Star Rail Simulation, but surrounded by characters

[You will use this money to cultivate Kafka's various hobbies and build more spiritual anchors for her. ]

[You send her to the children's activity center. But Kafka doesn't make any friends, and her indifference makes others feel at a loss.]

[You let her go to school. But the school called to complain. Kafka thought it was too noisy, so she used the word spirit technique to silence the teacher for a whole class.]

[You bought her a Pokémon catching game. But Kafka said it was for children and she was not interested. So you started playing it with great interest...]

[Silver Wolf: It's too childish for children, but just right for adults.]

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[After trying a few times, you find that asking others for help doesn't work. When faced with a cold and indifferent little girl, most people will just stay away from her. ]

【So you have to do it yourself. 】

This morning.

In the kitchen, Kafka put on her new apron with some fruit patterns printed on it.

Kafka raised her arms and Su Qing tied them up behind her.

After putting it on, I found that the girl had a very slim figure and the apron was too big.

Su Qing tied the ribbon into a bow: "I just taught you how to make a sandwich, did you remember it?"

Kafka looked down at the fruit on her apron, then raised her little face to look at Su Qing and nodded.

Su Qing: "Very good, there is a recipe next to it, just follow the steps one by one."

In fact, in this simulation, before Kafka came.

Su Qing has basically never touched the kitchen and usually orders takeout.

Mainly because he was afraid that he would get too excited again and devote himself to the cooking business again.

[Heita: Very good, the patient has a clearer self-awareness.]

[Xing: Su Qing: I am a chef in reality, and I am also a chef in the simulation, so my simulation is in vain! ]

After Su Qing assigned tasks to Kafka, he returned to the living room.

Sitting in the chair, he began to read the newspaper, only occasionally glancing towards the kitchen.

Looking at the busy young figure in the kitchen, the girl was obviously still unfamiliar with cooking. Her purple hair swayed slightly, and she had to stop for a while from time to time before continuing.

Su Qing felt a little lazy.

And a 90% sense of "I can replace him".

[March 7: To put it bluntly, you just want to cook, right? ]

Su Qing decided to concentrate on reading the newspaper.

After a while.

He put down the newspaper, picked up the sandwich Kafka had made, tasted it carefully, and commented:

"The eggs were a little overcooked, the bread was undercooked on one side and burnt on the other, there was too much lettuce, and the bacon should be placed more evenly."

【Xi'er: Zero points! 】

[Black Tower: Negative points! ]

[Liuying: Don’t be so strict with the newbies. ]

Little Kafka, wearing a fruit apron, stood by the table, looking dazed and confused, not knowing how to react.

"Haha."

Su Qing smiled and said, "But for the first time, it's pretty good. Go pour two glasses of milk, and we'll sit down and eat together."

"From now on, you will be responsible for cooking, and I will clean up and select the ingredients..." Su Qing crossed his arms, thought about it for a while, and said reluctantly, "No, you will be responsible for selecting the ingredients."

On the one hand, we cannot let Kafka, who is growing up, always eat takeout.

In addition to fighting, she also has to be assigned "responsibilities" and "missions" in life, which is another aspect.

This gives Kafka a purpose and meaning every day. Even if this purpose and meaning are given by others, it is better than having nothing.

After breakfast, I cleaned up.

Kafka looks at the recipe and comes up with a meal plan for tomorrow.

"Okay, just do as you say."

Su Qing patted her head, and then rubbed it gently to show his approval and affirmation.

Kafka didn't dodge, but shook her small body as she rubbed her head.

After being rubbed, her smooth purple hair was a little messy and slightly curled up.

She shook her head, straightened her hair, and continued to look at the recipe in her hand.

[Silver Wolf: Kafka, did you learn to make sandwiches from here?]

【Kafka: Yes, that’s right.】

【March 7: Huh?】

[Silver Wolf: Kafka occasionally makes sandwiches for us when she's on a mission, and they taste pretty good. I didn't expect it was Su Qing who taught her.]

[Kafka: It’s a pity that I didn’t learn the essence. Su Qing never cooked at that time, and I thought he was not good at cooking. ]

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In addition to "responsibilities" and "missions", cultivating hobbies can also make daily life more meaningful.

It's another afternoon.

Su Qing had just completed a task this morning and was a little tired, so he planned to take a rest.

