Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

A carriage, braving the cold wind, finally arrived at the north gate of Liyue Harbor.

Su Ping looked at the West Wind Church logo on the carriage and the wine-red-haired girl with half of her head sticking out of the window, and knew that the girl had arrived.

After bidding farewell to the Qianyan soldiers around him and straightening his clothes, Su Ping walked straight towards the carriage that was gradually coming to a stop.

Rosalia also jumped off the carriage, her long burgundy hair fluttering behind her. In the cold wind, the girl's cheeks were also red, and she looked a little cuter than usual.

“Teacher Su Ping?” Rosalia opened her mouth and a little mist came out of her mouth. She was not sure whether the boy with a slightly darker complexion in front of her was the boy with a small face and a chubby face.

Su Ping waved his hand and said with a smile: "I've already told you, don't call me teacher. I'm far from being a teacher."

"But before I got on the carriage, the Grand Commander repeatedly told me to call you teacher." Rosalia blinked her bright eyes.

The girl now was much more relaxed and mature than the last time they met. At least now she was able to look around better, and it was difficult for non-professionals to tell what was going on.

"I see." Su Ping muttered to himself, and then said: "Let's go, I'll arrange a place for you to stay, but it's probably still so cold these days, so you can't go anywhere fun."

"It's enough for us to meet once, the rest is just by the way." There was a smile on Rosalia's face, sincere and honest.

Su Ping took him to the inn to stay. It was about one street away from the shop and was the nearest inn.

Then on the way back, Su Ping took a detour to bring some medicine, which attracted the girl's attention.

"are you sick?"

"No, it's my business partner. Someone on her side looked suspicious, so I brought some medicine back."

"Is she the smart woman you mentioned in your letter, with white hair, red eyes, bright eyes, white teeth, and a face that can rival the moon?"

"When did I ever say that?"

Su Ping thought about it for a moment and realized that this was not what was written in the letter. Then he looked at the girl and waited for the next words.

Rosalia put her hands on her proud breasts and laughed, "Then all your descriptions in the letter add up to the meaning of these four words!"

Su Ping did not dwell on this matter, and instead asked, "Is the church assessment going well?"

"It's OK. I passed. It just took a lot of effort. Otherwise, the Grand Commander would never have let me out of Mondstadt. Speaking of this..."

Rosalia turned around, showing her back to the boy, and pointed at a light blue glass ball hanging on her waist.

"After passing the test, I also got the Eye of God! Pretty impressive, right?"

Su Ping's eyes were occupied by the shining light of the cold wind. He smiled and nodded affirmatively: "Amazing, I don't know many holders of the Eye of God. You are the youngest one."

Rosalia grinned twice, then yawned, realizing that this might be a bit rude, so she said awkwardly, "Sorry."

Su Ping shook his head slightly and raised his eyebrows: "Have you been on night shift recently?"

"More than that." Rosalia only said these two words, because she was on night shift from beginning to end, but she was not in church and was not praying.

She once claimed that it was impossible for her to live under the golden sunshine and that she only belonged to the moonlight. But now, she is actually very different. In Mondstadt, she has an old man who needs her support, and in Liyue, there is a young man who is her friend.

Rosalia looked at the boy and said something that was even more ambiguous than what she had heard many years ago, making it impossible to tell what it really meant.

"You are the less youthful young man!"

"What do you mean?" Su Ping's eyes flashed with surprise, and then disappeared. It was not hidden, but relief.

After all, this matter is very secretive no matter how you look at it, and he is very sure that the girl's words do not mean what he thinks.

Rosalia opened her mouth and explained slowly, just like when he explained the words and principles in the book to the girl he had just met.

"To me, the happy people living in the sunshine are all young people, and the young people who are not young are people like you, who have ambitions but are suffering from the current situation!"

"I'm not suffering at all. I live a good and fulfilling life every day." Su Ping didn't lie.

His daily life now is so simple that he can see the end at a glance, but he enjoys it and knows how to have fun.

Watching Mora's income and feeling the changes in my body, this is... good.

As they continued talking, they finally arrived at the door of the grocery store. The large piece of cloth was still fluttering in the cold wind, but it was entangled with silk threads, making it unable to break free.

Rosalia looked at the shop which had no sign above and was not too big, and said calmly, "Is this your shop?"

"This is not it. Mine is over there." Su Ping pointed to the small shop next to him, which looked a bit shabby but had quite a lot of income.

Rosalia was surprised and asked, "How could this happen? Didn't you write two books? I saw reports that you made a lot of money. How come your shop is like this?"

