"Rou~ly~ "Liu Muxi leaned over lightly, resting her chin on her friend's shoulder slowly, "I~can't~anymore..."

...Is it people who like to pretend to be a ghost or something today are willing to scare someone poor... Yu's heart trembled inexplicably, and then she turned around helplessly and held Liu Muxi's slightly slender cheeks with both hands.

"What kind of things you can't？"

"All~of~them~…"

"..."

Seeing the face in front of her eyes being held up into a strange twisted shape by herself, she resisted the urge to laugh, "Alright, show me then."

"Okay！"

Liu then happily ran back to her seat, pulled out three or four thick and heavy reference books from the drawer, carried them with some difficulty, and put them all on the table of her friend, "Hey hey."

"...Hey you heck. "Yu stared at the stack on the table, feeling a little regretful in her heart, "Are you trying to treat me to death？"

Liu Muxi blinked her eyes, trying to break the steel heart of her friend who was staring at her expressionlessly with her puppy eyes. Until about three minutes passed - by the way, it was lunch break now - Liu Muxi finally felt that her eyes were dry and astringent and couldn't help blinking secretly.

"Hmm, okay... "Yu Ruoling gave up struggling, "What do you not understand？？"

"I don't understand the climate of Monsoon Asia... Help me, Ling...”

Oops, she thinks it's not good..., Yu sighed, opened the textbook and tried hard to help her friend with homework.

...

"Okay~ So India doesn't have winter because？？？"

"Hmm..."Puppy eyes stared at the closed geography textbook in her friend's hand sadly, and unconsciously tapped her chin with the index finger of her left hand, "Because of the mountain？"

"That's right！What mountain？The tallest one...？"

"Everest！！...Himalayas！"

Nice！！！Yu Ruoling's eyes flickered, brightening up the eyes that were originally silent like stagnant water, like obsidian shining quietly under the moonlight, "Then why is there no winter because of the mountains？"

Liu Muxi tilted her head and thought for a while, only vaguely remembering which path of the wind was blocked by mountains. The northwest wind in winter in Japan will turn and come to Taiwan to become the northeast monsoon...but if it turns again, the wind will not be able to enter India.

She blinked her eyes and thought, and even don't need to mention that the wind is blocked by the mountain...

"Because...the northeast monsoon is blocked？"

"You got it！！"Yu excitedly put on Liu Muxi's shoulders. The key point of the exam that needs to be especially remembered in monsoon Asia is the lack of winter in India. There is only a small cool season from November to February of the next year, with little rainfall on the leeward side, unless God arranges that gust of wind to blow into the western part of China, which the extension of the Yarlung Zangbo River in the south - the opening of the plain below the Brahmaputra River in the northeast of India, otherwise India is basically out of the northeast monsoon.

She gave Liu Muxi a compliment, and her friend gave her a brighter smile.

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“Ah, Ling, "Liu approached Yu Ruoling curiously, and asked, "when Sister Wanying came to class last week, she told you that the band was about to start. What is that？"

"Well, it was organized by the church pastor's daughter. I'm the pianist. Last Saturday, the band gathered for the first time, but most of the time was in meetings."

"Cool！What meeting？？"

"Establish a team leader, discuss short-term plans, team rules, and members' responsibilities."

Of course, she didn't express any opinions during the meeting. In fact, it wasn't until the meeting started that she discovered that the other members knew each other except her. They were talking happily, but she had to shut up and be happy on the face.

"Sweet！Do you have a manager or something？"

Yu Ruoling was stunned, and it took a long time to understand that Liu mistakenly thought that this band was an ordinary performance band. She smiled, and couldn't help pinching Liu Muxi on the face, "We are a worship band, and we don't have a manager, but the organizer is the band's consultant, who is responsible for contacting deacons, directors, pastors, and other gospel activities."

Envious... Liu Muxi even forgot to struggle. Her mother is very strict - although Yu Ruoling once commented that it is called control - like the five out-of-school teaching and graduation trips in elementary school, she has never been to one. She was still not allowed to go to the off-campus teaching last semester. She was cooking dinner at home, taking out the garbage, and doing other housework alone. Not to mention participating in group activities, personal time is already very unsecured.

Ling is very lucky, Liu thinks so, just like the victory group in life, no matter which way, she can always get the life-saving talisman of the highest value in her hand. Her friends are almost impossible to be overthrown, and God always seems to be on Ling's side.

Chen Qian is right.

The three characters "Yu Ruoling" are endowed with not only a tenacious personality, but also aliens and mysteries...or a miracle.

She was a little thankful that her first best friend in her life was so interesting. Just standing there, someone would look on sideway.

Ling may not have noticed, but let her say an exaggeration, as Yu Ruoling's closest friend at this stage, Liu Muxi has long been used to this kind of situation.

"Then when will you perform？"She heard herself ask such a sentence, not knowing where the weird expectation came from.

"Dear you, the Arise Worship Band has only been in existence for five days."

*

Still a familiar place. The light here will never die, as long as the soul still exists, the light has reason to continue to exist.

As if it were false, every object here exudes a faint halo, and the light clusters shroud it, bringing almost invisible vitality to the dead things, like a hallucination.

They waited quietly, bright and somewhat transparent, giving people the illusion that they would turn into fly ash and fly away at the touch of a man. A strong sense of emptiness is the main reason for the birth of "unreality".

Black and white are laid out among many objects, and occasionally violet, dark green or golden yellow are embellished, but they are just busy in vain, adding even more unimaginable complexity for sophisticated mood.

In the corner corridor, a palace-style dark room door is slightly opened, and warm yellow tones protrude from the inside.

There is a huge gap between the breath inside the door and the outside, the void is no longer there, and the whole room is filled with a sense of reality. The jacquard style bedspread embroidered with golden and navy blue cloud patterns intertwined with each other, and Fong Xuan, the guard body who spent too much energy and slept in sleep for more than two months, finally woke up.

The room is still her domain, but "outside the room" doesn't seem to be quite so. She leaned on the wall and frowned slightly. On the day "replacement ended" in early January, she clearly remembered that the emptiness in the shared area was nothing more than plain water, and two months later, the negativity had flooded into her place.

"What is she doing..."Fong Xuan spread out her left hand and moved the entire room away from its original position. The light balls and nothingness immediately surged forward, occupying the newly opened space.

She was taken aback, and looked back reflexively at the empty space, only the turbid white mist is slowly flowing. Fong simply walked over, but the mist drifted away from her as if it had self-awareness.

"I am the nemesis of the void."Fong Xuan murmured.

She closes her eyes, a golden silk thread swims out from the center between the two eyebrows, like a living thing circling around her rhythm, split into two after a while, the newly split part of the golden thread flies away from her side, longer and longer in the air longer.

The silk thread became more and more radiant, and then exploded with a loud bang, forming dozens of man-arm-big chains shining with golden color, quickly shackling the mist into large floating balls one by one.

Fong Xuan stood there for a while, but finally did not dare to move back her room where she was taking to a deeper place in the shared area.

"...Okay, "The bodyguard sighed, "It's time to come to work."