The reserve food raised is the Elf King

For the first time, Isabella felt that a mere five minutes could seem so long and torturous.

The other students were all discussing with each other seriously, and the atmosphere was lively. Only her table was as quiet as a chicken, and you could hear a pin drop.

Lancelot smiled softly, his eyebrows were affectionate, and he met Isabella's eyes.

Why aren't you leaving? Go to class quicklyqwq

Isabella was trembling in her heart, already thinking that she would have to be punished to copy a few books in order to coax the elf in front of her into good health.

However, Lancelot did not leave. Instead, he raised his finger and pointed at the position next to Isabella.

"Can I sit here for now?"

The elf asked elegantly, with a gentle look from the corner of his eye, "I want to talk to Miss Isabella about something."

Isabella: "...qwq"

Didn't I just say that I would go to the office to chat after class? Why did I suddenly change my mind again?

You are a professor now! !

Hundreds of people in the entire classroom are watching your every move!

The sensitive Miss Dragon had already felt a lot of gazes from far and near around her, secretly poking at her. She has never received so many looks since she started school.

Wow, I’m so used to it.

The essence of being a fisherman is to be good at diving.

Once her fat-headed fish was caught on the shore and attracted much attention, it felt like an embarrassing public execution.

"Lance..." Isabella tried to refuse with her eyes.

And Lydia, who "respects the professor's instructions in everything", was immediately very winking and rolled to another empty seat in the back row.

"Professor, you two have a chat."

Isabella: "..."

All friends are gone.

Lancelot smiled gently and sat in the empty seat next to Isabella, wearing a white robe like flowing clouds and streams, pouring down from the noble clouds.

He turned sideways towards Isabella, resting his wrists lightly on the table, revealing a small section of skin as white as jade from his sleeves.

There happens to be a ray of sunshine shining through the window, giving it a crystal clear beauty.

Isabella looked down: "...Gulu."

Swallow.

It was an atmosphere that should be tense and guilty, but Isabella felt hungry.

It must be because I didn’t have enough breakfast!

Miss Julong firmly refused to admit that she was so easily seduced by beauty.

The elegant blond professor didn't seem to notice Isabella's gaze and directly picked up the notebook she had spread out on the table in a pretentious manner.

Unexpectedly...I didn't remember a single word.

Isabella apologized in advance, lowered her head and admitted her mistake very obediently, "I'm sorry Lance, I will complete the notes when I get home this afternoon."

"It's okay. I'll go to the office later and I'll teach you again."

The elf graciously forgave her and asked, "Can I see the notes on the previous pages? That way I can better understand your study progress."

"...Let's see."

Isabella gave up on herself. She always started copying notes near the end of the term. Usually, most of the notebook was blank, with only a few words here and there, which were nonsense she made when she was distracted in class.

Sure enough, the elf turned a page forward.

Still blank.

Several pages are blank.

Lancelot wasn't surprised either. No one knew Isabella's temperament better than him.

He was just suddenly curious about what Isabella would think about when she was distracted.

Then he actually found a page with writing on it.

On a piece of dog-eared paper, several names were written crookedly.

Francis.

Louise.

And I wrote it several times in a row, obviously thinking about it seriously for a long time.

The smile that the elf had maintained on his lips paused for a moment, and his eyes were faint and traceless, staring at these two names indifferently.

After a while, he slowly pulled out a smile with unknown meaning.

She was distracted in class and even thought about these two guys. Why didn't she think about Lance, whom she usually talked about the most?

So, what weight does he hold in her heart?

Lancelot closed the notebook and handed it to Isabella again.

"It's time to continue with class."

Isabella completely forgot about writing her name in the notebook.

She took the notebook carelessly, raised three fingers and promised obediently, "Don't worry, Lance, I will definitely listen to the class carefully!"

See if you can stop asking me to copy books when I get home at night while I'm trying to be good qwq.

The elf curled the ends of his eyes, and a small part of his bright golden eyes were covered by his eyelashes. The exposed part reflected the sunlight, like billions of stars melting into the Milky Way.

He smiled and said, "Okay, I will help you."

After saying that, he stood up and returned to the center of the classroom.

help?

How can I help?

Isabella was confused and raised her hand to scratch the back of her head.

When she saw Lydia quietly rolling back to her seat, holding her breath and trying not to be discovered by her, Isabella snorted, folded her arms and turned her head exaggeratedly to ignore Lydia.

Lydia, "...Bella, I am helpless too. The professor holds our daily points, and every point is super precious!"

Isabella glared at her and was about to retort.

I heard a sudden loud noise in the classroom, almost so loud that it could knock down the ceiling.

The good students sitting in the front row of the classroom actively raised their hands and kept shouting "Me, me, me", "Professor choose me!", "...".

His eyes were shining, like a hungry wolf pouncing on food, wanting to devour the slender and tall elf standing next to the crucible.

Isabella and Lydia: "...?"

What did they both miss?

Lancelot's expression did not change at all, always maintaining a gentle and elegant smile.

He looked around the classroom and said, "I hope to find a student who is enthusiastic and helpful to complete the simulation of the next experimental steps."

There are very strict regulations on how to handle advanced potion materials, the order in which they are put into the crucible, and the appropriate temperature and time.

Lancelot planned to demonstrate the refining process of potion to the students himself.

As we all know, Lancelot received almost perfect marks in every subject. When he was still a student, his potion experiments were unanimously praised by all the professors.

