Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 259 Students of the Epistemological School: 6

Not long after, in the city of Sumeru, in Farusian's room.

"In short, that's pretty much it."

Mu Feng raised his hands in a standard Dharma salute, afraid that the emotionally agitated senior lady might accidentally give him a heart-to-heart talk.

Although the wise master Ken once taught us that we should be open-minded, and the three great masters Abe also said that we should learn to be open-minded in our dealings with others.

But then again, there's an old saying in Liyue: "Shang Yang knows a horse's strength, and Bi Gan sees a person's heart."

Such an opportunity for heartfelt and candid conversation is better left to a certain drunkard in Mondstadt to experience.

No need to thank him, that's just how Mu is—always happy to help others. Although my surname isn't Lei, you can call me Lei Feng.

As the wind rose from the ground, the bard, who was fast asleep with his wine bottle in his arms, suddenly felt a chill and involuntarily shrank back.

Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine...? That doesn't make sense. Could it be that I was caught stealing Morax's liquor last time?

The boy groggily opened his eyes, took a big gulp of the cider in the bottle, and then drifted back to sleep.

Never mind, I've already drunk the wine. If a fight really breaks out, I, Wen, can put up a 40/60 chance against Morax.

So what if I got knocked out six times in four minutes? Worth it with a bottle of Morax's best wine, hehe.

Someone passed by in the distance, and the bard vanished like a wisp of breeze, leaving only an empty wine bottle beneath the tree.

Judging by the time, the traveler's story is about to begin, and the wind is ready to record an epic.

Dandelions take flight with the wind, drifting towards an unknown distance. So, let me join this journey once again.

Hey... there's one more thing. Before joining, let's go to Angel's Gift and have a drink of Afternoon Death, shall we?

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Barbatos happily went to the tavern to slack off, but on the other side, someone who was barely alive was still racking their brains to make amends for a heartless system that only took responsibility for simulations and not for cleanup.

After a period of silence, the simulated version of "Joyful Ah-Ha" is making a limited-time comeback. Today, we bring you another cosmic comedy about my apprentice on the same space station trying to take me as a sugar daddy!

The embellishments are temporary additions, the plot is subject to verification, and the authenticity is completely nonexistent.

All I can say is that the great Pleasure Star God is too comprehensive. He thought that the next time he would probably use an excuse to make up for it, it would either be to go to the Black Dream Hotel to listen to the concert of the world's biggest stars, or to use a rocket launcher to pop popcorn at the Möbius strip and the Thousand-Person Tibo.

Red head, mask, black pot and pants, my name is Aha, remember that.

Farusan loosened her grip on the bowstring little by little, gently closed her eyes, and a look of relief appeared on her tense face.

Still the same as before, completely unserious...

However, looking at the entire Sumeru, he is probably the only one who dares to be so disrespectful to Senior Falushan.

The scales in my heart kept tipping, and even the unbelievable miracle of being brought back from the dead was no longer important at this moment.

Deep in her heart, the girl had already eagerly accepted this answer that only existed in her dreams, and she was happy to accept it.

But she remained hesitant, fearing it was all a hoax and a scam, after all, she had witnessed his death.

He held the bow and arrow not out of defense, but out of fear and anger, because no one could desecrate his image in his memory.

However, she seems to have received a satisfactory answer.

"There's one last question. Answer me."

Farusan's pale green heterochromatic eyes reflected the familiar figure. She took a step back, raised her bow and arrow again, and a subtle, almost imperceptible cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Listen carefully, where did we first meet, and what did you say to me, senior?"

The longbow in the girl's hand was imbued with wind elemental power, as if it would be released the moment he answered incorrectly.

Mu Feng remained silent, Mu Feng pondered, Mu Feng was drenched in sweat.

He encountered the unconscious Farusan by chance near the Red King's Tomb, but as for what he said as the first thing upon meeting her...

It's like a girlfriend throwing a tantrum and asking you how many strawberries were on the cake you ate when you first met two years ago.

He couldn't sleep no matter what he did, so he got up and looked at the words for half the night before he could finally read between the lines: the whole page was filled with the words, "It's over."

He strongly suspected that Senior Farusan was deliberately retaliating. By the way, does the system have a rollback and recording function? Please help!

The system was happily eating a bucket of cyber popcorn that had just come out of the rocket launcher; that was truly a life well-lived.

With the dog system unreliable, Mu Feng felt utterly hopeless.

Could it be that I'm going to become the first transmigrator to be killed outside the battlefield by a woodcutter's axe? That kind of thing is inexhaustible!

Master Lu, the sage who cultivates people, said, "I have two paths before me, one is a dead end, and the other is also a dead end."

Although he held power and was not afraid of wind arrows, when he fought with his seniors, he was either injured by the wind or caught a cold.

Farusan stared at Mu Feng's flustered expression for a long time, then suddenly pursed her lips slightly, and her serious expression vanished.

Seriously, where did your smooth talker go?

Her tense body gradually relaxed, the girl lowered her bow and arrow, and her gaze softened.

"Hmph... Disrespectful! You should call her Senior Farusan!"

She turned her head away, turned her back, dropped the bow and arrows in her hand, walked to the bedside and sat down, seemingly sulking.

But if you look closely, the girl's slightly upturned lips are hidden behind her long, flowing hair, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Mu Feng immediately understood, and then sat down behind Farushan and started massaging her shoulders. He knew how to respect the elderly and care for the young.

First, let's talk about the elders: Siegwen is four hundred years old, Fufu is five hundred years old, Nasita is five hundred years old, the senior is one hundred years old, and so on...

As for Aiyo, Klee, Yaoyao, Zaoyou, Kachina... cough cough, don't misunderstand, he is a gentleman.

Let's start by showing care for elderly women living alone.

"Hmph, you disappeared for so long without permission, and you still know to come back? Do you even know how much you owe on your thesis?"

"Watch out, or your seniors might kick you out at the end of the semester!"

Farusan threatened fiercely, but her light green heterochromatic eyes held a gentleness that was not intimidating at all.

"Oh, it turns out that seven years have passed, and the senior still hasn't been willing to remove me from the list. I am truly honored."

Mu Feng was not intimidated by the girl's flustered behavior. Instead, he circled her light blue hair and turned the tables on her with a smile.

"...smooth-talking, just like before."

Farusan was speechless, puffed out her cheeks in anger, turned her head away, and ignored Mu Feng behind her.

He upset her as soon as he got back. Doesn't he know how to respect his seniors? She must have been blind to have fallen for him.

However, deep down, this familiar banter gradually calmed her previously anxious heart.

Mu Feng smiled, brought over some coconut charcoal cakes from the side, pushed them towards Farusan, and put one in her hand.

Farusan turned her head and gave Mu Feng a light glare before picking up her breakfast, which was a way of accepting his gesture of goodwill.

Forget it, considering he came to find her as soon as he returned to Sumeru, she, the senior, will let it go.

The sunlight slanted slightly, streaming through the window into her palm. The girl squinted, revealing a long-lost smile.

Perhaps it's because it rained; the weather is quite nice today.

But... isn't it like you've forgotten something?

The girl shook her head. Oh well, it's not a big deal anyway. She'll think about it again in a few days when she remembers.

Breakfast continued, while on the other side, in the Epistemological classroom of the Church of Christ, 6 scholars had been waiting anxiously all morning.

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