He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Chi Lang woke up in a daze once, it was probably at dawn, and a few rays of sunshine came in from the window and floated on Sheffield's face.

Sheffield was still sound asleep, which was one of the few times Chi Lang could see Sheffield asleep. Often when he woke up, Sheffield was already dressed and ready to go out.

Chi Lang cherished such moments very much, he leaned over and kissed Sheffield's face, which made him get a kind of joy of stealing a kiss, and then he leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes.

The curtains were blown slightly by the wind, and the sound of the clock rang faintly, and occasionally there was laughter from downstairs, and occasionally there were some unknown birds chirping.

Chi Lang likes this leisurely moment very much. There is nothing to do next, and the worries and concerns are gone. He can sleep very late, even if he has been indulging in such dreams.

When Chi Lang woke up again, the sun had already covered the whole bed.

He leaned over to Sheffield and found it was empty. He looked up to the door, Sheffield was leaning against the table, neatly dressed, looking at him with a smile, as if he had looked at him for a long time.

"Now..." After Chi Lang spoke, he realized that his voice was hoarse.

Sheffield was stunned and asked him, "Want to drink water?"

Chi Lang nodded.

"Then wait a moment." Sheffield had already poured the water, but the water was a little cold at this time. He used fire magic to warm the water again, and then handed the water to Chi Lang.

Sheffield touched Chi Lang's face with his hand, then touched his hair.

Chi Lang thought, Sheffield's hands have always been cold, but since he came back yesterday, his hands have been warm. Is it because he has been using fire magic.

In short, this morning seemed to be indistinguishable from all mornings, just an ordinary, undistinguished morning.

- If you can ignore the dull soreness in his body.

Sheffield took the cup again and asked him, "Do you feel any pain?"

coming. Finally, we have to face this inconsistency problem head-on.

Chi Lang retracted into the quilt again, he covered his face with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "It hurts a little bit... It's still good..." His final voice was already raised in the end.

Sheffield leaned forward slightly, put his hands on the bed, and smiled.

"—What does it mean to be good? You make me think you're reluctant to say it."

Chi Lang took a deep breath and said, "It's just comfortable to listen to, it's very refreshing, and I want to do it again many times... No, not many times, just the usual number of times, are you satisfied?"

Sheffield just kissed his forehead: "Very satisfied, let's get dressed."

Chi Lang: "...you turn around?"

Sheffield did not embarrass him and turned around.

Chi Lang slowly buttoned up.

Sheffield suddenly smiled and asked, "You used to put on your trousers and then your top when you woke up. Today, you put on your top first?"

Chi Lang's movements stopped for a while, and he felt embarrassed: "...don't talk."

Their lives are still very harmonious, Chi Lang thinks Sheffield, although sometimes he speaks too much, but his actions are very gentle.

It was so gentle that Chi Lang felt embarrassed that he hoped Sheffield could use more force.

When he was embarrassed and euphemistically expressed his true thoughts to Sheffield during a certain day.

After hearing that, Sheffield touched his head, suppressed the dark surge in his eyes, and smiled gently: "Okay."

Chi Lang felt that the night was very long.

Tears were oozing from the corners of his eyes, and Sheffield licked his tears very gently, but his strength didn't diminish in the slightest.

Well, other than that, they have no twists and turns.

Sheffield seemed to be obsessed with baking bread and cookies, and followed him to the Magic Research Institute every day, Chi Lang to the Mechanical Department, and Sheffield to the Logistics Department.

Then Dinah came with them.

But Sheffield wouldn't give him those biscuits. Even if Chi Lang tried his best, he couldn't taste any biscuits made by Sheffield.

Every time he asked about the cookies, Sheffield would kiss him until he was so dizzy he couldn't think of anything.

Afterwards, Dinah seemed really unable to bear it any longer, and gave Chi Lang a baked biscuit.

After Chi Lang tasted it, he felt that although the taste of the biscuits was a little rough and the sugar was a little more, the rest was fine, neither delicious nor unpalatable.

He asked Dinah, "Is it alright, so why didn't he give it to me?"

Dinah: "I made this. Sheffield made it, um, about ten times worse than this."

Chi Lang imagined the concept of ten times as unpalatable. ,

"Well, can you do me a favor at the academy tomorrow? It's about hosting a freshman or something. I talked to Sheffield, but I'll ask you again," Dinah asked him.

Chi Lang finally realized that the holiday was almost over, and although there was no homework this holiday, he still felt a sense of nervousness about starting school. His happy, carefree, shameless vacation was almost over.

"Okay, but can I help?" Chi Lang asked.

"You don't have to do anything, just stand there and show the demeanor of the academy," Dinah put away her biscuits. "I'll bake some more today and give them to the freshmen tomorrow."

The next day, Chi Lang and Sheffield went to the gate of the academy and said it was the gate. In fact, the academy and the surrounding buildings were integrated together, and the gate only had a stone engraved with "Saint Magic Academy".

There were more than a dozen of them, sitting beside a stone with only a few tables in front of them, which looked rather desolate.

