Hunting College

The second class of the afternoon is over.

According to ordinary students, it is now time for school.

But for many good and aggressive children, the time to study has just begun.

This is the Shushan Pavilion.

The First University has nine academic libraries.

Behind the tall glass wall, at each table are good students who study and study hard. Only the libraries of nine universities have such an atmosphere.

Just like a proverb in the wizarding world:

"People can always find nine students in the library, they can always see Alpha's community in the lounge, they can always meet the wounded in the starry sky in the hospital, and they can always hear Atlas praying under the statue of the gods. "

Nicholas pondered this proverb and walked silently in the depths of the corridor along the shadows cast by the sunlight in the hall.

Sometimes he always suspected that there was a problem with the school's roster, allowing students like himself who were incompatible with the atmosphere of Jiuyou to enter the school.

In his opinion, whether it is Alpha Castle or Star Cube, it is a more desirable place than Jiuyou Academy.

When was the last time he entered the Shushan Pavilion, he has no exact memory.

Maybe it's the first day after entering the first university in the first year?

At that time, he still had a longing in his heart, dreaming of accomplishing a career in this palace of wizards and comforting his mother's spirit in heaven.

and then?

He shook his head, the memory is a little fuzzy here.

I vaguely remembered the continuous sneezing, laughing, stained books, and the angry shouts of the librarian.

Nicholas shivered, shrinking his path deeper into the shadows.

Although he has the blood of a creature under the moon, he does not have the sunlight allergy that most creatures suffer from. Walking in the shadows, on the one hand, is only by nature, on the other hand, he does not want others to notice him.

As a super crane that repeats grades twice, it would be embarrassing to meet his senior'classmates' in such a sacred place as the library.

His nose fluttered slightly.

The strong scholarly fragrance came from all directions, making him a little uncomfortable.

For a mixed-blood werewolf, even though the natural ability of smell has been greatly weakened, it is still much more sensitive than the average wizard.

The scent of books that made many people intoxicated, in his nasal cavity, was just the strange smell of dust, ink, dry insect corpses and rotten wood.

Smell in his nose always makes him have the urge to sneeze.

This is also one of the reasons why he basically did not study in the library for three years.

And now, he has broken his shackles on himself.

For schoolwork, for my sister, for the unattainable dream deep in my heart.

Nicholas took a hard breath, held back his itchy nostrils, and carefully looked for the fragrance from the mess of smells.

The smell belongs to her.

...

Liu Feifei was lying on the desk with a copy of "The Philosophy of Magic" in front of her.

But her mind is not in the books at all.

The afterglow of the evening passed through the tall French windows and gently enveloped her, as if she was covered with a soft tulle.

She stared at a test paper in front of her, not knowing what she had found, she couldn't help laughing.

"It's stupid." She muttered, "It can be answered wrong!"

Then she woke up suddenly, blushing, covering her mouth, and looking around carefully.

Fortunately, no one else noticed his gaffe.

The desk she chose is located next to the French window on the corner of the second floor of the Book Mountain Pavilion. As far as I can see, there are tall bookshelves all around. Only two desks were placed between the bookcase and the corner of the wall.

The other table was separated from her by a bookcase with his head sticking out, only a small part of the figure was exposed.

There seemed to be two students sitting behind the table, but they had been arguing fiercely in a low voice, completely ignoring themselves.

Ignore.

Suddenly a trace of melancholy hung on Liu Feifei's face, a little distracted.

Maybe it is because of the same sense of loneliness that I can have more common language with him, agree with this.

She is a posthumous child, and her mother disappeared when she was very young. From childhood to childhood, the deepest impression is the huge hooked nose of the grandmother.

The granddaughter also killed her son. The old grandmother hated this girl who had cut off her blood. She never had a good face in front of her.

When she was five years old, she was kicked out of the house and lived with her grandmother who lived alone on the mountain.

There are no neighbors on the mountain, and grandma's ears are also very back, often she says three or five sentences, and grandma too can say yes.

With no playmates of the same age and no one to talk, she gradually got used to chatting with the little animals in front of and behind the house.

After she was a little older, grandma gave her a bowl of medicine.

She still remembered that in order to let her drink the stenchy medicinal soup, the grandmother moved her little feet and drove many big white geese to block her in the house.

If she was asked to choose again, she would still not be able to accept the taste of the soup.

But she will find a way to add a lot of sugar and honey to the medicine soup to make it less difficult to eat.

After all, it was a bowl of enlightenment soup.

It was not until entering the first university that she slowly learned the preciousness of that bowl of medicinal soup.

At the time, she only remembered a lot of things in her mind overnight. Words, numbers, spells, magic, a huge new world appeared before her eyes.

The following days will be much easier.

Every day, she helps grandma go to the mountains to gather herbs, and at night she rubs her oil lamp through the moldy old books.

Until she received the acceptance letter from the first university.

Until she first set foot in a school.

Until she met him.

She has never gone to a wizard’s school, nor has she had much experience with other wizards, nor has she received selfless help from others.

Therefore, when Nicholas cast a spell for her to destroy a book, she was very scared.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." When she proposed to pay for the book, the thin, yellow-skinned boy who always trembles involuntarily comforted her like this: "My spellcasting level is not enough, it has nothing to do with you."

"But," Liu Feifei plucked up the courage and looked at him apologetically: "I always have to make up for you. Grandma Tai said that wizards cannot owe others in my heart."

The boy hesitated for a few seconds.

"You are a government-funded student. You must study well." He looked at the girl sincerely and asked, "Can you help me with my homework?"

Liu Feifei did not hesitate, and immediately nodded seriously.

"That's it," she took his hand and shook it vigorously.

right now.

Nicholas was already regretting his proposal.

He walked through the rows of tall mahogany bookshelves and took a cautious look.

"What are you looking at, come on!" Behind the desk in front of the French window, the girl whispered, "Where is your textbook?"

"In the bag~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This freshman uneasily pulled the corner of his clothes, his eyes only dared to fall on the feet of the girl's robe.

He turned his head and vaguely saw two familiar figures sitting behind the table not far away.

"Why don't we change the place." His shoes rubbed uncomfortably on the ground, and whispered, "There seems to be someone from our class over there..."

"Why!" The girl fluffed her hair and looked up at him: "The seat in the library has always been tense. I was able to occupy this position thanks to the name of the public student... We just read and study, even if others see it. what relationship?"

"I'm afraid you will be ashamed." The mixed-race werewolf who is very famous in Beta Town finds that it is always difficult to muster courage in front of girls. He muttered: "Others see you with me, it's not good for you."

The sun fell on the girl's face, and the small fluff was particularly clear.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her original dissatisfaction disappeared instantly.

"It's okay." She lowered her head, flipping through the book: "Others are uncomfortable, that's their business."