Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

"Boom??????!"

The palm of his hand instantly passes through the full moon reflected on the surface of the sea.

Ba Bai frowned and groped for a moment, then slowly withdrew his palm.

Between the palms, the scarlet silk thread was like a wriggling blood vessel, twisting and winding, wrapping Ba Bai's palm little by little.

Anger, pain, despair, struggle, death, hideousness and that....

A small vision of the future.

Countless strange memories pierced the nerves like a tide, like a third person, watching the protagonist's struggle in despair.

"Sure enough..." The

moonlight above his head was still shining, but Ba Bai had a complicated look on his face.

Since a long time ago, Ba Bai has felt palpitating anger and pain on this ocean, but he has never found the source.

Until just now.

On the sea wall that appeared after pressing down the ocean, the scarlet phantom clearly appeared in front of Ba Bai's eyes.

Although it was quickly repaired by the 'future', just that moment was enough for Ba Bai to see clearly what this spiritual ocean contained.

That's memory.

It is the memory of the 'future' experienced over countless years.

He seals these memories, turns them into weapons, and transforms them into oceans to fight against the erosion from the skeleton annihilation.

Just....

Only he could know the pain of doing so.

Past, experienced, joyful, loved, angry, hateful, fearful, struggling, relieved.

All memories are like shackles, forever divided by his own hands, becoming a puppet that only has purpose and useful memories.

"Whew..."

exhaled a long breath, Ba Bai closed his eyes a little irritably, forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart to go back, to find those scattered girls, and once again continued to strengthen his body.

Not saying anything worthy or unworthy will make the 'future' really worthless.

What you can do now is to do your best to improve yourself, and when that final decisive battle comes, win beautifully, find everything that belongs to you, and....

Help him get his memories back.

Under the full moon, the sea is like a mirror, making waves from time to time.

This time is like a long river, washing away the memories in the mind, but making it more and more new.

The sunset of the summer evening and the twilight snow of winter are constantly playing back in the heart.

I just don't know if anyone will occasionally remember everything they experienced together when they were there....

Should... It will....

Subsequently, silence became the only melody.

"You say, is there a possibility."

Willow's eyebrows twisted slightly, Shiye lying on the table, the tip of the pen poked the book irritably, and his eyes looked directly at Yihua in front of him seriously:

"I actually have a boyfriend?"

When the words fell, the wide living room was suddenly enveloped by silence, and even the movement in the kitchen fell silent at this moment

: "..." Erno quietly lifted his head from the kitchen, glanced at the sisters next to Yotsuba, and then withdrew it.

"Silly children, they're all hungry talking nonsense." May took out his bean paste bag with a pitying face, broke half of it, and was about to hand it to poor Yotsuba, but between his gaze, he hesitated again and again, broke half and half of it, and finally handed it to Yotsuba with a generous face.

"Shhh..." Looking at the face in front of him that was not filled at all, Yotsuba took a deep breath, slapped his hands on the table, and his face was full of shock:

"It's worthy of being my sister whose blood is thicker than water!"

"You actually know how to use idioms!" Yihua held the table, her face full of disbelief.

"Do you think I'm stupid!" Four-leaf little face flushed, shot up, serious gaze shifted, fell on Sanjiu who was watching the play on the side, with a trusting expression on his face:

"I need Sanjiu's fair comment!"

Sanjiu: "...|(?????_???`)??? ...|???_???`)...|

Yotsuba: "Look at me!" You're looking at me!! The

laughter ended, and the few people who were studying around the table fell into a state of silence, but almost everyone was a little absent-minded.

"Speaking of which, that one named Futaro Uesugi ... What do you think? In the silence, Ichika raised her head, looked at her sisters, and suddenly asked.

A few people did not speak, Willow eyebrows slightly tightened did not know what they were thinking, but Ernai, who walked to the table with food, took the topic:

"I don't like it, but I don't hate it either."

"That's true." Yihua smiled, then blinked her big eyes and stretched her head like sharing gossip:

"You know what? I heard that the guy made some kind of holy sect, and he has been recruiting people into the sect all this time. "

Holy Sect?" May raised her eyebrows, and her fleshy little face pouted:

"Dad always finds some strange people to be tutors."

Yotsuba: "That's awesome!" (?????????)"

What is it?" Sanjiu, who had been listening quietly, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Yihua was stunned, and suddenly did not react.

"I said." Taking a gentle breath, Sanjiu looked at Yihua seriously:

"Since it is a church, there must always be a god of faith."

"Hey?" Yihua was stunned, scratching the back of her head and thinking for a moment, and then spread her hands:

"I don't know, after all, Kami Sama or something, I really can't be interested."

Saying that, looking at Sanjiu's thoughtful look, Yihua leaned over and asked

, "But Sanjiu is so interested, do you want to take a look?"

"Hey?" His eyes involuntarily widened a little, and after a moment of silence, Sanjiu nodded heavily:

"I'm going."

The two stood up abruptly, and then sat down obediently.

At the kitchen door, Erno held a knife in one hand with a kind smile on his face:

"Let's go after lunch, okay?"

"Oh ??????!"

Looking at the cold light reflected on the knife, Yihua slapped the table angrily, and waved his small hand:

"Sanjiu! You're going too far! Don't you know how hard it is to cook Erna?! "

???...... Ha? Raising his head and looking at the short-haired woman in front of him, Sanjiu's little face was full of shock.

The world outside the window is still lively, but occasionally, it gives people the illusion of emptiness.

It's like, forgot who....

His gaze was holding flowers outside the window and looking blankly at the men around him.

Kasumi Zhiqiu took the teacup in front of him, took a sip gently, and then sighed slightly:

"It's not delicious."

"Huh?" Machida, who was sitting next to him, was stunned for a moment, raised his teacup and took a sip, and then looked at Kasumigaoka in bewilderment:

"It's great, this shop is very well received."

???... It always felt like something was missing. Long hair fell from his ears, Kasumi no Oka tilted his head sideways, and his willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

The tea of this shop, there is no doubt about it.

However, it feels better.

This feeling is very strange, after all, a tea ceremony idiot is judged on other people's carefully brewed tea, and it is inevitable that he will not know how to be evil.

But an inexplicable feeling pressed down on her heart, making her not vomit or be unhappy.

It's as if I didn't drink much tea and was once nourished by better tea.

"Speaking of which, the boy outside is so strange.

It seems that every time we pass here, we can see him waiting for someone with a bouquet of flowers.

In his ears, Machida's voice drifted by, and Kasumigaoka turned his head to look at it, but did not say anything, but heard Machida continue to speak:

"Then again, recently I found that many bachelors I know for tens of thousands of years are always fantasizing that they should have an object, but I can't remember it for the time being.

Haha~~

Damn bastards! "