When I gently opened the music box, a monotonous and sad music filled the whole room, but on the mirror of the box, the girl dancing with the tune was already gone.

Outside the window, snow fell, like a funeral dedicated to the world by the gods.

That day, I shed the last two lines of tears in my life.

Bury you and buried the whole winter.

“We have no gods to pray for, and even so, I hope your journey will be smooth.”

For some reason, I suddenly thought of this sentence.

I thought it would be long in school, but after a series of events since I entered the school, I realized that the school year was half over.

Today is December 24th, Christmas Eve.

Although this is a Western festival and it is impossible for schools to have a holiday, students still enjoy the festive atmosphere. Giving gifts to each other is naturally indispensable.

"Don't you go to class?" Yan Yurou looked quietly at me who was inactive and leisurely, curled up beside the fire and was playing with psV, wondering.

That's right, I'm staying in the club's activity room at this moment.

"Please, I'm not really here to attend class." I was so angry that I came early this winter and it was so cold outside that I wouldn't be idle and go to class."

“…”

Yan Yurou didn't speak, just staring at me silently, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

"I said..." I put down the game console, and the classmate kept staring at me like this. I couldn't concentrate at all, so I started chatting in Balabala, "What exactly did you think?"

"Hmm?" Yan Yurou tilted her head, not understanding what I was talking about.

"The above asked me to stay here for a year to investigate the relationship between this school and the forces behind Chen Bumi. Now it has been more than half a year and a lot of things have happened, but there has been no progress on our mission... And it is incredible that those guys with no limits have no concerns about this mission. I wondered, if I stay like this for a year and leave empty-handed, what is the significance of this mission? A waste of my youth!"

Yan Yurou answered me with a straightforward answer, "I don't know". I was speechless. You don't know why you are here. You really think it's an experience of campus life?!

But no matter what, since there are no hard indicators above, I am still happy to spend the last half of the period lazy. As long as there is nothing big, I am too lazy to take the initiative to investigate anything.

"Dongdong!"

Someone is here.

I blinked at Yan Yurou, meaning that she wanted her to open the door... Hey, what does it mean to show such helpless eyes? Even if you look at me like garbage, I will never move half a step in this warm quilt!

"Here you come." Yan Yurou just opened the door, and what caught her eye was a large bouquet of bright red roses.

"Wow..." I looked over with interest.

"Goddess! Happy Christmas Eve!"

This classmate, it is normal to give gifts on Christmas Eve, but you blatantly give roses at school... is it purely for death? And, is it to this Sanwu Girl?

The club is a little distance from the teaching building, and no one stays on the school road in the middle of winter. In order to make the beauty smile, I came here to send flowers. I have to say that my courage is commendable.

"Thank you for your kindness." During the time when Sanwu was in school, her aura that kept people thousands of miles away seemed to weaken a little. She was pretty good with the girls in her class. Although she still didn't like to talk much, it was at least much better than the time she had just arrived.

Not only me, but now Yanyurou has changed. Perhaps this is the charm of the school? The years of youth always subtly change all of us.

At this time, Yan Yurou's gaze moved away from the rose and stopped on me, "But you should keep this flower yourself."

He saw Yan Yurou's actions, looked at me jealously, and then smiled: "Okay, but this time I came here to express my admiration for the goddess, I also wanted to ask the goddess to do me a favor."

Yan Yurou frowned and said nothing.

"I want to ask you to be my model," the boy said.

Model? Yan Yurou and I were slightly stunned.

"That's right. I am an art student. I want to submit a work I am most satisfied with to the teacher at the end of the semester, so I thought of you."

I see……

The reason why Yan Yurou and I were a little surprised by this classmate’s request was of course not because of how bold the classmate’s idea was, but because... someone said the same thing to Yan Yurou.

The man is Gu Zichen, 21 years old. The boss of the world-class mercenary group zero-risk security company, currently lives in the UK.

Many people speculate that at the age of 21, he is already the leader of the world's three major mercenary organizations, so how powerful is he?

Actually, it’s not... Gu Zichen has no background, his parents are both farmers.

The reason why he is so rich and powerful is simply because at the age of 19, he had the ability to make all psychics and ordinary people in the world jealous of them - the "Golden Law".

The Golden Law gave him powerful luck and endless wealth, making him, an ordinary guy who could not be more ordinary, become one of the most powerful people in the world overnight.

Speaking of this, I have a sentence about MMP: Damn, why is this kind of good thing not my turn? I am the protagonist, okay?

Later, due to the mission, I met Yan Yurou at the celebrity banquet he held. When this guy saw Yan Yurou for the first time, his former homeless gene was resurrected.

"This beautiful lady, I wonder if you are willing to be my model?" Of course, the model Gu Zichen mentioned cannot be the model mentioned in the field of painting, but a model in the fashion industry.

Let me ask, the first thing a otakus who gets rich overnight is what he wants to do after he becomes rich... Hehe, anyway, I would have such a thought if it was me.

Yan Yurou was not as restrained as she is now. To this world-class otaku, she calmly said a word to him in front of all the celebrities:

"roll."

Then... there was nothing. After all, it was a public place, so Gu Zichen was not easy to do. Until the banquet ended, he ordered his subordinates to force Yan Yurou to take away.

The final result was that Yan Yurou and I beat Gu Zichen's more than a dozen mercenaries and then escaped.

It seems that since then, we have never had any contact with this family. No matter how powerful his power is, we dare not extend our hands to the head of the hanging sword.

"I'll think about it." At least for now, her rejection method has become very tactful.
Chapter completed!