Hunting High School

[ps, for the reason of the recent update, there is an explanation in the work, please move. 】

[ps, this episode happened in the spring after the winter vacation, before the cold war between Zheng Qing and Irina, the young public finance student lost his head and wrote a letter to the witch... This chapter is matched with the second episode at the end of the sixth volume, the effect better. 】

"...

I have to admit that my feelings for you started with curiosity.

For someone like me, who grew up in a place of his own accord, it's very tempting to do something beyond your imagination (such as a romantic relationship with an exotic gypsy witch).

Fortunately, I met you.

Unfortunately, you met me.

You meet all the surprises I hoped for: you are so unexpectedly beautiful, warm, and charming. You accepted my rash invitation so unexpectedly. You are such an unexpected Holy Spirit.

However, I overestimated own ability.

I'm just a little wizard with mediocre qualifications, and an old-fashioned, very uninteresting little wizard.

Just like the little balance in my heart. One side is your goodwill and curiosity. The other side, at first, was empty. The scales are always tilting like you.

Whenever you conflict with my choice, I will always follow you with a smile, never revealing my injury. Because I feel that feelings are mutual. When I take care of your feelings, you will also take care of my feelings.

It wasn't until the balance was unknowingly filled up that I realized how selfish I was.

I selfishly gave you a hundred chances, but never said it. When you unknowingly used up these one hundred chances, I left with peace of mind, feeling no need for any explanation.

I don't know why I am writing this, I just thought I should let you know what I think.

When I'm with you, my mouth is too stupid to speak.

After writing it, I also felt that it was not what I wanted to say..."

This letter comes to an end.

The last string of ellipses may be because the owner of the letter is depressed and his mind is blank, so he can't write any more; or it may just be because the space of the letter paper is limited, and it can't hold the finger-sized, crooked calligraphy.

In the spring day, there is Yang, and there is Ming Canggeng.

The orioles outside the window sing in the warm sunshine and gentle breeze, cheering for the hard-working young wizards.

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

On the light blue letter paper, there was a whitish hyacinth watermark, just like the witch's mood at the moment.

"What a pure little fellow."

The gypsy witch rested her chin on one hand and held the letter paper between her other fingers. Seeing the sunlight shining through the back of the paper, and the projections of those white hyacinths swaying on the table, she suddenly smiled and added:

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

"And a confused little guy."

...

...

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

But for the sake of Face, men always like to insist on desperately when they should not insist.

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

This absent-minded mood affected his state very much.

Xiao Xiao noticed this.

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

"We're done." The young public fee student replied stiffly in a hoarse voice.

"what?"

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

Xiao Xiao was also a little surprised, but he just put down his hands that were kneading the corners of his eyes, and took a serious look at Zheng Qing, as if wondering if he was joking.

"Ah what!" Zheng Qing squeezed a ball of paper and smashed it into Fatty's tent.

"I mean...you're done?" Fatty's head popped out of the drapery like a tabloid reporter catching big news.

Zheng Qing snorted with her nose, and suddenly felt less regretful.

"Of course it's over." He made a cold look, and said in a light tone: "If we continue, I should be sitting in the library or Yota restaurant now... instead of listening to your boring talk."

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

As he spoke, he poked Own on the head.

"Hmph." Zheng Qing didn't bother to answer this kind of question—or rather, he didn't know how to answer it. Is he going to tell his own companions that he was just impulsive?

"It's good to divide!"

Fatty didn't know when to get out of the bed, licked the ball, and analyzed in a serious way: "...According to my opinion, you didn't like her from the beginning, you were just curious about the difference between her with gypsy blood and you , your interest is more in the pursuit of novelty than in love..."

Zheng Qing tilted his head back slightly, frowned, and listened.

Fatty's analysis unexpectedly coincided with the content of his letter—although Fatty is only a single dog—is it true that the reasons for breaking up that boys can think of are all so similar?

This is a very philosophical topic worth discussing.

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

Xin Fatty raised his arms, lifted the fat cat high above his head, shook it vigorously, and shouted: "I have always wanted to tell you that you should find a friend who is close to your blood, even if it is not good, you must It is guaranteed to be of relatively pure earth blood. You know, those gypsy wizards always have some weird concepts, just like yours, don’t you think her taste is a little weird?"

Tuantuan was dizzy from being shaken by him, screamed, and stretched out her sharp claws, leaving a few shallow marks on Banner's arm.

"Taste?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows curiously.

Fatty hugged the fat cat again, pondered for a moment, and changed to a more adequate explanation: "...that very strong fragrance, I don't know what you think, anyway, I can't breathe around her .”

"Isn't that deodorant?" The young public fee student muttered, and silently argued in his heart: "I think she smells very good."

"I seem to smell the smell of broken love." Dylan quietly climbed half of his body out of the coffin, looked at the public fee student with a gloomy gaze, and sighed softly like a magic stick: "...this is a sign that the curtain of spring is coming to an end .”

Zheng Qing was startled by the sudden sound.

He looked up at the sky.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping at this point?" Zheng Qing reminded, pointing to the sun still hanging in the sky.

"Sleeping doesn't smell like a broken relationship." Mr. Vampire Werewolf didn't hide his gloating nature at all: "If you are covered in blood from being cut by Irina with a hatchet, it will be even more fragrant."