Therefore, everyone hopes to be lucky enough to be taught by Lancelot personally and correct small mistakes that they may not notice at ordinary times.

Isabella looked as if she was out of touch with the situation.

I looked around and couldn't figure out what everyone was excited about.

Then, his eyes met the smiling golden eyes of the elf in the center of the classroom.

Isabella: "..."

Why are you suddenly looking at me and laughing!

A bad premonition suddenly flashed through Miss Julong's heart.

really.

The next second, Lancelot's thin lips opened slightly, and under the hint of Miss Dragon shaking her head crazily, he slowly said, "Miss Isabella, I see that you are very excited, so why don't you help me?" Let’s demonstrate the experimental steps together.”

Isabella: "……………………"

I'm so excited!

However, students must abide by the rules set by the professor in class and cannot contradict the professor casually.

Otherwise, it will affect your daily performance.

Therefore, even though there was a hundred thousand reluctances in her heart, Isabella stood up and walked to Lancelot's side.

She glanced awkwardly at the cauldron and the various weird potion ingredients placed in front of her.

What’s the first step?

She didn't listen to a word just now qwq

Isabella glanced around casually.

This sight startled her.

Good guy!

The students in the nearby rows all had bright eyes, holding notebooks and staring at Lancelot intently, as if intending to record every move he made.

Is this the world of Xueba?

Isabella's mind became increasingly blank, and she subconsciously looked up at the elf beside her, signaling with her eyes that she wanted help.

Unlike Isabella, who was clumsy and cute, her expression was obviously so embarrassed that she wanted to touch the floor with her toes.

Lancelot looked like a spring breeze, with a soft and gentle smile at the corners of his eyes and brows.

He took a step forward and stood side by side with Isabella.

Suddenly, more eyes focused on him and Isabella.

This is what the elves want.

Lancelot smiled even brighter.

He wanted everyone to know that he and Isabella were together.

"Next, I will start to show how to process the bark of the Cross tree. When making the sleep potion, we need three ounces of Cross bark with the outermost layer of impurities peeled off..."

The elf was chatting, using tweezers to pick up a small piece of treated light purple bark, and then picked up a piece of untreated mixed black bark for comparison.

Isabella stood aside helplessly, listening to the elf introducing the steps for obtaining Cross bark, and her mind began to wander aimlessly.

who am I? where am I?

How unlucky was it for me to be forced to stand in front of hundreds of people?

I'm so sleepy, please let me go back to sleep...

"Miss Isabella, could you please help me fold my sleeves?"

Lancelot suddenly called Isabella's name.

"Ok?"

Isabella came back to her senses and looked at the two hands stretched out by the elf.

The wide sleeves of the robe hang down along the wrist, and a small half of the fabric hangs on the back of the hand.

Sweeping it around when doing experiments is indeed a bit annoying.

The elf smiled apologetically and looked at the students, "Please forgive me for my negligence. It is my first time to do a potion experiment as a professor, so I am inevitably a little nervous."

The students all kindly said it didn't matter.

On the contrary, after discovering that the perfect elf Lancelot could make mistakes, I got even closer to him and felt that he was becoming more approachable.

Lancelot continued to interact with the students in the front row for a few words, and passed his hands under Isabella's eyes without any trace.

"Oh well."

Isabella blinked, trying hard to get rid of the sleepiness in her eyes, and skillfully rolled up Lancelot's sleeves.

When cooking at home, she often rolled up her sleeves for the elf.

Sometimes Lancelot comes back a little late from his experiments, and Isabella waits alone in the room for the elf to come back and feed her food. After the elf entered the door, he hurried straight to the kitchen, not even having time to go upstairs to change into the mage's robe.

He quickly processed the ingredients at the kitchen counter, while Isabella stayed by his side, occasionally helping him tie an apron, roll up his sleeves, or tie his hair.

You must not let your perfectly shiny blond hair get contaminated by the oil splashing in the air!

Isabella is the fair-haired elf's most loyal knight.

This is her private property!

"Hi──!!!"

Suddenly, I heard a series of gasping sounds in my ears.

Isabella turned her head blankly and found that everyone was looking at her with jaw-dropping shock.

Look at yourself...and Lancelot.

Isabella: "?"

If there's anything good to see, why don't you just roll up your sleeves?

However, when she turned back to look at the elf in confusion, she realized that the distance between the two was very close.

At some point, the two of them stood face to face.

And Isabella was stepping on her feet, her hands naturally wrapped around the elf's neck, and gathered his long hair scattered on his shoulders into a bunch.

There was a big height difference between the two, so Lancelot had to follow his own strength and bend his knees to squat down.

Lancelot only had to lower his head a little to touch her face.

The golden eyes contain endless lingering and softness, sparkling like broken gold, and extremely gentle and affectionate.

The breaths of the two blended with each other, and from a distance, it looked like a romantic and eternal embrace.

Isabella was immediately shocked: "!!!"

Depend on!

She rolled up Lance's sleeves and tied up his hair at home, and she had long developed the habit of doing it. She actually forgot that she was not cooking at home, but demonstrating experimental procedures in front of hundreds of people.

With a "bang", Isabella's face was redder than the flames of the burning cauldron next to the podium.

The elf was still saying slowly, "Thank you for your help, Miss Isabella."

Isabella: "..."

Ah ah ah ah ah!