Chi Lang waited here for a long time, but he didn't see anyone coming. It was a little strange: "Do those who come don't go through the main entrance? Then how did they get into the academy? Don't they use it to sign in?"

Dinah: "Because a lot of people won't come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, a section of the road in front of the table suddenly bulged upward, and some dirt overflowed.

Then Chi Lang watched helplessly, more and more soil overflowed to both sides, and a person emerged from the soil.

The dude shook the dirt off his body, handed out a crumpled piece of paper, and bowed ninety degrees: "Pike."

Dinah was not surprised, she stamped a chapter on his paper, and said kindly: "Classmate, the dormitory building of the Elements Department is in the innermost building in the east, you should be able to find it by yourself... This is a small cookie for freshmen. , you take it and eat it."

Pike maintained his bowing motion, took the paper and biscuits, and burrowed into the soil again.

There was a pit left on the ground, which was very abrupt, and it seemed that the group of them were even more grass-rooted.

Joyce also came and said, "I'll make it up... It's just that there are biscuits. I didn't eat breakfast. Can you give me a few?"

Dinah handed him some square cookies.

But Joyce is the kind of person who has always lacked roots, doesn't know how to beat around the bush, and never wronged himself when it comes to eating on weekdays.

He just took a bite: "Wow, Dinah, where did you buy these biscuits? It's too bad."

Dinah glanced at him sideways, and said in a very natural tone, "Oh, I did."

Joyce: "...It doesn't seem to be too bad. I just had a problem with my taste."

Chi Lang patted Joyce on the shoulder, took a round biscuit from Dinah, and said, "You are too exaggerated, the taste is okay," he also took a bite, and suddenly said no Go down, keep chewing, and pause for a while.

Dinah: "Is it really bad?"

Chi Lang said vaguely: "No, no, no, it's just a little more sugar and a little more salt than the one that day."

Sheffield answered: "I made the circle."

Chi Lang hurriedly swallowed, and then took a few more round biscuits: "...It doesn't matter, I just like food with more sugar and salt."

Chi Lang and Joyce's eyes met in the air for a moment. At that moment, Chi Lang finally felt that he and Joyce also had a moment to communicate through brain waves.

"Excuse me, how do you get to Teacher Beefs' office?"

While they were talking, a timid female voice came in, and Chi Lang looked at the place where the voice came from. There was a very thin girl with short brown hair, leaning forward, and her whole body was tense. .

Chi Lang didn't know this place, Joyce and Dinah never went to the teacher's office, and the place became quiet for a while, and finally Sheffield said: "Go forward, turn left when you encounter a fork in the road, and turn the third one. Bend, in a building with two oak trees in front of the door."

The girl let out an "ah", thanked her constantly, blushed a bit, and then trotted away.

Dinah asked at the back, "Don't you stamp it, classmate?"

She ran back and handed out her notification document. Chi Lang glanced at the name on it that said "Ella".

Ella thanked again and walked away with her head down.

"It must be that you are too ugly to scare others away." Chi Lang said to Joyce.

Joyce: "You must have acted too aggressively to scare people away."

Sheffield wiped the residue on Chi Lang's mouth with a handkerchief, and said softly, "He doesn't have to be too gentle with others."

Joyce felt that the atmosphere here was weird and took a step to the side, but Dinah also looked cold, so he could only cast his eyes into the distance.

At this time, the blue sky and white clouds, the sun is just right, the breeze is blowing, and there is the sound of "tata" horses' hooves in the distance. Several teenagers are slowly approaching on horseback, and the girl wearing a hood drifts like a ghost. With whistling, several children descended from the wind.

The freshmen reported in various ways, and there was also a student from the Department of Illusion. Seeing that they were too shabby here, they used an illusion magic to make the reception desk look neat and orderly.

But the next moment, a new student of wind magic came and blew the paper on the table into pieces.

Chi Lang bent down to pick up the paper, and hooked Sheffield's finger when everyone was not paying attention. In this messy situation, he actually felt that this moment was so beautiful.

On the way back to bed, Chi Lang was humming an out-of-tune tune.

He just learned about his new semester's class schedule, and was surprised to find that he was actually a prophecy department. Facing this mysterious and mysterious school, he felt a little anxious.

"Actually, if you don't want to study these courses, you can drop out." Sheffield looked at him, "I don't have to study these."

Chi Lang: "No, no, no, the long beard said that I must graduate from the academy, otherwise he won't let me go to the Magic Research Society."

Sheffield: "That's okay. If you really can't get through, I can help you."

Chi Lang stopped, made a very big determination, and said, "No, I have to work **** my own, and I can do whatever I get in the exam."

He sighed and pulled Sheffield's sleeve: "You can't be so indulgent to me, you have to be stricter, such as urging me to study hard."

Sheffield raised his eyebrows: "For example, do you get up early every day, and then accompany you to study until late at night?"

Chi Lang's eyes lit up: "For example... if I don't get good grades, I won't be able to do discordant things that week."

Chi Lang felt that he was very smart and was quite complacent: "Yes, that's it, I must be particularly motivated to learn."

Sheffield looked at him, his eyes were a little dark, he lowered his head and smiled: "Is it punishing you, or punishing me?"