Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

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After experiencing the double event of getting off the plane and talking to Fu Xiuran on the phone, Fu Hua suddenly remembered Lin Xinchan, who had been left out of the picture.

So she briefly described her current situation via text message.

The following reactions were obtained.

[Who would agree to such an outrageous request?! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ]

[There's something clearly wrong with Su Qing'an!]

【Aaaaaah, could it be that you'll already be married by the time I get out? Waaaaah, how did Xiaohua get so far ahead of me?】

He harbors deep resentment in every sense of the word.

28. Fu Hua turns the tables and launches an offensive.

Leaving aside the mental shock that Lin Xinchan, who was about to enlist in the army, was experiencing.

As Su Qing'an got off the bus, he silently paid the bill with the banknotes in the girl's handbag, and a desire to acquire money began to arise in his heart.

Even if these currencies will become almost worthless in six months, Su Qing'an will still have a use for them at the present stage when civilization is still maintaining a superficial stability.

At the very least, you can't ask Fu Hua or Fu Xiu Ran for money just to avoid ending up on the streets.

Having already eaten and drunk for free for so long, and having refused the other party's offer of financial assistance, Su Qing'an had no longer considered this option.

However, unlike that ancient eastern town, Canghai City is a land of gold in every sense of the word. As long as he investigates the possible corruption within the city, Su Qing'an can use his abilities to acquire this money, which can barely be considered legitimate.

Before he arrived, he had learned some unsubstantiated rumors about the city online. Naturally, the things that underpin high technology and prosperity are not all glamorous.

Chaos will always exist within order. Even if civilian technology has far surpassed that of previous eras, it is still essentially a tool in the hands of humankind. The only difference is that the methods of exploiting loopholes are more sophisticated than before.

Su Qing'an had no interest in getting involved in those obviously troublesome vortexes of interests, so it would be easier to start from the lower levels.

For example, there are various underground organizations that are rumored and gossiped about, ranging in size from large to small.

It is not limited to human trafficking, information theft, the sale of addictive drugs, organ transplantation, or even a mixed bag of elements such as a death-defying racing club organized by wealthy young people.

Su Qing'an had considered finding weapons if necessary.

Finding weapons of the same caliber as [Calming the Storm] and the substandard Godslayer Armor at this stage is virtually impossible.

Therefore, apart from obtaining a sufficient amount of money, Su Qing'an had no other thoughts in mind.

Although those are just online rumors with little value to believe, after witnessing this city with my own eyes, I believe many things will become clear on their own.

After getting off the bus, Su Qing'an and the girl next to her fell silent as they looked at the rather large school campus.

In front of the school gate, well-mannered security guards stood on both sides to maintain order, while a row of tables and chairs were set up and several teachers sat on the side, seemingly waiting for new students who needed guidance.

Looking out from here, you can see a beautiful stone sculpture in the center of the school. In this artistic atmosphere, the base of the stone sculpture is also engraved with numerous school rules, one word at a time.

From their perspective, several iconic buildings inside the academy stood out. Overall, it could be determined that this was a standard Western European Gothic architectural style, with most of them featuring tall, slender spires and huge stained-glass windows.

This architectural style greatly reduces the weight of the vaults and eliminates the need for thick walls, allowing for windows that are much larger and buildings that are much taller than normal buildings.

Time seems to have bestowed upon this place a sense of historical weight. The large library, standing atop the high steps, is clearly quite old. Ivy leisurely extends from the base of the wall, its verdant color concealing the mottled surface and becoming the library's best natural decoration.

One can imagine that as winter deepens, frost and snow will cover the granite mosaic floor, turning the eaves and dome into a silver-white wonderland. Strolling here at that time would surely be an interesting experience.

Su Qing'an casually struck up a conversation with the somewhat nervous girl next to him:

"Although I already knew before I came that my uncle had found a pretty good girls' school in Canghai City, I didn't expect it to be a prestigious academy."

He had excellent eyesight; the instruments at the academy's entrance were projecting the academy's history, honors, and some events that needed to be mentioned.

After taking in all of this, Su Qing'an came to a conclusion.

This is a long-established private girls' school.

But thinking about it, it's quite normal. Given Fu Xiuran's limited connections in Canghai City, it's much easier for Fu Hua to attend a prestigious academy like this, where the only hurdle is the high tuition fees, compared to the difficult-to-arrange public schools.

No wonder Fu Xiuran began to worry about his daughter's future. The assets he sold to the government for the land would probably be almost gone after paying Fu Hua's three years of tuition.

Fu Hua shifted her toes, gazing at the distant white spire, and whispered:

"What should we do, Master Su? This place is even bigger than the pictures Dad showed me, and it's supposed to be some kind of prestigious academy."

The girl felt completely out of place here, and the sense of security the boy could provide was only available outside the academy.

This is, after all, a girls' school, and Su Qing'an obviously cannot be allowed to come and go here frequently.

Upon hearing this, Su Qing'an simply patted her head. Then, as the girl raised her head to try and shake off his large hand, the young man smiled and pointed to the two suitcases beside him, saying:

"Let's go inside first and then talk."

