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

Fu Hua examined the other person's attire carefully again, and praised them with a slightly surprised tone:

"Carol made all of these herself? That's amazing."

Hearing this, Carol guiltily fiddled with her hair with her fingertips and said:

"Although I could have made it myself, I only used my own design for this outfit to make it look better and more refined. The rest of the steps were done by others."

"But soon I'll be able to make clothes of the same quality myself." She pumped her fist to encourage herself.

Carol glanced at the time on her wristwatch; it was almost time to go to her elective class.

Suddenly, she thought of something, turned her head, and asked:

"Oh, right, Xiaohua, the art teacher I told you about before is really good-looking. Aren't you going to one of his classes with me?"

Fu Hua hesitated for a moment but still shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to go. Carol's excuse of dragging her to see handsome guys always made the girl feel that if she went, she would feel very guilty in front of Master Su.

Looking at the girl's introverted demeanor, Carol sighed with heartache:

"This is an all-girls school! Xiaohua, how can you experience youth like this! As your best friend, I have to correct your personality."

Then, hearing this phrase that seemed familiar to Lin Xinchan, Fu Hua was forced to leave the art classroom.

47. Su Qing was content and satisfied.

Even though we arrived 25 minutes early, there were still very few empty seats left in the huge classroom.

Clearly, this young teacher, who has recently been the subject of much gossip at the academy, is indeed very popular with the students, a fact that Fu Hua has come to deeply understand during her month-long experience at the academy.

The first half of the month was fine, but in the second half, even Fu Hua, who was indifferent to worldly affairs and had no interest in gossip, was forced to learn about it under the constant indoctrination of Carol and Sato Yuno.

Even while strolling around the academy, you could hear things about this art teacher.

That little girl who occasionally follows the teacher is so cute! I really want to pick her up and lift her up high.

[Is she a foreigner? Judging by her appearance. But I heard she's the teacher's sister, which means the teacher is actually mixed race!]

I get it now, no wonder it looks so good!

[This afternoon, Ms. Su taught two classes with my younger sister.]

Yay!

Such comments continued endlessly, forcing Fu Hua, who had always had a small social circle, to learn a lot of information. However, even though the air was filled with praise, the girl herself remained uninterested.

Rather than this, it's more interesting to guess what dishes are in the lunchboxes that Chef Su occasionally delivers.

During this month, she mostly chose to take elective courses related to literature.

So, despite having no painting skills, no interest in art, and a dislike for gossip and spectacle, Fu Hua managed to miss Su Qing'an's class countless times over the course of a month.

This led Sato Yuno to secretly believe that this was a behavioral pattern caused by Fu Hua deliberately avoiding suspicion at the academy.

Carol, who was completely unaware of this, naturally didn't care about this, so this wasn't the first time she had invited Fu Hua to attend the course.

Almost every day during lunch break when there are elective classes, Fu Hua would refuse the other person's attempt to look at handsome guys.

She agreed to come this time purely because she couldn't stand the other person's persistent pestering, and the girl felt that she wasn't obsessed with looks, so even if the art teacher was really good-looking, it wasn't a big deal.

She felt absolutely no guilt!

Not at all!

Besides... Su Qing'an's very existence was enough to increase her patience for aesthetics, which made her firmly believe that she would not be swayed by this.

Despite all these circumstances, Fu Hua still obeyed Carol's wishes and obediently sat in the second-to-last row.

She glanced at Sato Yuno sitting at the front and suddenly realized why this guy had left in a hurry after finishing his meal.

So they came here to grab a front-row seat?

Yuno... isn't something a little off?

What's so great about handsome guys? Is it really necessary to work this hard?

It's really inappropriate to come to class just because you're attracted to the teacher's good looks!

The girl glanced at Carol beside her. Carol was resting her chin on her hand, looking languid and bored, but her golden eyes were constantly scanning the open yet empty doorway, clearly showing her interest.

Even though they were both teenagers, Fu Hua still found it difficult to understand the two girls' behavior.

She whispered to the enthusiastic Carol:

"Let me make this clear first, I'll only be teaching one short class. During the break, I'll go to the ancient language class next door."

Carol puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and said:

"Okay, okay, I know you're not interested in these things, Xiaohua. I just came to ask you to keep me company. I'll let you go after this class, okay?"

"It's a word."

"...I wouldn't lie to you!"

……

……

Even the usually composed Su Qing'an sensed something subtle about Fu Hua's slowness.

For more than thirty days, the boy could occasionally catch a glimpse of the girl in the white pagoda next door, earnestly reciting ancient poems.

Even at such close range, her gaze never strayed from the words on the paper or the teacher on the podium, which made Su Qing'an feel very strange every time she taught in this situation.

The feeling that it could be discovered at any moment, yet remained undetected for more than half a month, was truly unbelievable.

Is it because Hua is too attentive in class, so even when he's daydreaming, he won't look out the window? Or is it because his intuition is just too dull in some way?

But that's part of what makes her so adorable.

The boy walked on the marble floor, carrying his lesson plan. There were still five minutes before class started, so his pace was neither hurried nor slow. As he thought about the girl, the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up, which softened his aloof and distant demeanor.

