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Volume 5 - Legend of Gods and Ghosts?  Volume 6 Nanoha A¡¯ Chapter 471 Girl, Torch and Pineapple Bread

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    After returning to school the next day, Amano naturally asked him why he went to Bhutan.  I had already thought of the reason, because my parents are both doctors.  So I have relevant knowledge about first aid and so on.  So that night when there was a shortage of manpower, I went to help.  Although Zhuo Mu is very famous, his fame is limited to certain patients and in the medical community. Therefore, Amano will not feel suspicious when he hears this. Instead, he continues to pester Zhuo Mu to learn Chinese. Zhuo Mu sees that Amano is not entangled in medical issues.  He nodded and started teaching Amano some basic Chinese characters.  The time after school is for the two of them.  It was a fairly leisurely Chinese class, and the two of them naturally spent countless hours studying together.  Day by day, Zhuo Mu appreciates Amano's intelligence very much. It is undoubtedly a very happy thing to teach a student who can draw inferences from one example, especially when the student is still studying very seriously.  In fact, to learn a language well, in addition to listening and reading more, the most important thing is to write more.  As a teacher, Zhuomu put the manuscript paper in front of Amano, and then said to her with a smile: As long as you can write more, you can master a language quickly.  So let's simply write something.  ¡°Oh, it¡¯s about learning Chinese, Amano¡¯s interest is very high, Zhuo Mu nodded when he saw this.  Then he said to Amano: Then let¡¯s do a simple one, the emperor girl, ¡°torch, and pineapple bread, use these three to write a story. ¡°Girl¡¯s Torch Pineapple Bread¡± Amano thought hard about the strange topic.  As he spoke, Zhuo Mu's heart moved secretly. He had just said three things casually, but when he blurted it out, he felt an extremely strong sense of familiarity. However, he didn't know where this sense of familiarity came from.  Come on, and how can these three completely unrelated things resonate with each other deep in his heart? U Zhuomu just thought hard while watching Amano also think hard about the content of the story, and then took it.  He picked up a book and started thinking. In fact, he couldn't think of anything related, but he vaguely felt that there might be some kind of relationship between the girl, the torch and Fengli Bread. Time passed by, but Zhuo Mu.  But I can't think of any clues. The glimmer of light seems to have passed by in a flash, like a meteor in the night sky, leaving no trace, and it can't be found no matter what. Zai Zhuo Finished it!  While Mu was distressed, Amano lost the manuscript paper in his hand and handed it to Zhuo Mu. Zhuo Mu nodded and took down the manuscript paper, and then began to read carefully. The story written by Amano  , The girl has a torch that will never go out. This torch illuminates the night sky and prevents the girl from getting lost at night. The girl likes this torch very much, so she often carries it with her. But for this reason, she is often carried around.  Others teased her for being a weirdo. This is how the story unfolds. There are some interesting stories surrounding the girl and the torch, but because the time is quite short, Amano did not write them in great detail, but one can feel Amano's normality in them.  With his way of thinking, this kind of story is indeed like what Amano would write. However, as he continued to read, he did not see the shadow of pineapple bread. Zhuo Mu couldn't help feeling quite strange when he saw it. After all, the manuscript paper was 400 words per page.  There is only the last half page left, but there is no pineapple bread, which makes Zhuo Mu feel strange. At the end of the story, Zhuo Mu only sees one line: That night, the girl picked up a pineapple bread.  . Then roasted it with a torch and ate it. Poof! Zhuo Mu almost laughed when he saw the ending of the story. What a strange ending. Or should I say, as one of the protagonists.  Bread only has room for one sentence. Isn¡¯t that too shabby and pitiful? Seeing that Zhuo Mu had finished reading his work, Amano was looking forward to Zhuo Mu¡¯s comments.  Then he said: There are a few typos and grammatical errors, and some follow the Japanese style or wording, but overall the performance is quite good. But it¡¯s not time for Amano to cheer happily.  Mu Que handed the manuscript paper in his hand to her, then smiled and said to her: "Whether the content of the story is good or not, I will try it myself."  It might turn out to be surprisingly delicious!  