Em ...... Obviously so sleepy, but not asleep?

Zhao Bai'an felt that after lying on the bed for a while, he became more and more awake. But there is a sense of relaxation in the body that is difficult to control, very brisk, light and fluttery.

In that case, there's no point in continuing to sleep. So she sat up from the bed.

Hey? This...... What's going on?

Zhao Bai'an obviously sat up, and his gaze had already changed. But the quilt didn't lift because of this, and she saw that her hands were still staggered on her stomach.

Zhao Bai'an was stunned, and turned around suddenly, which scared her even more.

That she...... That Zhao Bai'an was asleep in bed. And Zhao Bai'an looked at his transparent self, and this sense of relaxation seemed to be a feeling of separation between body and soul.

It seems that the soul is really gone.

This transparent Zhao Bai'an slowly levitated into the air, just looking at her with her eyes closed, and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed, and Zhao Bai'an saw that her "corpse" lying on the bed slowly disappeared, and all that was left was her ethereal colorless phantom.

The dormitory around her was blurred as her body faded, and by the time it was clear again, she was in a room.

This room Zhao Bai'an is very familiar, it is Ou Sijia's room. Pure white walls and desks, blue beds, and several pots of small plants in the bay window.

There are succulents, osmanthus and the like, all of which are small potted plants, and the rooms are clean and vibrant.

On the small cluster of low osmanthus cuttings, the yellow stars bloom really well, adding a kind of delicate elegance to the room. I guess it's autumn season.

The whole room is filled with the faint aroma of osmanthus flowers, which makes people feel happy.

Although he has been here many times, the surrounding environment still makes Zhao Baian can't help but feel that Ou Sijia is amazing.

Zhao Bai'an was originally a plant killer, the kind of killer who didn't even want to live with a cactus in her hands, so when she saw someone cultivating plants so successfully, she always felt a sense of admiration in her heart.

Zhao Bai'an's eyes continued to look around, and suddenly a person walked into the door and appeared in front of her, naturally it was Ou Sijia.

Zhao Baian couldn't help but step forward to greet her, but when his hand just touched her body, he actually crossed over. Only then did Zhao Baian remember his ethereal situation.

"Oops!" Zhao Bai'an couldn't help but sigh, and then she was afraid of scaring Ou Sijia, so she hurriedly covered her mouth.

However, Zhao Bai'an's worries were also superfluous, Ou Sijia didn't look back at all, and the other party didn't seem to hear her words.

She must have been completely ignored, as if she didn't exist in this space.

Oscarlett put his hands on his cheeks and tilted his head, as if he was pondering something very important. Suddenly, she got up from the stool and began to rummage through the room, muttering as she went, "I must make a gift that Xiaobai likes, I believe I can do it!" ”

Suddenly, she saw some paper shells piled up on the wall in the room, and she seemed to have an idea that she thought was very good. She blinked, a little uncontrollably excited.

She shook the dusty paper shell twice and placed it on the clean table.

When everything was done, she looked at the newly purchased floral cloth sheets in a daze. The sheets were stacked next to the blue bed, probably because they were going to change them later.

"It's so beautiful...... This one is my favorite, or I can decorate it with this. Ou Sijia said to himself, then picked up the sheet and began to pull it hard.

"Oh, what's going on, I don't believe it yet, I don't believe it!" Ou Sijia pulled the sheet for a long time, and he couldn't pull the sheet, and he was a little angry.

She felt that she had been met with strong resistance to the tugging she had just done, so she blamed all the sins on the head of the sheet for a moment.

She threw the sheet back onto the bed, but the sheet itself was fluttering, and naturally it ended up gently sticking to the bed. Then Osgarard kept rummaging through the matching drawers of his desk.

In a few moments, she pulled out a pair of scissors from the drawer.

She cut it with a merciless knife, only to see that the fine sheet was instantly split in half under the destruction of the scissors.

Osgar put down the scissors and began to tear mercilessly again, a loud bang piercing the sky.

"Tear and pull...... Tear ...... Tearing ......" After a loud bang, a good sheet became torn apart.

Oscarlett looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and she took out a colored pen and began to draw on the torn sheets.

There were hearts, butterflies, rectangles, squares, and many diamonds and triangles, and she looked extremely careful about each piece of rag. She has been known as a handicraft expert since junior high school, and has won many awards in competitions as a teenager. So all these seemingly chaotic steps must have a complete idea in her mind.

She deliberately circumvented the position of the pattern and tried to keep it in the normal shape she had cut, which required a lot of care.

It took a long time for Osgar to do the work alone, and when everything was done, she sat down on her stool a little tired.

Then, he unconsciously wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hands.

"Oh my God, have you become so tired without doing this for too long? Is this the wasted years! ”

Zhao Bai'an watched from the sidelines, although he couldn't see what Ou Sijia wanted to do, but when he heard her monologue, he laughed unconsciously.

Zhao Bai'an suddenly wanted to taunt Ou Sijia, so he couldn't help but make a voice again: "Scarlett, what are you doing?" ”

However, Ou Sijia still didn't react like that, Zhao Baian tried to pat her shoulder again, but the situation was still the same as last time, Zhao Baian's hand passed directly through her body.

Zhao Baian withdrew his hand and sighed helplessly. I don't know how long it will take her to get used to, she's just a passerby in this space, and she doesn't have any autonomy in this space.

At the same time, Zhao Bai'an also found that in this space, in fact, she and Ou Sijia have the same consciousness. However, Ou Sijia couldn't sense Zhao Bai'an, but Zhao Bai'an could sense her.

Anyway, Zhao Baian seemed to understand the meaning of being here. Then from the perspective of Ou Sijia, let's empathize with it!

"Oops! Look at my brain, how I forgot important things! Oscarard muttered to himself again.

She got up from the stool again and began to flip it over, and in a moment she found some harder, colored cardboard and placed it on the table.

Oscarard sat back down at the table, and his hands began to get busy on the table.

She cut the stiffer cardboard shell into equal squares, then picked up the glue next to the table.

She began to wrap some of the remaining strips of cloth that she had just cut and glued them to the edges of the squares.

After the first step was completed, she began to hold the staplers and stapled them all together.

As for the edges, she still wrapped them in the remaining strips of cloth.

The extremely preliminary appearance has been completed, and Ou Sijia looked at the work in his hand, and a trace of pride and pride passed in his eyes. Zhao Bai'an was next to her, and these small details couldn't be hidden from Zhao Bai'an.

Then comes the second step, which requires more detail and patience, as well as small tools at hand.

What was in front of her now was nothing more than an ordinary cardboard shell like a tree, some of which still showed their original color.

Oscarard picked up another small pair of scissors from the table and began to trim the edges. When this step was completed, she found another version of fifty-six colored colored pens, squinted and pondered for a while, then picked out two of them, and began to paint them on the exposed areas.

After applying a layer of base colors, she immediately picked out a few new colors, and continued to paint in the blank space without drafting.

The colored pen kept sliding in her hand, and gradually ordinary paper shells appeared, all kinds of colored patterns.

There are flowers, birds, and all kinds of butterflies flying through it, and although it seems a little chaotic just looking at the details, the whole is actually very colorful.

However, Osijia frowned, and seemed not particularly satisfied with this. There may still be some deviations from the final version in her mind.