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"Are these things being moved out?"
In front of the house, He Cheng asked the black-haired girl standing in the corridor.
"No need, just leave them here," Tilan took another look at the furniture and the old television equipnt in the house and shook her head slightly.
"That's it, then? Once these are moved, the rest will be preserved in place," He Cheng looked at Tilan and asked carefully.
"Yeah, that's it."
The girl nodded again, then walked into the house and carried out a porcelain piggy bank.
"Give this to Lisha, I won't need it anymore," she said.
"Thank you, Tilan," He Cheng received it, stored it properly, and placed it in the transport vehicle's cockpit outside the house.
Afterward, the two stepped out, and the workers who had been waiting for a while took out various devices, began inserting isolation plates into the house's exterior walls, then started filling it with fla retardant inert gases, covering it with dustproof and isolation cloth, and gradually preserving it. With such protective asures, the items inside the house could be kept unchanged for decades.
In a few days, Hexia would be heading to the Central Star Domain. There, she expected to stay for a long ti, and the frequency of her return visits would decrease. Therefore, she took out so important items this ti, leaving the less significant old furniture and belongings in this house.
Originally, the workers had suggested that she cut the whole house out of the residential area and transport it to be preserved in South First District. However, Tilan thought it over and refused the proposal, probably thinking that maintaining it in this area's environnt was worth reminiscing about. If entirely detached, it would beco sothing akin to a specin, losing its value as a nostalgic mory.
Watching the workers completely seal off the entire house, finally affixing a special sealing strip and isolation tape, Tilan turned to leave.
Noon at 'Dream of Glazed Glass.'
On what was ant to be an off day, Dream of Glazed Glass opened uncommonly, or rather partially opened, because today, Hexia hosted a class reunion there.
Forr classmates gathered once again, sitting together and talking about their recent situations, while occasionally, groups of people played trading card gas or made barbeque and gourt food on the side.
The maids in the store were only a few that day, their task being to assist Hexia in managing the party. Other matters, such as preparing food and beverages and so miscellaneous tasks, were handled by another group of maids dressed in black and red uniforms.
"They all seem so capable, and none of them is bad-looking,"
The bunny-eared maid 'Belfeng' was currently slacking off behind the bar, whispering with 'Huale' at her side. With the manager gradually delegating authority to her, hardly anyone in the shop could control her anymore.
"Heard they're followers of Little Tilan. I don't know much about it—initially thought they were mbers of a professional maid organization," 'Huale' said as she gently swirled the fruit wine she was mixing and took a small sip.
"I actually think they resemble you," Huale pointed at Belfeng's eyes.
"Oh, it does seem like it," Belfeng's bunny ears perked up, as if she had discovered sothing new and interesting.
"All have blood-red eyes, are part of the Blood Pupil Sequence, and quite pretty, too."
"Being pretty is an unnecessary commonality," 'Huale' quipped.
"But their strengths are truly not weak; they're basically around Blood Pupil Sequence 5. They look young, don't they?"
Apart from Tilan, the highest Sequence among the students present in the reunion was Sequence 4. The maids serving them, on the other hand, were almost all above Blood Pupil Sequence 5, also agile and graceful. If not for their uniforms defining their roles, it would be easy to reverse the status of the two groups.
On one side, the students were chatting in high spirits, when Tilan finally erged from the nearby rest room. Unlike in the morning, she now changed into a slightly more complex sumr dress, a white one with wide light blue and pink silk ribbons at the waist, revealing her long, fair legs. Accompanying Tilan were Cindy and Yilin, who were talking and greeting everyone with Tilan.
Although Tilan was no longer as shy as before, this kind of party centered around her was a first for her, and she was understandably a bit inexperienced. Yilin and Cindy were there to help and fill in gaps while also dealing with minor issues.
All in all, the four years of high school hadn't changed everyone's personality too much. However, compared to four years ago, everyone had grown taller, and their clothes and styles had gradually matured into different fashions.
"Long ti no see, Tilan,"
Two especially distinguished classmates stood in front of Tilan, one in a white coat and the other in a black coat, both with laces and buttons on the sleeves and hems, exuding a vintage railway style.
"So it's you two," Tilan rembered them.
"Hehe, I wasn't wrong, was I? You recognized us at a glance, Tilan," one of them spoke.
"You've gotten more talkative," the other was slightly aloof.
"Jian Buyan,"
"Chen Zhiyu,"
They once again introduced themselves with their distinctive role-playing habit.
"Got it,"
The girl blinked and then nodded, after which they sat down satisfied, making way for others.
Afterward, other students spoke with Tilan, so ntioning their future direction, others discussing where they planned to work, and so rely talking about their interests.
Even though they had not really stepped into society yet, many had already begun to feel the worldly atmosphere and could no longer regard the young girl as just a classmate. So people tried to perform well in front of her, hoping to win her favor. So sought her help, seeking assistance, while others still harbored simple past emotions but were restrained by their status.
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