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

After reviewing his extensive knowledge and making relevant judgments, Su Qing'an concluded that the characters on the screen were somewhat similar to Latin script.

After briefly taking a picture with his phone to look it up, he finally understood the specific meaning of the characters above.

Time may pass, but decay may only affect the skin. But abandoning passion will surely lead to the decay of the soul.

The boy suddenly realized why the pendant looked familiar.

On the afternoon of her first day at the university, Su Qing'an deliberately browsed the academy's forum and official website, and inadvertently saw the list of third-year students who had been recommended to several well-known universities.

The boy naturally wouldn't remember all the names, but he knew that the pendant was a gift given to these outstanding students by the academy.

...This girl must be very hardworking.

He recalled the old and worn-out style of the thin coat, the few coins lying at his feet, and the cheap cell phone that, though broken, still revealed its low price.

The boy's gaze was slightly cold; it was as if he had come to understand the so-called tragedy once again.

The weight of tragedy can never be summed up in a single sentence; the hope and dreams it contains are like stars that have dimmed and fallen silently.

Countless brilliance and radiance were extinguished at the moment of tragedy, and Su Qing'an found it difficult to describe the feeling when she imagined these things about to happen all over the world, repeating them countless times.

He hadn't understood things deeply enough when he was in Changkong City, but when the disaster struck, the boy gained a profound understanding while trying to forget these tragedies that seemed to have nothing to do with him.

later.

Only now does Su Qing'an realize that she has never been able to escape.

Those things were laid bare before my eyes, bloody and raw, telling me the cruel reality time and time again.

Why did Su Qing'an tell Fu Hua on that Ferris wheel that his reasons for fighting were no longer pure?

Because, unlike the initial desperate escape, many other factors gradually filled in the reasons for the battle during the escape.

The more you carry, the more painful it will inevitably become.

The boy silently put the pendant into his pocket, thinking he would inquire about it when he had time.

Even if there are countless tragedies in the world and one is powerless to change them, it is not a futile effort if one can find some solace for oneself and the deceased.

Su Qing'an glanced at the time displayed on the clock and had already decided to finish her class and leave work early.

"Not many people will come today," he murmured, but he didn't feel disappointed.

Because the boy had vaguely realized a fact.

That is, becoming a teacher, a profession that inevitably involves interacting with people, might be a mistake.

When he looks at the scene filled with black ash and ruins, the empathy that wells up in his heart will only be more overwhelming.

But Su Qing'an didn't regret it. If she refused to start anything because of the potential negative consequences, it would just be a simple escape.

And now, the only thing I can't choose is to escape.

Let's wait another fifteen minutes and then leave.

After making this decision, Su Qing'an decided to sit behind the podium and look at the lesson plan for a while.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A soft, rhythmic, polite knock interrupted the boy's original plan.

“Come in,” he said.

Oh, someone really did come. Looks like I'll have to go back later to spend time with little Seele.

Thinking this, Su Qing'an turned her head back.

The girl stood prettily outside the half-open door, and only after receiving permission did she obediently walk into the classroom.

After entering, she first looked around the room curiously, then her gaze settled on the boy's stunned face, and she said softly:

"Um, are you Teacher Su?"

Before Su Qing'an could continue to be stunned and answer, the girl pulled off her red scarf, revealing her face and fair neck, which had been mostly covered.

Her emerald green eyes carefully examined the teacher's beautiful face, and she couldn't help but wrinkle her delicate nose, which was a little red from the cold.

Although she had already confirmed most of the information when she saw the information on the official website, the fact that Xiaohua's boyfriend was a teacher at the academy still made her completely certain of the answer only after meeting Su Qing'an in person.

No wonder you were so unwilling to talk about it; was it because of this taboo relationship?

A lively smile appeared on the girl's face:

"Although I had already seen the teacher's appearance in the photos on the official website, I was still surprised to find that he was surprisingly young when I met him in person."

The dappled shadows of evergreen leaves fell on the huge French windows, and sunlight poured into the spotless room like water, casting the two people's shadows of varying lengths.

Her words were so distant yet so close, that the boy momentarily thought he had fallen into a self-created illusion during meditation.

is fake.

But it's true.

Su Qing'an remained silent, gazing at the girl's face and silently reciting her name in his heart.

