My Archangel

A thick quilt was curled up on the bed sheet behind him, that was his breakfast chef today.

"……Rest awhile."

Along with the twelve sounds of the wall clock on the wall that were not too loud, Qiao Wen also returned briefly from the sea of ​​learning.

Unknowingly, another one-third of the notebook filled with various ghost symbols was left on the desktop. Qiao Wen first habitually waved his hand, and then quickly remembered something, the fluorescence gathered on the palm of his left hand. , Pressed it familiarly on the right wrist.

During the whole process, the expression on Qiao Wen's face was a little confused, and he looked out the window thoughtfully.

What confused him was not the problem he had just encountered in his studies, but another thing.

He was thinking, why didn't that saint son come to inform him.

If he remembers correctly, he should continue to fight a mock battle with Morik today.

"..."

Between doubts, Qiao Wen was silent.

He suddenly discovered that he seemed to be addicted to this matter before he knew it.

"...No, it's probably not the hands-on thing that makes me addicted... but the object of the hands-on."

The left hand loosened the right wrist, which had been fully recovered, and the fluorescent color on the palm of the palm changed. As he raised his hands and pressed the spiritual therapy runes on both temples, Qiao Wen pondered.

Then he quickly figured out the reason.

Obviously, it was Morik that really made him addicted.

After all... that uncle is already a genuine old platinum.

Needless to say, the sense of accomplishment gained after beating him naturally.

Qiao Wen had experienced it once yesterday.

That is quite sour.

This is also the main reason why Qiaowen has been reluctant to practice with Vina and Elisa, the two obviously more perfect sparring partners.

Fighting against Molik, when he was looking for a chance to beat Molik, he could not only find the problem by himself, but also gain a real sense of his own growth.

This kind of feeling, if you come to Vina or Elisa, you will definitely not experience it.

The real gully is right in front of the two of them, even if the two are intimate to themselves, it will only make Qiao Wen feel his fragility.

Maybe in the future, Platinum can no longer satisfy Qiao Wen and he can consider switching the target of sparring, but at least it is not the time to rush to change.

Today, while preparing for a fight with the enhanced version of Morik, he is looking forward to experiencing a sense of accomplishment that is even higher than yesterday.

Qiao Wen is not modest, he feels it now, today's self and yesterday's self are no longer on the same level.

"..."

After a while, put down his hands, and after recovering his physical and mental fatigue, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief and silently looked back at the quilt ball behind him.

The mood is a bit subtle and a bit nervous.

As the time got later and later, although there were some surprises that Vina hadn't come to the bedroom to stop by today until now, Qiao Wen now always feels that in every sense, he might better leave the house first.

"...?"

I don't know if it was a coincidence. When Qiao Wen stared at the duvet thoughtfully, a creature in the duvet poked his head out of it.

The pale blonde hair looked messy, and when Qiao Wen's eyes were in contact, Erisa blinked in confusion.

Although Qiao Wen was not sure, he felt that the look in the archangel's eyes at this time seemed to be asking him if he was hungry again.

"No, I may be going out soon, I will have lunch after I come back."

After hesitating, Qiao Wen, who was about to go out, shook his head under Erisa's gaze.

How should I put it, he still remembers that after a meal is not suitable for strenuous exercise.

"By the way, don't you have your own room, Elisa? Why do you stay here?"

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room seemed a bit cold, Qiao Wen walked to the hanger beside the bed and casually started a topic.

"..."

However, Elisa still did not speak.

However, while watching Qiao Wen change her pajamas and put on her formal attire, she tilted her head unclearly.

——What's the problem with my stay here?

Although she didn't speak, she was close at this time, and Qiao Wen clearly received such an inquiry from her response.

"No, why would there be a problem? I just asked casually, and it's okay to stay as long as I want."

The smile on his face looked a little awkward for a moment, Qiao Wen smiled, and after changing his clothes, he was about to leave the room.

It was at this moment, the moment Qiao Wen walked to the bedroom door, he suddenly felt that the sight from behind him was particularly prickling.

Looking back subconsciously, he found that an archangel was watching him quietly.

Then, this time, just after the two overlapped, she closed her eyes again and turned her head slightly.

"..."

What does this guy mean?

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was a little confused.

Although there was an unrealistic conjecture faintly in his heart, he pressed it down for the time being.

"Then, I'll go out first. If you get bored later, Elisa, you can also go out for a walk."

After thinking about it, Qiao Wen finally waved his hand, turned and opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

However, at this time, a more coincidental scene suddenly happened.

As soon as he closed the bedroom door, Qiao Wen just collided with Vina, who was walking downstairs.

"Sister Vina is good at noon."

The expression on his face became a little stiff in an instant, but Qiao Wen quickly adjusted back.

And soon, he found that Vina's state at this time seemed a bit strange.