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Feeling the sudden dull atmosphere, she didn't say anything every year. After arriving at Tongtian Tower, she opened a study room with a familiarity. This time she chose a high-end study room with a couch.

After entering the study room, he pointed to Shimire every year and said, "It will take at least seven or eight hours for my friends to go online. You can go and take a break first."

Simire raised her eyebrows and asked, "Where are you?"

"I? Of course I'm working hard." Niannian replied, taking out the information I just collected and sitting at the desk. Since I was going to enter the Qinling Mountains, it is still necessary to do some necessary homework in advance, and at least you need to understand the route.

Simire looked at the desk in the study. The desk was quite large, more than enough for three or four people. He dragged a chair and placed it diagonally opposite every year, put the cross staff at his hand, took out a book and sat down to look at it.

Every Nian looked up at him, then continued to concentrate on the information in her hand, and from time to time he recorded some details on the notebook she thought might be useful.

For a moment, the whole study was quiet. Apart from the sound of the two of them occasionally turning the pages, they could only hear the wind passing by carefully outside the window.

When every year felt that her homework should have been done enough, she carefully sorted out the paper of information she had been rumored, put it a little far from the table, and took out a small hand-sized notebook from her storage crystal.

The surface of this book is kneaded by some kind of animal skin, with several lines of elves engraved on it. The paper inside is thin and light yellow, light brown, and a little silver veins are hidden in it. The edges of the paper pages of this book are already a little curled, and the edges of the skin also reveal traces of wear, which seems to be used very frequently.

Every year, she turned to a blank page in the notebook and took a pen and carefully dipped it in the ink in the ink cartridge on the table. She looked up inadvertently and saw that Simire's gaze had shifted from the book in his hand to hers.

Nian Nian looked down at the book in her hand and cursed in her heart. The atmosphere just now was too relaxed, and she forgot that there was an outsider in the room.

"Paper made of Moon Spirit Leaves?" Simire looked at the small notebook in her hand and said with interest, "What is the cover made of?"

"Guess." Niannian was already holding up a pen and writing something on his notebook, and answered casually.

"You used a book to write a book like this?" Simire looked at the small book that was opened from the middle, and after calculating the value of the book in his mind, he couldn't help asking.

"Isn't paper just used for writing?" Niannian looked up and asked him curiously.

Simire looked at Niannian's eyes with dazzling light and felt that she was not deliberately mocking her, but was sincerely puzzled by it. She was slightly stunned, then shook her head and said, "You are right, paper is used to write."

He shrugged every year, ignored Simire, and continued to write and draw on his small notebook.

"What are you writing?" Simier asked again, looking at Nian's serious expression.

"Write what you did today, the people you met, and," Niannian looked up at him, "the task he received."

"Diary? You're so mean." Simire said with some emotion.

"Well, yes, it's just a diary. You're very awesome!" Niannian obviously didn't listen carefully to what he was saying, and said irresponsible.

"Writing such things won't be troublesome? And is it necessary?" Simire was curious. There are many people who play games and take notes, but there shouldn't be many people who record games as life, right?

"If you don't remember so many interesting things and interesting people, if you don't remember them, it would be a pity if you forget them in the future?" Niannian said in a good mood.

Simire couldn't help laughing. This was really a little girl with open mind. It was obvious that not only he was classified as "interesting people", but even the task he deliberately did not explain was regarded as "interesting things".

Simire kindly reminded her: "If this is the case, then it would be useless for you to only write a diary in the game? Players cannot export the data in the game. You don't write it down the line. In this way, you can take it out and take it in reality. "

As soon as he said that, Simire knew that he was not good. When he saw Nian's eyes suddenly opened wide, it turned out to be—

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!