A myriad of emotions welled up in his chest, and the young man found it difficult to articulate such a vivid feeling.

Fifty-five thousand years later, he met her.

For Su Qing'an, it was a comfort.

It's more of a form of torture.

Because you see, as long as this person has a place in your heart.

How could you possibly want to see her born in such a hopeless and dark era?

[It's been a while, not too long, Yuno Sato.]

Su Qing'an regained his composure, and under the girl's questioning gaze, he whispered:

"You must be Sato-kun. Please take a seat."

Class is about to start.

Yuno Sato, carrying a bucket of miscellaneous drawing tools, sat obediently in the front seat of the classroom.

The boy turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard for the only student. Standing behind the podium, he introduced himself again to the familiar girl:

"Nice to meet you. My name is Su Qing'an."

42. Su Qing'an was powerless to do anything.

We met but did not know we had met before.

But compared to this fact, the rest of the current situation is the real culprit behind the sorrow.

Although the boy felt a fleeting surge of joy, he was overwhelmed by a deep sadness.

Aside from calling out the other person's surname directly, Su Qing'an did not reveal any clues or unusual behavior that indicated he knew the other person beforehand.

Sato Yuno herself didn't notice anything wrong.

The reason is that although Su Qing'an, who was standing on the podium as a teacher, looked very young, her indifferent expression and the distance between them made her a little nervous. As a result, the thoughts of shipping couples and watching the show in her mind slowly disappeared as the other party spoke in the empty classroom.

Even if she later realizes that something is wrong with being called by her surname, she will probably attribute it to other reasons.

Sato Yuno introduced herself as follows:

"I'm Sato Yuno from Class 5, Grade 1. Nice to meet you."

Su Qing'an naturally had no idea of ​​the original motive behind this person's visit.

He had no idea that Yuno would be Fu Hua's roommate, let alone dig out the real reason behind it.

In the boy's eyes, the way the girl came in carrying a bucket of tools showed that she genuinely wanted to study the elective course.

Then I can only focus on my studies.

In fact, Sato Yuno was indeed interested in art electives; otherwise, she would have had a hard time noticing Su Qing'an, who was lurking in the corner.

As a popular elective course, the other art teachers' classes were almost always full, but the newcomer Su Qing'an was completely unknown, leaving the classroom empty and making the girl secretly regret that she had come today.

In a few days, with Teacher Su's appearance, she will attract a lot of onlookers. It will be much easier to satisfy my curiosity then than it is now.

But her daydreaming was quickly interrupted. With only one teacher and one student, this one-on-one format made it much harder to get distracted.

Su Qing'an's melodious words seemed to be infused with a mysterious power, and the girl gradually became immersed in the rhythm and meaning of his words, as if a vast ocean was directly enveloping her and pushing her to an unknown distance.

This caused all the lingering thoughts that Sato Yuno had at the beginning to vanish as the course started.

A wonderfully smooth feeling washed over me.

Unconsciously, I followed his thoughts, unconsciously picked up my pen, and unconsciously remembered every word and meaning he said.

Before I knew it, the class was coming to an end.

Sato Yuno had never taken such a strange class before; the passage of time was so silent and imperceptible in the subtle interplay of ink and brush.

This is not due to superior teaching ability or skill, or rather, these are only a small part of the factors.

The real reason lies in that overwhelming personal charisma.

You can't lose focus in front of him; it's as if this isn't a normal art class, but rather a flight to the sea of ​​truth.

No one can choose to refuse to learn on this flight.

This is far more effective than tying you to the top of the Eiffel Tower in the freezing wind, cutting the rope that's holding your entire weight while making you memorize English words.

Because you weren't forced into it, but rather you were fully and naturally engaged.

That way, you can unleash potential that you don't usually have.

"get out of class is over, Sato."

The boy's tidying of his lesson plans, mixed with his soft voice, prompted the girl to respond instinctively. Then she saw his back as he walked out the door.

Teacher Su... is surprisingly aloof.

The primary label for Xiaohua's boyfriend has been removed by Sato Yuno, and placed after his identity as a teacher.

The lesson was so memorable that it completely overwhelmed her original curiosity and ulterior motives.

After a moment of stunned silence, the girl began to tidy up the tools that had been accidentally scattered.

After bending down to pick them up, Sato Yuno looked up at the original, snow-white canvas.