"We did make a lot of money, but unfortunately, things are unpredictable. Let's not talk about this anymore and go in quickly." Su Ping walked in front and lifted a corner of the cloth.

After Rosalia went through, he also went into the house and put the medicine on the counter. Someone would take care of it and introduce the two groups of people to each other to avoid any embarrassment or disagreement.

After seeing the beautiful girl from Mondstadt, Ningguang glanced at the boy with a look that was slightly resentful, but in fact it was what she thought, and then she returned to her usual smile.

"Miss Rosaria, right? Welcome, Boss Su's friend, and my friend too. I hope you have a pleasant trip to Liyue!"

"Thanks to Miss Ningguang for her words, it will be like this." Rosalia sat upright on the chair for a rare time, not crossing one leg on the chair or crossing her legs as she usually did.

After a brief silence, Su Ping glanced at Bai Wen who was boiling medicine alone. He was about to help, but was ordered by the grocery store owner to sit down, so he had no choice but to stay.

"Your friend is here, but you don't entertain him in person. Do you want me to spread the news of unhappiness between business partners?" Ningguang scolded with a smile.

"No, no." Su Ping shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Bai Shi was still wrapped up tightly, curled up in the chair. Seeing the girl from Mond sitting so upright, he couldn't help but wonder, "Miss Rosalia, aren't you cold?"

"A little, but don't worry." Rosalia's already rosy face looked even more blood-red under the light of the coal stove.

Bai Xiao asked: "Is it because of the Eye of God?"

Rosalia replied, “Yes.”

The girl knew everything and said dejectedly, "If only I had the Eye of God, I wouldn't be frozen like this."

Although Bai Xiao was reluctant to agree, because it would be a waste to use something as powerful as the Eye of God only to keep warm, she changed her mind and thought it was not a bad idea.

"Bai Wen is already decocting the medicine. You two should wait a little longer." Su Ping acted like a grocery store owner, using the tone of voice that said Bai Wen is already doing this and that, and you guys are doing this and that.

After a pause, Su Ping asked again: "Is there enough food in the shop? If so, shall we have hot pot at noon?"

“Of course it’s enough.” Ningguang glanced at the boy, then stretched out her arms and legs, sat upright and said slowly: “It’s also a good opportunity for Miss Rosaria to experience the folk cuisine of Liyue.”

Rosalia inexplicably recalled what was written in a book and said, "It's about everyone sitting around a table, with meat, vegetables, seafood, etc., and then cooking delicious food in a big pot?"

"That's right." Su Ping nodded.

Bai Shi listened to this description which seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, and asked curiously: "Ms. Rosalia, you should know that Su Ping is a writer, right?"

"Of course I do."

"Have you seen her work?"

"I've read them all, but the fourth volume of 'If I Could Start Over Again' hasn't been put on the shelves in Mond yet, probably because of international transportation issues."

Speaking of this, Bai Shike became interested and began to urge the boy to finish the fourth volume by the end of the year.

"I think it may not be because of the slow transportation, but from the source. For example, the author who always works for three days and rests for two days has not written a single word for 23 days!"

Su Ping couldn't help but touch his nose at these words full of resentment and laughter. He said vaguely: "This... mainly because I don't have any inspiration and I'm not in a good state, so I can't write!"

"I've heard this statement at least ten times. How dare you repeat it over and over again?" Bai Shi curled his lips.

Su Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he just spread his hands and said, "I'll write it next year. This weather is not suitable for writing."

"Don't even think about it!" These two words came out of Bai Xiao's mouth in a sonorous and powerful voice that could not be rejected. She hadn't seen a new manuscript for nearly a year, and she was so eager to do it that she could only speak like this.

Seeing their attitude, Rosalia wanted to persuade them, but she had also suffered from the author's delay in updating, and the two women also appealed to his emotions and reason, so she stood on the side of the two women with righteous words.

The angry readers launched a long speech against the evil author, trying to shake his procrastinating heart and hope that he would turn back into the original, simple and kind-hearted author.

Unfortunately, it seems to be too late. Su Ping is no longer the newcomer he used to be. He knows the beauty of delaying the update. One day without update, one day of happiness. Every day without update, every day of happiness.

Even though I looked like a waste who was not doing his job and was only interested in pleasure, the feeling was indeed comfortable, just like when you first taste the forbidden fruit and feel the pleasure, you can't stop.

Anyway, writing is his side job, so it can't be considered as not doing his main job. Besides, he has so many things to do, and so many authors are delaying their updates. He is just a little slower after all, so what's wrong with that?