Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

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Pinocogni, an oak family.

"Little sister, I never expected you to agree to sing for 'Order'."

Volume 1: NO.90: I am the chosen one, and the only one (4k5)

Pinoconi.

Because of the dream state, the Black Tower's announcement did not disturb them, and people remained immersed in their sweet dreams.

Oak family lineage.

In such a big room.

"Little sister, I never expected you to agree to sing for 'Order'."

On Sunday, looking at the robin surrounded by a group of makeup artists, he spoke with a surprisingly apologetic tone.

"Brother, is this really what you wanted?"

The robin lowered its head and croaked softly.

She sat in a chair, surrounded by three or four makeup artists who were doing her makeup and styling, making her look like a puppet on strings.

"..." Sunday remained silent.

He always hoped his sister could understand him, even…

Able to identify with one's own beliefs.

But now that he actually agrees, he's unhappy.

This is not right, just like that playful pigeon back then.

He is a bird that should be kept and protected; he belongs to the human world.

But she was different; she had her own ambitions.

Her destiny should be the sky, not falling to earth like me.

It shouldn't be like this...

On Sunday, her expression was complicated as she bit the soft flesh inside her lip.

Even if the two eventually ended up on opposite sides, with no way to avoid each other.

He also hoped that the robin would drown in his ideals, rather than submitting to his fate as he was now.

Lost their ambition for the sky…

Is it really still a robin?

I asked myself these questions on Sunday.

It would be best if only he voluntarily broke his wings and stayed, bearing all the burdens alone.

Her wings are for flying.

The way it attracts newcomers by hanging high in the sky is a kind of "harmony" where everyone has their own choices for the future.

Instead of being complacent and stuck in the past like myself.

Choosing to stay on the ground, using the wings of flight to shelter others from the wind and rain, seeking the protection of "order" to bring the storms up to the world.

"When did we start going our separate ways?"

The robin lowered its eyes and spoke very softly.

But it sounded so heavy on Sunday.

"Was it the time with the Harmonious Pigeon?"

The robin recalls that their paths may have diverged long ago.

I may have dreamt that we shared the same ideals.

After waking up, I found that you and I are strangers.

He remained silent on Sunday.

The death of the harbinger pigeon was the trigger, but not the decisive factor.

Over the years, as I've encountered more people and experienced more things, my thinking has gradually changed.

The pursuit of "order" is a gradual process, not something that can be achieved overnight.

"Robin, you..."

Have you really thought this through?

Before he could finish speaking, Sunday shut his mouth again and returned to his previous silence.

"Brother, didn't we promise to sing on stage together?"

The robin spoke from the bottom of his heart, but the regretful expression on his face remained unchanged.

Sunday remained silent.

Do I still have the right to sing with you now?

No answer was received by Sunday.

but…

You haven't abandoned your original aspirations.

That's wonderful, robin.

Hearing this answer, Sunday felt relieved.

"There is still some time before the start of the Harmonious Music Ceremony."

If you want to escape, now's the time.

On Sunday, with a faint, inexplicable smile on his face, he left after saying those words.

Before leaving, he took one last look at his sister, as if saying goodbye.

"Let's go on stage and sing together"

There might have been hope before, but now it's absolutely impossible.

When their ideas conflict, it becomes impossible for them to fly together into the sky.

Robins are not people who compromise easily, especially on agreements like this.

Even though I had a strong premonition beforehand.

But his longing to travel with his sister made him subconsciously ignore many things and believe it to be true, including this premonition.

But when she said those words...

On Sunday, I realized that what's fake will always remain fake.

She did not truly endorse "order".

Everything she's doing right now is just a delaying tactic.

She was waiting for someone, someone who would definitely come.

Sunday saw through her true intentions.

He went against the tide and was placed under house arrest, facing restrictions everywhere.

It would be better to feign agreement first, which would make it easier to provide backup later.

She's very smart; no wonder she's his sister.

He had no intention of exposing the scheme on Sunday, and he willingly fell into the trap.

The robin was betting, or rather, utterly believing, that a knight-errant would come to save Pinocchio from the control of "order".

In fact, Chang Geng will definitely come, because he has not yet received the answer he wants.

The reason the "Harmonious Music Grand Ceremony" was brought forward was precisely to deal with him.

Prove it to me.

If your paradise can save more people, then come and cut off my path yourself.

Sunday departed with resolute steps.

"elder brother…"

The robin, whose head had been bowed, raised it upon hearing his farewell and turned its gaze to that slender figure.

There are limits to a person's strength...

Even the Star God of "Order" has been swallowed up. Don't you understand this principle?

The robin knew this well, so it placed its hopes for breaking the deadlock on others.

"You will definitely come."

The robin murmured, “Isn’t that right, Mr. Ranger?”

Those who can save Pinocchio, those who are willing to save Pinocchio.

There is only one right now.

Although the company could and was willing to save them, their so-called rescue was direct violent suppression, followed by seizing power and turning Pinocchio into their own territory.

Only Chang Geng, only him as a patrolling knight-errant.

We have the ability and the willingness to extend a helping hand to Pinocchio without any impurities.

For him, if he wanted to save someone, he would save them; it was that simple.

"I'm waiting for you…"

The robin agreed to sing for "Order" in order to pave the way for Chang Gung.

While buying him time to arrive, we also offered him a helping hand.

If she wants to end this farce from the very beginning, then Chang Geng's power is indispensable.

She still vividly remembers his previous battle with Xingxiao.

I remember Chang Geng had a very special ability.

The ability to use words to force someone to participate in a dramatic play demonstrates a capacity for assimilation that surpasses even "harmony."

This would undoubtedly prevent Sunday's plans from happening without causing any casualties.

He is the chosen one, and the only one!

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Pinoconi.

After saying goodbye to the Black Tower, Chang Geng and March 7th returned to this dreamlike land once again.

Fortunately, his headshot didn't fly around, and that old bird, the Dreamer, is nowhere to be found.

Therefore, checking in and entering the dream world were as smooth as before.

“That’s great, sir. I thought I’d never see you again.”

It was as if there was some kind of connection between Misha and him; he was precisely located and found as soon as he arrived.

"Yo Misha, are you off work yet?"

Chang Geng nodded in greeting.

He guessed it was related to the train ticket he had.

Thinking this, he turned his gaze to the train ticket, which was half spirit or half demon, hanging from his collar.