My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Even if it is companionship, there is a limit. When a man goes to the battlefield, what a woman has to do is to protect herself, right?"

"...Hmm." The man was silent for a while, and then nodded. "Next, it will be my battle again."

"Then..." She shrugged her shoulders pretending to be calm. "Good luck."

After all, she didn't wait for the man to reply, she just turned around quickly and walked all the way in the direction with her back to the man.

The little leather boots stepped on the sand, leaving a clear sound.

"..."

Gong Ming was silent and sighed softly.

The next moment, behind her, something purple-red spread from the man's body in the wheelchair like a gravitational field, covering the space.Those things are illusory and have no substance, like a thick color directly painted on the world, with the will to distort and collapse.

The entire field followed behind the blue-haired woman, as if bound by something, and spread as she left step by step, covering the woman without taking a step forward, and stopping her progress without taking a step back.

until a certain node.

The spread of the enchantment stopped.

"Oh, that's right." Nancy, who was leaving, suddenly heard Gong Ming's voice from behind. "I remember Ai Yin said last time that there is a coffee shop by the beach that serves good desserts. If you have time tomorrow, come with me?"

She stopped and turned around to look at the area behind her. Her sight could not penetrate the dim purple-red field, all she could see was the sandy beach where the man disappeared together.

But she knew that the man who was so important to her was just ahead.

So she raised her eyebrows, folded her hands on her chest and said. "Is this a date?"

"If you have to think so." The man's smile came from behind the nothingness.

"It can be counted."

……

In the abyss-like domain, the sky is a dark purple-red color, and the surrounding sandy beach has been replaced by the wilderness at some point, and the blood-like sun hangs in the sky, like the corpse of a dying person, neither rising nor rising. neither rise nor fall.

"Tomorrow at 5:[-] p.m., see you soon."

He got up from the wheelchair, lowered his head and spoke.Red hair hung down to cover his face, sniffing the smoke in the air.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is full of damaged swords inserted into the ground, and in some corners, there are some broken red feathers.

It has blood on it.

He pulled out a sword from the ground. It was very strange. When it was inserted into the ground before, it was still rotten and broken like a dry bone buried in a grave, but when it was held in the palm of the man, it looked brand new. Bright as new.

About ten meters in front of him, there was a person standing quietly. It was a woman with long flaxen hair and a red turban covering her head to her ankles.

She is slender and tall, wearing a medieval-style skirt with a black waist, but the inner dress is a noble white.A white skirt that was only a little lower than the thighs was exposed from under the waist.The socks that wrap the two legs are not equal in length.A round knee is exposed in the middle of the left leg, and a white thigh is exposed between the long leg of the right leg and the hem of the skirt.

Even though at the moment she was wearing a veil that covered half of her face, she couldn't see her face clearly.But from the first moment Gong Ming saw her, he recognized who she was in his memory.

In a sense, this is a woman who determined Gong Ming's aesthetics for the entire Western race in the next five hundred years.

"This time it's you..." Gong Ming looked up at her, with a clear hint of nostalgia in his tone. "long time no see."

"Teacher, are you still moving forward?"

The woman heard the words.The voice is unexpectedly immature and clear, reminiscent of orioles singing in the mountain stream.

"Are you still attached? Are you still... shouldering those responsibilities?"

"Because I'm the one who is going to live for granted..." Gong Ming swung a sword flower with the sword in his hand, raised the sword and pointed forward.The hair that had been covering the left eye was lifted by this action, revealing the golden eyes underneath.

"So of course I have to shoulder the unfulfilled responsibilities of those who have passed away. Some of them are others', and some of them are yours."

He looked at her with clear eyes, and compared with the last time he appeared in this abyss, there was no trace of hesitation.

"My dear, Michelangelo."

Author's message:

ps:

Mentality exploded.It really exploded.

I have been coding since seven o'clock tonight.

Tonight was supposed to be two updates of [-] words for a total of [-] words, but my wps blew up and swallowed my [-]-word manuscript...

I need to sleep and calm down...

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May [-], at three o'clock in the afternoon, England, London, Imperial Laboratory [-].

"That woman sent a postcard again!"

Einstein, who was drinking afternoon tea, was holding a newspaper and reading it quietly. The dark brown coffee in his hand gave off a warm aroma. He was sitting in the yard on the first floor, enjoying the rare sunshine in the city in spring.

However, following the sound of the door opening with a click, an angry red-haired man strode in from the door and threw the things in his hands on the table, breaking the tranquility.

"I just said that the communication office suddenly called and told me what happened to my email. In the end, it was that woman who did something good again!"

She sat down opposite the blue-haired girl with a snap, picked up the coffee next to the girl and drank it in one gulp, the girl watching couldn't help raising her eyebrows, with a somewhat helpless look in her eyes.

"Hey, that's my coffee."