But before that, Su Qing looked at the TV and said, "That's the record player I bought from a roadside store, and a lot of vinyl records."

Kafka looked over.

Su Qing: "From now on, the record player will be in your charge. Play a few songs during your breaks every day. Go pick one and try it out."

Kafka: “Okay.”

Although the girl is emotionally empty and doesn't care about anything, from another perspective, she is also really well-behaved and obedient.

When faced with Su Qing's request, she never asked why. As long as Su Qing said so, she would definitely do it.

Kafka stood up and stood in front of the record player.

It was a record player that looked very classic with a golden speaker.

At this time, Su Qing sat on the sofa and said, "You are not allowed to choose the first one directly."

Little Kafka's hand felt as if it had been electrocuted, and she withdrew her fingertips from the first record.

【Himeko: (laughs) You got it right. 】

She looked through a dozen records piled together and finally picked one.

Su Qing spoke again: "Why choose this?"

Kafka turned around with the record in her hand: "Mom and Dad have heard this song before."

Su Qing: "..."

The room was quiet for a while.

Kafka continued, "And this music is relatively gentle, suitable for playing now."

"Well, that's it. Every time you choose a record, tell me your reason." Su Qing continued, "Do you know how to play it?"

Kafka nodded, unpacked it, placed the record on the turntable, and aligned the needle with the record groove.

As the turntable began to spin, beautiful and soft music came out from the golden speakers.

She returned to sit on the sofa.

The witcher, who had been running around for the whole morning, closed his eyes. In this pleasant afternoon, he listened to music and took a rest.

Next to Su Qing, Kafka was quietly looking at the record player. The spinning black record was reflected in the girl's beautiful purple eyes.

I wonder if the music her parents once listened to can still bring her some comfort today.

After a while.

Kafka was also feeling a little sleepy. She looked around and found that the pillows were all on the sofa on the far right, with Su Qing in the middle.

Little Kafka stared at Su Qing for a few seconds.

She did not stand up, but chose to move to the side. Then she gently leaned her head to the right and rested on Su Qing's shoulder.

After a while.

Su Qing opened his eyes and looked to the side.

Kafka's left hand was around her body, gently grasping the corner of his clothes. Her white legs were pressed together, curled up on the sofa.

From Su Qing's perspective, the girl leaned on him like a curled-up, lonely purple kitten.

Su Qing looked at her and observed her for a while.

He picked up a blanket from the side, covered himself and Kafka with it, and closed his eyes again.

afternoon.

The golden sunlight poured into the living room, casting a layer of glow on the also golden record player, and even the sound of the music became warmer.

Kafka's expression gradually relaxed as she fell asleep.

A strand of purple hair fell down and fell on her cheek.

There was no sign of her being unusual at this moment; she looked calm and peaceful as she slept, just like an ordinary, lovely little girl.

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【March 7: Wow, this scene is so warm, I want to take a screenshot as a souvenir. 】

[Silver Wolf: My teammates were so cute when they were little, I feel so proud.]

[Xing: My mother Kafka was so cute when she was little, and I was so proud of her. ]

【Xi’er: The above is outrageous. 】

[Himeko: I hope Kafka can remain this cute and well-behaved when she grows up.]

[Fu Xuan: +1]

【Fu Xuan: Unfortunately, this is not very realistic. 】

[Kafka was also sitting on the sofa at this time, leaning against the pillow as well.]

[The pillow is soft and high-end, but I can't find the same feeling as before. 】

[So Kafka simply lay on the sofa lazily. Her long legs were crossed, and her mature body was slightly adjusted into a comfortable position.]

[She holds her phone in front of her eyes and props up her cheek. ]

[Kafka looked at the live broadcast and was somewhat envious of her childhood self. ]

……

……

In the psychological clinic, Catherine finished her day's work.

She had already known that Su Qing had become a bronze-medal demon hunter, after all, this guy punched in for work.

On the day Su Qing got the bronze medal, he would pat his shoulders from time to time and say, "Oh, it's dusty again."

It surprised her and made her want to laugh at the same time.

【March 7: Haha, so funny. 】

[Qingque: How do you know that I played nine games of Diyuan Qiongyu yesterday, won seven, and won five games in a row? ]

【Xing: Who asked you? 】

Catherine packed her things and prepared to leave work.

As she was free today, she planned to go see Kafka.

Catherine trusts Su Qing very much in terms of fighting and character.