It was the day before the start of high school in Japan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The morning breeze gently blows through the soft curtains, making the room feel a little cooler. And on the big bed under the window, there is a graceful girl. This girl's sleeping position can't be said to be elegant, but it can't be said to be too ugly, if the head is covered by the quilt and most of the body is basically exposed, it can't be considered ugly, this should also be a sign that Luo Yan is sleeping comfortably.

The alarm clock rang abruptly, playing a wonderful (well, monotonous) ringtone, which made Luo Yan stretch out his smooth arm, like a lotus root-like texture, and gently pressed the alarm clock, so...

Turned his head and fell asleep again.

This makes me, the historian who told the deeds of Lord Luo, can't help but feel sad, sighing at the adult's eclecticism, is it really good to end the beginning of a story so easily?

As if hearing my sorrowful scream, there was a knock on the door, and my mother's voice came: "Luo Yan, you are sleeping lazy again, right?" Hurry up and prepare for tomorrow's needs, why can't you get up on your own every time..."

The voice faded away.

And there was a muttering sound from the bed expressing his displeasure.

"Hey, mother-sama, I'm just getting up slowly, slowly..."

So Luo Yan suddenly bounced up from the bed, but there was a feeling of getting up from a trampoline, but as the quilt slid down, her delicate face was exposed to the sun, which made her squint. I'm sorry that as a priest, I can't describe the beauty of the adults at that time, because I really couldn't think of the right words to describe the feeling of that moment, because my eyes were attracted to something else.

Jingu Luo, she sleeps naked.

In other words, the impression at this moment is no longer a beautiful face, but the exclamation of Venus, as if the gods were just born, which is intoxicating.

(I'll secretly release the information about Luo Yan in the related.,So,Don't think about seeing three-dimensional or anything in the text)

After dressing up and washing, Luo Yan and his mother had a nutritious morning conversation, and then they flipped through the emails on their mobile phones while carrying out today's breakfast.

"Ah, the editor of the lightning strike library is so annoying, he is urging manuscripts all day long, is there only manuscripts left in this world..."

"Well, I haven't submitted the original manuscript for this week's {Heart of Time} yet..."

"Oh, oh.,Morisama is actually a freshman at a private Ginkgo Gakuen high school like me..,But why haven't I been in touch for a long time..."

Okay, at this time, we must clearly explain the setting of Shengong Luoyan, this freshman classmate.

Jingu Luoyan, 16 years old this year, 1.66 tall, weighs 55kg, has always been a stable student from elementary school to junior high school, and is also a leader in appearance. In junior high school, he met at Xilingshan Middle School and claimed to be [a genuine magician who is over 500 years old in the world] and called himself "morisummer", oh no, Dansheng Gu Mori Xia, and the two gradually became close friends, but after the summer vacation, the contact between the two gradually broke off. Now, just tomorrow, Luo Yan will meet [morisummer] again, in that new high school life. It made her look forward to it.

This is a phenomenon that manifests itself in the student role, but what about the other aspects?

{Yuluo Yu}, to be honest, this pen name makes me feel very strange, but if I complain like this in the otaku circle, whether it is otaku otaku or novel readers or manga suitors, they should jump out and hit me on the head. After all, what I'm complaining about is a powerful newcomer who is not inferior to the predecessors.

has a place in the lightning strike library, and the name of the evergreen tree in the juvenile pmuj {does not fall feathers} all shows her strength and outstandingness. It is precisely because of this that his parents are very relieved and tolerant of Luo Yan, of course, not to the point of connivance.

It's just that this kind of Luo Yan can't help but make them a little worried, after all, it's flying too fast, it's really a very tiring life.

Finally finished breakfast, still thinking about how to delay the manuscript Luo Yan received a call she didn't want to answer at this time, when she saw the call, her face instantly white as paper [although it was not much worse], but she couldn't directly refuse the phone, the corner of her eye had seen that the eyes of the mother were looking at herself, and if she refused to answer, she would be asked by her mother, Luo Yan sighed and answered the phone.

"Moxi Moxi, is it Teacher Luoyu?" On the other end of the line came a gentle voice.

"Well, that's right, it's me...", this was Luo Yan's unconfident answer.

"Then may I ask Mr. Luo Yu, do you want to owe the next manuscript until next year?" The gentle tone sounded no less than the urging Grim Reaper.

"I'll submit it right away, okay, well, that's it, bye-bye." With Luo Yan's rapid tone, she hurriedly hung up the phone, trying to escape the interlocutor she thought {Demon King}.

As the phone hung up, Luo Yan's face regained a little blood, but then the voice of the mother made her walk on the ice again, "Are you delaying the manuscript again, I am very familiar with this voice... It sounded like the voice of editor Nakamura..."When she turned her head, she found that her mother was listening to her conversation on her mobile phone next to her, which made her newly gathered blood dissipate again, and she let out a sobbing syllable: "I just want to take a break..."

So he was hugged in his arms by his mother, "Then take a break, you are flying too fast, Luo Yan, your father and I are afraid that you will fly away soon, fly farther away..."

Luo Yan leaned quietly in his mother's arms and whispered the word:

"Hmm."

At this time, the phone sends a prompt for a new email.

"I'm sorry, my lord" Luo Yan gently broke free, raised his mobile phone and said, "When I finish this, I will have a good rest." “

"Then I'll have to prepare, a harbor will always be a harbor." The mother regained her relaxed expression, no longer the reluctance she had just now.

Open a new message, the sender {Time Funeral Song}.

She couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly opened the email that attached to her fate.

The email was short, only two lines, but it seemed to put her in the eye of the storm.

"1. Congratulations, your lifespan in any world is only to the time of your 18th birthday, once you arrive, you must return, this is the law of the world leaf."

"2. When you return, please be prepared to answer the questions, after all, this is your choice."

"Then, I wish you good luck."

Suddenly, it rained heavily.

Just like her, the heart of the Divine Palace.