After inquiring and learning the dormitory number assigned to Fu Hua, the teachers completed some minor information checks and then entered the school.

During this time, Su Qing'an presented his identity documents, which showed that he and Fu Hua were legally relatives, before he was allowed to enter briefly.

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While giving the dormitory supervisor a polite but indifferent nod, Su Qing'an handed the dormitory key she had obtained from her to Fu Hua under the supervisor's kind and warm gaze.

The two then walked up the steps side by side.

The way the boy carried his suitcase was like carrying a thin piece of paper. His casual yet habitual polite attitude, along with other important factors, caused a series of waves in this hallway where only female high school students lived.

Su Qing'an ignored the whispers and curious glances; he had become unaffected by the gazes of others.

But the girl walking shoulder to shoulder with him was completely different; the feeling of being the center of attention made her subconsciously choose to avoid it and lower her head.

Noticing the other person's behavior, Su Qing'an gently whispered:

"Hua, raise your head."

"There is nothing to fear from the outside world. Even if the gaze is full of malice, mixed with killing and primal desires, it is just a few insignificant clouds that cannot obscure the true sun."

"Besides, those children are just curious. You have nothing that can't stand scrutiny. Just like I said before, Hua is very good."

"You will definitely make friends, because as long as the other person responds even slightly, they will gradually understand what kind of person you are."

Su Qing'an made a firm judgment:

"So you can be more confident."

After hearing this, the little girl hesitated for a moment before trying to look up at the girls around her. She earnestly returned their shy yet determined smiles, and the faces reflected in her eyes were almost all filled with innocent curiosity.

Fu Hua then realized that these gazes weren't as terrifying as she had imagined.

She whispered:

"I... am not as good as Master Su said, but perhaps I am not as bad as I imagine myself to be. I will try my best to make friends at the academy, thank you."

Su Qing'an revealed a complex and meaningful smile.

He once asked himself if the happier the girl was at the academy, the more desperate she would feel in the moment when the collapse suddenly took everything away.

Fu Hua's words are indeed beneficial to her at the moment, but if we extend the time frame, will the warmth indirectly created by these words turn into a deadly poison in the future?

When it comes to the people he cares about most, even the smallest details, the young man can't help but care.

During the previous struggle, Su Qing'an realized something: some things cannot be considered only in terms of the consequences of loss.

If one continues to think and make choices in this way, life will become utterly meaningless and devoid of meaning.

Even if Fu Hua feels sad and grief-stricken when she loses these things during her time at the academy, it is unreasonable to deny a girl's right to happiness during this time just because of that.

More than the scars that this period of time will leave, Su Qing'an values ​​how many vivid things the other person can still recall when they choose to look back on their life.

If you choose to keep running away because you're afraid of losing something, then your life is destined to be worthless, because all those past experiences seem nonexistent, like a thin and empty cicada shell.

Su Qing'an chose to believe in the girl's inherent potential and resilience, believing that she would eventually overcome the initial growing pains.

Even if the price is losing the naivety and innocence of the past.

The boy did not respond to Fu Hua's "thank you," but instead said:

"Hua, I've told you before, St. Freya Academy."

Fu Hua nodded and said:

"You said it's on a small island near the Far East Sea, so it must be much bigger than this place."

Su Qing'an's expression softened, as if he had returned to that small island in the far east, standing by the window of the teaching building, basking in the familiar sea breeze.

The boy's every word, spoken, carried an involuntary lighthearted atmosphere:

"That was probably the happiest time of my life. School life is always something I can't help but miss."

"Even though it wasn't a school in the conventional sense, it was probably precisely because of its extraordinary nature that I gained a lot."

Su Qing'an paused for a moment, then continued:

"If I hadn't entered that academy, hadn't stepped into that cruel world, perhaps I would be running a coffee shop in some sunny place now."

"That was the life I longed for most, and it still is now."

He smiled broadly and said without complaint:

"But I don't regret my choice."

Su Qing'an stood at the dormitory door, pushing the luggage through the key-opened door. The boy reached out and gently stroked the girl's silky hair, whispering:

"Many times we have no choice but to move forward; there's nothing we can do about it."

"But you don't need to think about that now."

"I apologize for the long, rambling conversation I had with you without thinking."

"Anyway, enjoy your school life."

The warmth spread from her palms throughout her body, and the areas of her hair that were brushed by her fingertips seemed to become slightly hot, but Fu Hua still did not resist the other person's caresses on her hair.

Because she knew that the time for separation had come, and she wouldn't be able to see the person in front of her again until at least Sunday, a public holiday.

She suppressed her shyness and placed her slightly cool hand on top of his. While he was momentarily stunned, the girl looked at the boy earnestly and said:

“I will remember everything Master Su says. In my eyes, none of it is nonsense, so saying sorry is a no-go.”

"Also... I will live well in the academy, and Su Qing'an is not allowed to worry too much like Dad."

Su Qing'an felt the delicate touch of his warm, slightly cool fingertips on the back of his hand. His heart surged like the tide, and his blood faintly emitted a temperature different from usual, making his whole body feel warm.