Hunting College

[Ps, for the recent update, there is an explanation in the work related, please move. 】

[Ps, this episode happened in the spring after the winter vacation. Before the cold war between Zheng Qing and Irina, the young official went fainted and wrote a letter of dismissal to the witch... This chapter is matched with the last episode of the sixth volume. The effect Better. 】

"...

I must admit that my feelings for you started out of curiosity.

For a person like me who has been keeping himself safe from childhood to most of his life, it is very tempting to do something beyond his imagination (such as talking about a romantic love with an exotic gypsy witch).

Fortunately, I met you.

Unfortunately, you met me.

You meet all my hopes by accident: you are so unexpectedly beautiful, passionate, and full of charm. You accepted my reckless invitation so unexpectedly. You are such an unexpected Holy Spirit.

However, I overestimated my abilities.

I'm just a mediocre little wizard, and a staid, uninteresting little wizard.

Just like the little balance in my heart. On one side is your goodwill and curiosity. The other side, at the very beginning, was empty. The balance is always tilted like you.

Whenever you conflict with my choice, I always follow you with a smile, never revealing where I was hurt. Because I think that feelings are mutual. While I take care of your feelings, you will also take care of my feelings.

It wasn't until the balance was filled with weights unknowingly, that I calmly discovered how selfish I am.

I selfishly gave you a hundred opportunities, but never said it once. After you used up all these 100 opportunities unknowingly, I left comfortably, feeling that no explanation was needed.

I don't know why I wrote these, but I think I should let you know what I think.

When I am with you, my mouth is too stupid to say.

After I wrote it, I felt that it was actually not what I wanted to say..."

This concludes the letter.

The last series of ellipsis may be because the owner of the letter is depressed, and his mind is blank, so he can't write it; or it may just be because the letter paper is limited in space and can't hold the finger-sized, crooked brush writing.

In the spring of the sun, there is Narokangeng.

The oriole bird outside the window sang in the warm sunshine and gentle breeze, cheering for the young wizards who are studying hard.

Elena was sitting in a fixed seat on the third floor of the library, holding the letter in her hand, and looking at the letter with a smile in the spring sunshine.

On the pale blue letter paper, there was a whitish hyacinth watermark, just like the mood of a witch at the moment.

"What a pure little guy."

The gypsy witch put her cheek in one hand and held the letter paper between her fingers. Watching the sun shine through the back of the paper, the projections of the white hyacinths swayed on the table, and she suddenly smiled and added:

"And a confused little guy."

...

...

After the cyan paper crane flew away for a while, Zheng Qing regretted it.

But for the sake of face, men always like to persist when they shouldn't.

He sat behind the desk in the dormitory and looked out the window eagerly, expecting the blue paper crane to peck the glass on the window with a reply.

This kind of absent-minded emotion affects his state very much.

Xiao Xiao noticed this.

"Why don't you go to the library today and review your homework with Irina?" He took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and yawned heavily, "...Anyway, you can't learn by yourself."

"We're over." The young public student replied stiffly with a low voice.

"what?"

This exclamation was not Xiao Xiao's voice, but came from Fatty Xin's bed behind Zheng Qing.

Xiao Xiao was also a little surprised, but only put down the hand that was kneading the corner of his eye, and took a serious look at Zheng Qing, as if he wanted to know if he was joking.

"Ah what!" Zheng Qingshun squeezed a paper ball and smashed it into the fat man's account.

"I mean... are you over?" The fat man's head emerged from the drapery, as if a tabloid reporter grasped the big news.

Zheng Qing snorted with his nose, and suddenly felt that he did not regret that much.

"Of course it's over." He made a cold look, with a low tone of voice: "If we continue, I should sit in the library or the Jota restaurant now... instead of listening to you boring here."

"But," Xiao Xiao had put his glasses back on again, and looked at the young public student with a serious expression: "...Why? There is always a reason for anything that happens. If I remember correctly, you were still together yesterday. Right."

As he said, he poked his head.

"Huh." Zheng Qing disdain to answer this kind of question--or rather, he doesn't know how to answer it. Does he want to tell his companions that he is just impulsive?

"It's good!"

The fat man didn’t know when he got out of the bed, he slapped Tuantuan, and analyzed it in a pretentious manner: “...According to my opinion, you didn’t like her from the beginning. You are just curious about the difference between her and you, who is of Gypsy blood. , Your interest is more about curiosity than love..."

Zheng Qing's head tilted back slightly~www.readwn.com~ frowned, listening.

Fatty’s analysis unexpectedly coincides with the content of Thaksin's letter-even though Fatty is just a single dog-are all the reasons that boys can think of for breaking up are so similar?

This is a philosophical topic worth exploring.

"...So, long live the end!"

Fatty Xin raised his arms, raised the fat cat high above his head, shook it vigorously, and yelled: "I always wanted to tell you that you should find a friend who is close to your bloodline. It is guaranteed to be of pure earth descent. You know, those gypsy wizards always have strange ideas, just like yours, don't you think her tastes a little strange?"

Tuantuan was dizzy by him, screamed, and stuck out his sharp claws, leaving a few simple marks on Banner's arm.

"Taste?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows curiously.

The fat man hugged the fat cat in his arms again, pondered for a moment, and changed to a more full statement: "...that kind of strong fragrance, I don't know what you think, I can't breathe around her anyway ."

"Isn't that deodorant?" the young public-sponsored muttered, silently defending in the bottom of his heart: "I think she smells good."

"I seem to smell the scent of broken love." Dylan crawled out of the coffin half of his body silently, looked at the public servant with a faint look, and sighed like a **** stick: "...This is a sign of the end of spring ."

Zheng Qing was taken aback by the sudden sound.

He looked up at the sky.

"At this point, shouldn't you sleep?" Zheng Qing pointed to the sun still hanging in the sky and reminded.

"Sleeping doesn't smell like broken love." Mr. Vampire Werewolf did not conceal his gloating nature: "If you are covered with blood by Elena with a hatchet, it will be even more fragrant."