Lesson plans are not actually something you need to bring, but in order to appear more like a teacher, Su Qing'an has always made it a habit to bring this tool with her when she teaches.

His teaching pace did not change despite the increase in students; the only difference was that he would occasionally bring his "family members" to class.

Since he spends almost every afternoon in the classroom, and considering that Xi'er might feel lonely at home alone, Su Qing'an started bringing the little girl to sit in the first row and watch him teach.

This would allow her to immerse herself in the atmosphere of the academy, making up for the lack of experience she had never had in a regular academy.

In fact, Su Qing'an had considered sending Xi'er to school. That way, she might gradually make friends and open up her closed heart.

Instead of being wary, indifferent, and strongly resistant when meeting strangers, as is the case now.

However, considering that the great collapse would occur in less than six months, or even sooner, Su Qing'an had no choice but to give up this idea.

The reason is simple: if the little girl makes true friends at this stage and becomes completely attached to school life, how will she cope when everything collapses and destroys?

Perhaps Seele's current mental state makes her more accepting of the situation and circumstances at that time than Hua's.

Let's stay where we are and make her feel as happy as possible.

Even if the cruelty of collapse is described a thousand times, Su Qing'an will still sigh when she truly experiences its profound meaning again.

[Third-year student: Shen Duxin]

After picking up the student's belongings, Su Qing'an deliberately went to the principal's and various teachers' offices to look through the third-year records, but strangely he couldn't find her name. In the end, he combined the words he got from the students as evidence and finally understood the girl's past.

Shen Duxin was a third-year student from the previous year and has already graduated for several months.

Actually, the possibility could be seen from the pendant, which indicated that she was one of the students who were recommended for admission. However, there are precedents for students who are so outstanding that they can get a recommendation in their second year, which is why Su Qing'an did not think of this possibility immediately.

Shen Duxin, only 17 years old, grew up in an orphanage in Canghai City. This explains why the clothes she wore on the ground were thin and old. Clearly, the lack of family support forced her to live frugally.

This is easy to understand. It is already quite remarkable that one can rely on their own perseverance and talent to reach the point where they are about to be admitted to university.

The reason the girl was still wearing her school uniform was not because she had very few everyday clothes, but because this was the last time she would visit her alma mater and the teachers who had taught her before she left, so naturally she had to wear the school uniform to show its significance.

Just as Shen Duxin was about to bid farewell to her former teachers at dusk that day and prepare to officially go to university for further studies the next day, her life was easily and tragically extinguished due to the so-called collapse selection.

According to the new third-year students, she is a girl who is not good at talking but is serious and gentle in her demeanor. The school's cat rescue club is a product of her legacy.

Now that it's considered an excellent club with a constant stream of new members, many cats will likely find their situation better because of her gentleness.

The club is located in an area near the bamboo forest. I heard that someone in the club applied for funding from the academy to create a better environment for the club's activity room. The newly appointed club president is also continuing her philosophy to search for qualified owners in the city who are willing to take care of some cats.

This is something that only someone of this age would act on without hesitation, without any personal gain.

The reason she was in the bamboo forest that day was probably to say goodbye to the cats in the club before leaving.

But in the end, even this vision could not be realized, and she withered away alone in pain and torment.

Life ends here.

Collapse is an irrational thing, and the boy is constantly experiencing this undeniable fact.

Since no one could be found to entrust the pendant to, Su Qing'an buried it back in the bamboo forest.

Shen Duxin has no family, so perhaps the gentlest choice would be for her friends to think that she has already gone to university to start a busy new life.

Suppressing his myriad thoughts, Su Qing'an exhaled a breath of stale air. He stretched out his slender fingers and straightened his tie, which was a way of calming down all his emotions.

With the crisp sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor, the boy stepped into the classroom.

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……

Carol's eyes brightened slightly. She took the arm of the girl next to her and whispered in her ear:

"Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua, this art teacher is really that young! I had seen photos and heard about her before, but seeing her in person is even more surprising – she has such a cool and aloof look."

"According to Qiluo-chan, it seems that no one has ever seen him smile. Based on my experience of watching all kinds of excitement and reading a lot of books, I guess Teacher Su must be really aloof."

She said with inexplicable melancholy:

"But why is there such a strong filter when this kind of troublesome personality is applied to good-looking people? I clearly don't like this type."

Fu Hua froze, speechless. As the familiar face that appeared before her eyes was imprinted in her mind, her brain instantly went blank.

The boy walked to the center of the podium amidst a silent, expectant gaze.

He was wearing the school's uniform, a loose-fitting suit jacket unbuttoned, revealing a crisp white shirt and a black tie hanging down naturally.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were not covered by any curtains, and the afternoon sun, as always, shone on the podium. The dazzling arc of light gently bathed the indifferent face, and the eyelashes, which were whitened by the sun, made the eyes appear even more like pure black.

It's hard to describe the first reaction upon seeing the boy's appearance in concrete words. It's like the lingering glow of the ancient Parthenon, falling gently on the reliefs and statues of goddesses. The light, gradually growing grander and then fading, shines and spreads across the golden ratio formed bit by bit in the marble. It's a solemn and silent scene.