the delicious food blooming on her taste buds.

Delicious, love to eat.

After breakfast, Fulilian went outside to practice magic. This was the homework assigned to her by Volame, and she had to complete a certain amount of training every day.

If you are comfortable for a long time without exercising, God will take away your talent.

As a target...

No, it's a sparring partner. Aula is the perfect choice. They have similar abilities and even the same age.

"Come on, Aura, today's training is close combat." Fulilian gathered her magic power at the front of the staff and stretched it into... a clothesline?

"Huh? Close combat!?"

Aura wasn't quite understanding. "As a magician, the correct thing to do is to distance yourself and counterattack, right? And why does your weapon look like a clothesline? While there's always a shortage of niche weapons, this clothesline of yours... isn't it too niche? You're going to use it against a warrior?"

Those who can rush up to the magician are usually powerful warriors. Engaging a warrior in close combat is too disrespectful to the opponent.

"Of course, it's not about winning by close combat. If a warrior gets close to you, you always have to have a way to counterattack. This will also be very beneficial to you, Aura."

Fulilian said mercilessly: "Aside from your strong magical power, your combat ability is dismal. It's time to make a change."

If it was the previous Aura, she would definitely scoff at Fulilian's theory. You know, obeying magic is a competition of who has more magic power. What else can she practice if she doesn't cultivate the total amount of magic power?

But now that she has been defeated by Fulilian and Ivan in succession, her heart of Taoism has also been broken.

Food is the original sin.

The strong should humiliate the weak!

A one-handed sword condensed with magic appeared in Aura's hand, and he charged towards Fulilian.

Fulilian raised her staff with multiple forked branches and intercepted the opponent's blade, just when Aura thought a wrestling confrontation was about to begin.

With her other hand, she pulled out a small silver pistol from her bosom, which exuded an aura similar to that of the staff.

"boom!"

With just a light press of the finger, the magic bullet prepared in advance was automatically fired at an extremely fast speed and hit Aura's chest.

Of course, since it was just a practice, Fulilian did not kill the opponent. The magic bullets stored in advance were loaded with magic to transform into a cat.

"Meow meow meow!"

The purple cat protested and turned restlessly on the spot. After three seconds of control time, it turned back into Aula.

"You're not fighting in close combat at all! You're not magical at all—"

"How is it not magic? I am using a wand to cast magic," replied Fulilian.

"Aura, times have changed. In addition to the old-fashioned staffs, there are also newer wands, which Ivan calls scientific wands. They can pre-make magic bullets."

"Is it so powerful!"

Aula was immediately envious. Such a convenient thing was too suitable for her, a useless fighter.

"Where can I buy this kind of scientific staff?"

"Don't you have any? Ivan gave it to you for free."

Okay, I feel sad.

Different treatment again.

Ever since coming to this parallel universe, Aura felt that she was being treated unfairly everywhere. Ivan always asked her to do whatever she wanted, and she had no way to escape.

I can't even commit suicide.

I can only whimper and try to please the other person while fantasizing about the feeling of freedom.

"Let's do it again, Aura. This time, get some stone puppets to attack me."

One-on-one close combat is relatively simple. After blocking any attack, take out your gun while the opponent is not paying attention. Use American Iai style. One shot can kill the enemy, and multiple shots can kill the enemy.

But group attacks are different. Enemies come from all directions, and you often end up in a state of losing sight of the big picture. To solve the problem, in addition to breaking through weak points, you can also use large-scale killing magic with yourself as the center.

Aura formed several stone golems to surround Frillian, but he did not hold out hope for his teammates. After all, they were planning to take a break after the battle, so why would they go into such a high intensity?

Why should you use all your strength when you can be lazy?

If you feel tired, you can just rush to Fulilian and get "killed" by a bullet. The main point is a performance.