Drip!

In the early morning, Zhang Zi'an heard a soft sound in the haze, opened his eyes a slit, and saw that the laptop on the desk was starting, π curled up in the swivel chair with his legs in his arms, opened his mouth and yawned, and his nose-clamping glasses reflected the startup screen of INDOS.

Since π started writing online articles, he woke up early every morning, earlier than Zhang Zi'an, and he was in a hurry to enter the background of the website to check the data.

Zhang Zi'an put on his clothes and sat up, quietly got out of bed, and came behind π.

π looked back at him, squeezing out some smiles, a little nervousness and anticipation written on his face.

It entered its username and password, entered the work management area, and the moment it saw the number of collections, it was discouraged, and its nervousness and anticipation turned into disappointment.

π has written more than 20,000 words, but there are only 9 collection data in the background, 0 recommended votes, more than 20 clicks, and the most important thing is that there is still no sign of signing.

Zhang Zi'an patted it on the shoulder and told it not to worry, calm down, and not think too much.

π nodded reluctantly, opened the ord file, and typed: It's okay, when I'm done writing, if no one reads it, at least I can read it to everyone.

Zhang Zi'an also smiled and nodded, but he didn't think so in his heart - how could it be okay? He saw the π writing process in his eyes, it sat in front of the computer from morning to night every day, if it wasn't for him going upstairs to remind it, it wouldn't even stand up and move, it would have been sitting and staring at the screen, flipping through the nameless book from time to time, finding the past from the book, and then compiling it into a story and writing it in a ratio of seven points to three parts of the truth.

He has always believed that there should be a return for paying, and if π is writing like a ticket, it will be forgotten, but it is not, it is very serious in writing, and it is necessary to show more people the story of the pet store and everyone.

Zhang Zi'an bent down and typed: π, I went to check, the number of books in each category at the starting point is different, you write about the city, the city has the most books, the editor may not have time to see it, don't be discouraged, come on!

π nodded again and typed softly: I'll do my best.

It didn't just talk, it jumped out of the swivel chair, staggered into the bathroom, took off its glasses, splashed a handful of cold water on its face, and instantly woke up from sleep.

Zhang Zi'an prepared special towels for each elf in the bathroom, with different colors and patterns, and no one except Richard used them indiscriminately. Xinghai's towel is dark blue, Fina's is golden, Lao Cha's is brown, Snow Lion is white, Richard is gray, Pegasus is yellow, and π's towel is embroidered with cartoonized numbers that can be distinguished at a glance.

π dried his face with his own towel, returned to the swivel chair and sat down upright, using his increasingly skillful fingering to play in the ord—"Chapter 15: The Observer of Fate."

Although he was a little sleepy, since he got up, Zhang Zi'an simply didn't lie down anymore, anyway, he was worried about π, and he couldn't sleep even if he lay down.

When he saw that π was already engrossed in writing, he stopped bothering it, but opened the bedroom door and walked out. Xinghai also got up and slipped out after him.

"Xinghai, are you going to play hide and seek?" he casually closed the bedroom door and asked softly.

"Meow woo~ Does Zi'an want to play?" Xinghai stopped.

"In a moment, I'm going to clean up first. Zhang Zi'an smiled, "Xinghai will go play first." ”

For a moment, he wanted to ask Xinghai and ask Xinghai about the future of Ming π, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back - if he knew clearly what would happen in the future, then what was the meaning of life? Just like Forrest Gump said, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to taste.

Xinghai seemed to guess his thoughts, "Meow ~ Zi'an, π doesn't need Xinghai's help, what it needs is everyone's help!"

Everyone's help?

Zhang Zi'an thought that Xinghai was talking about Fina, Lao Cha, and Richard, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Xinghai asked as if changing the topic: "Meow ~ Zi'an, do you think your life is interesting?"

"Okay, I think it's interesting. Zhang Zi'an admitted.

"What about before you go back to Marina City?"

"Much more interesting than then!"

Before returning to Binhai City, Zhang Zi'an was just one of the ordinary 9-to-5 office workers, with a dull and uneventful life, and when he returned to Binhai City, he was mistaken for a martial arts master and was respected, and went abroad to participate in cat exhibitions and personally participated in the filming of the movie, which he did not dare to imagine before.

"Meow~π is writing about your life, and it has been artistically processed. ”

Xinghai went around in a big circle, and Zhang Zi'an only then understood what it wanted to say - his life is very interesting, and what is written according to his life will not be so boring that no one reads it, not to mention that there are many elves in his life, such as Xinghai, Fina, Lao Cha, Richard, Snow Lion, Pegasus and π, but readers have not had a chance to meet each other.

"Okay, thank you, Xinghai. Zhang Zi'an said with a smile.

Xinghai turned around and was about to go downstairs, and said as if he had just remembered: "Meow~ Zi'an, the power of π's faith is dissipating." ”

His heart sank when he heard this, he had known about this since π first appeared as an elf, but he thought it was due to the separation of π from the Nameless Book, since π had retrieved the Nameless Book, then the power of faith should have stabilized, right?

Zhang Zi'an said his thoughts.

"Meow~π is π, and a nameless book is a nameless book. Zi'an, time is running out for π, and he needs to reunite the power of faith as soon as possible. After Xinghai said this, he quickly ran downstairs and played with Wendy and Miku, who had just gotten up.

Xinghai's words sound inexplicably familiar, like "There is not much time left for the Chinese team" - whenever this sentence appears, the Chinese team basically ends in tragedy.

It turns out that the nameless book and the π are two sets of belief systems from different sources, that is to say, the nameless book and the π probably come from two different thought experiments, but they just happen to complement each other, but the power of faith cannot be interconnected.

He remembered that the Navigator Elf had said before that if the power of faith was not enough to maintain the elven form, the elf would disappear. Although Lao Cha's power of faith is also draining, it is losing very slowly, and since Xinghai specially warned him, it seems that π's power of faith has reached a precarious point. π is an elite-level elf, and his strength is already at the lowest level among the elves, if he doesn't make any changes, the consequences may be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zi'an suddenly had a strange thought - if the dissipation of the power of faith will cause the elves to disappear, what will happen if the power of faith continues to condense?