Compared to the bustling city of Piltover, the Snow Festival in Zaun undoubtedly looks a lot more deserted.

Although the Zaun is no longer the garbage can it used to be, it is difficult for the Zuan people, who are accustomed to living a hard life, to engage in all kinds of social activities in this kind of festival like the Picheng people - they prefer to sort out their year's harvest on this day, and if they can, it is better to look forward to the future.

And as the current supreme leader of Zaun, Ike's Snow Festival is naturally different - when everyone can go home and reunite, he is still in the office.

Interestingly, the Zaun Fans used to be a gray organization, they defended Zuan, but they themselves were not very rude, and petty theft and other things were completely normal.

After the Zu'an Revolution, the Zu'an Lost Children became a force to maintain order in the city, which was not a small change, but everyone adapted to it.

Ike, for example, has become accustomed to using a Z-drive to reverse time and space on a small scale, and then read new information from the faces of politicians over and over again.

Within the confines of time warping, he can be bold enough to try and learn how to behave properly, and it is not a problem to say the wrong thing - the only problem with this for Ike is that the energy required to reverse time and space is a bit too much, which can easily cause serious migraines.

And it was in this migraine that Ike quickly grew from a punk youth to an old fritter with all sides.

The mischievous routine with the imps turns into paperwork and intrigues, and Ike sometimes feels that managing a city is even more difficult than guarding him in the shadows.

Today is the Snow Festival, but unfortunately Ike needs to work overtime for free - as the mayor of Zuan, Ike doesn't have overtime pay.

By the time Ike finally signed the last document and buckled the cap of his pen, it was 10:45.

After saying hello to his secretary, Ike expertly took off his formal attire and jumped straight from the window of the mayor's office.

Ike wanted to get home soon.

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Like most Zauns, Ike's home was destroyed in the war.

Although he is the mayor of Zaun, when Zaun was rebuilt, Ike's home did not receive any special treatment, but became a small detached house.

Taking a shortcut to his door, Ike pulled out his key and twisted the Z-drive.

The key easily entered the lock slot, and with a "click", the door opened.

Ike's parents were surprised to see their child come home before 11 a.m. - Ike was reluctant to go home because of a severe migraine, and more often than not, he chose to live in the office on the grounds of "busy work".

"Welcome home, dear!" Ike's mother opened her arms and gave Ike a big hug, "I thought it was going to be late today......"

Held in his mother's arms, Ike didn't move, but whispered a word in his voice.

"It's back......"

Like many of the strong women of Zaum, Ike's mother's embrace was not soft - before the Zaun Revolution took place, when Ike revealed his extraordinary talent, his parents began to save money.

In addition to the necessary food, Ike's parents used all the remuneration to clear the relationship, and even defaulted on the rent in order to send Ike to the school in Pit.

During that time, the speed at which Ike's parents grew old was almost visible to the naked eye.

Luckily, a timely revolution saved them from that terrible maelstrom – and while they are still working, they are not paid more than they used to be, and they don't have to risk pneumoconiosis to go beneath the mines.

In a truly "down-to-earth" city like Zaun, there are no privileged people yet, and Ike's parents also need to work, which is the most direct manifestation of this.

"Sit down and wait." As if sensing her son's discomfort, Ike's mother let go of Ike, then turned around and went into the kitchen, "The family bought a new cake machine, using one-fifth of your father's salary last month, Picheng goods - you like cakes the most...... Your dad and I like it too. ”

Then, while Ike was still a little cramped, his mother was already busy.

As for Ike's father, he was adding tobacco leaves to his pipe, and then behind the smoke, he looked at his son with a proud face.

The sound of unwrapping was heard in the kitchen, followed by the sweet smell of cream filling the room.

For some reason, Ike was a little sad.

Ike wanted to talk to his parents, but he didn't know why he couldn't do it—he didn't know what he should say, and if he said that there was a difficulty at work, it would cause them to worry; And if you talk about some anecdotes......

Truth be told, Ike doesn't have access to any anecdotes right now.

Just as Ike was at a loss, a rapid cough broke the silence.

"You should smoke less." Ike finally spoke, "Your lungs aren't good......"

"Yes, yes." Ike's father waved his hand indifferently, took a deep breath, and simply extinguished his pipe, "I'm just a hobby......"

"Ike also said, you have to smoke less!" Ike's mother interjected at the right time, "You've been coughing all the time lately, how bad is that!" ”

"Cough is an old problem, what does it have to do with smoking!"

"Why doesn't it matter, the doctors have said it's related......"

Ike finally relaxed, and the cake was quickly ready - when the sweet cake was served, Ike almost forced his parents to take a bite.

Then, just as the cake was being pushed in front of him, Ike quietly twisted the Z-drive.

Time warp.

In the next moment, Ike was once again standing at the door of his house, key in hand.

This time, instead of opening the door directly and entering the house, he chose to take out the work diary he had with him and quickly jotted down a line.

"Contact the doctor and get my father checked for his lungs."

Closing the notebook, Ike twisted his neck and rubbed his temples vigorously.

The migraine is a lot better – at least temporarily.

"Come on, Ike~"

"You can!"

Adjusting himself to the best condition, Ike finally inserted the key into the lockhole.

This time, when the door opened, in the slight stunned eyes of his parents, Ike took the initiative to open his hands and gave his mother a big hug.

"I'm back!" Ike's tone was full of lightness, "And - Happy Snow Festival!" ”

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