After hearing Zhuomu's words, Amano's face that had not yet smiled immediately turned into a look of mourning. She took over the story she had written, and then began to eat it bite by bite. At the same time, she commented: Sure enough, the girl started.  The story about the torch is delicious, um, sweet and sour, just like raisins.  It makes people want to eat it again and again, Erwu is so salty!  So salty!  However, Amano's happy expression remained unchanged.  When the story came to an end, she could only reluctantly?Eat it.  Then the search for water began.  It seems that in Amano's palate, the strange ending is quite salty.  Salt and raisins?  Not long ago, Zhuo Mu discovered that Amano has no sense of taste, or it should be said that her sense of taste only responds to words. When she reads, she can construct various flavors through imagination and imagine the contents of the book into various forms.  Because of the taste, she had the habit of eating books. Although Zhuo Mu was curious about this, he didn't meddle in his own business to stop her.  It¡¯s all your fault for giving such a strange question!  After finally pouring half of the bottle of water into his mouth, Amano said to Zhuo Mu very dissatisfied, but Zhuo Mu smiled and said: That's because Mi is not good at writing. Although these three things seem to be different.  Related, but not difficult to connect.  Then tell me!  Seeing this, Amano couldn't help muttering dissatisfiedly. It was obvious that if Zhuomu didn't give him a good reason, she would never let him go. Zhuomu smiled when he saw this, and after thinking about it, he started building casually.  Build a story.  Let's do it like this. Zhuomu told Amano the story he was thinking indifferently: There was a girl who liked pineapple bread very much. She always fought with many monsters. That was because those monsters would kill humans.  Existence eats up, but builds one "torch after another, until one day the girl meets a boy, and then! Then what? Hearing Zhuo Mu suddenly stopped talking, Amano asked curiously  Asked: What does "eating" mean? It's like the person being eaten doesn't exist in the world. Everything will disappear in front of the person. It's like something in his heart.  When others asked, he could answer it casually. "Is that my story?" When Tianye asked, Zhuo Mu asked himself secretly.  Is that my own story? Why can I simply create a story even though I can¡¯t remember anything? ¡°No, the boy in the story is not me.¡± Zhuo Mu knows the story.  The boy in it is not himself, he just doesn't know where he has read this story. By this chance, the content of this story seems to have been unblocked.  Little by little, it leaked out of the loopholes in the seal, and he gradually discovered some stories.  What¡¯s the next story?  Amano asked Zhuomu very expectantly.  However, Zhuo Mu couldn't answer.  He thought for a while before saying: I don¡¯t know, I haven¡¯t figured it out yet.  What a pity, Amano¡¯s expression was full of regret, but Zhuo Mu really couldn¡¯t think of anything.  In the following time, Zhuo Mu also looked absent-minded. Seeing this, Amano didn't bother Zhuo Mu much, and soon went home after class. Since the last incident.  Amano no longer dared to stay alone at school until late at night.  After returning to his home where he was alone, Zhuo Mu kept thinking about the story, but he couldn't remember anything. The more he tried to think about it, the more blank his mind seemed.  No matter how much I think about it, I can't think of the relevant content, let alone sort out any clues.  At night, Zhuo Mu sat in front of his desk with a pen and paper, and then began to write down what he remembered.  For example, words such as girl, torch, boy, existence, battle, etc. were written down, but they couldn't be imagined, which made Zhuo Mu feel a little helpless.  As night fell, Zhuo Mu began to gradually become sleepy, and several words on the paper began to become a bit blurry. At this time, Zhuo Mu suddenly thought, since he couldn't think of anything.  Might as well just use whatever comes to mind.  Try writing a story and see what the final product will be. Maybe it will be interesting.  The girl¡¯s appearance should stand out, right!  Let her have a fiery red head, but that will be very eye-catching, so she can move without it, so she only needs black hair. And if the girl wants to fight, she must need weapons. Well, the girl's weapons must be very prominent.  .  For example, a katana that is taller than myself!  By the way, this sword should be called Shidian Zhe Na. Weird names are interesting, and the girl is named after the sword.  So it¡¯s better to be called Shana by the boy, because isn¡¯t the pronunciation very similar?  , Shana Shana Shana!  End of Chapter 4: Girl, Torch and Pineapple Bread¡­Wan Xin
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