The reserve food raised is the Elf King

On the podium, Lancelot was arranging the final assessment arrangements for the elemental magic class.

"The assessment is divided into two parts. One part is free grouping to complete an advanced magic circle, and the scoring standard is linked to the difficulty of making the magic circle. The other part is a closed-book written test, covering the content taught in class."

After saying that, a huge magic circle lit up behind the elf. As tiny shimmers of light flashed by, it turned into a magic book that opened and turned pages automatically, lighting up according to the colors of different elements.

"Due to the special circumstances that occurred in the north this year, many students have less time in school. This course is not arranged according to the curriculum of previous years. Therefore, I will reconfirm the learning content of this class with you to facilitate some students who are absent from class. Complete your notes."

As he spoke, Lancelot waved his hand and cast magic to extinguish some of the lighted places.

The elf's fingers are very beautiful, with slender finger bones and as white as jade. Every time he waves in mid-air to show his magic to the students, the elf's posture is extremely elegant, as if it is glowing, containing countless mysterious and wonderful mysteries, and people can't help but be attracted to him.

But today, his hand seemed to be injured.

There were a few inconspicuous blue bruises on the fingers, and there were several small crescent-shaped wounds on the palms near the wrists that were not completely scabbed. It was as if he had been bitten by the fangs of a wild beast, and the residual venom prevented him from recovering quickly.

Lancelot quickly retracted his hand. Before the students sitting in the front row had time to wonder, all their attention was drawn to the magic book.

At this time, the magic book is clearly bright and dark.

The rest of the highlighted parts are the key knowledge taught in class, and the unlit parts are the parts that will definitely not be tested.

"These are the final assessment ranges, you can refer to them."

As soon as the elf's cold voice fell, there was a sudden uproar in the classroom.

"Oh my God, Professor Lance actually gave us key test points?!"

"This is a compulsory course! There has never been a compulsory course that was not included in the exam."

"Yes, yes, Professor Lance is simply an angel =w=!! Wow, oh, oh, oh, I really cried. Thank you, Professor, for saving the little hair I have left."

"..."

Lydia was also ecstatic. She grabbed Isabella's sleeve excitedly: "Bella, you are my god!!!"

Ahhhhh!

In the past, Lancelot was like a god living in an academic ivory tower. Any obscure technical difficulty was as easy as a kindergarten textbook in his hands. Therefore, elves can rarely empathize with other ordinary students, understand their mediocre brains, and cannot learn complex magic at all.

But--! today!

He even took the initiative to be considerate of the students and reduce the difficulty of the exam.

Others may not know the reason, but Lydia is 100% sure——

All this for Isabella!

The elf definitely didn't want Isabella to worry about the exam, so he blatantly used a backdoor to directly lower the difficulty of the entire course.

The reasoning makes sense!

Love at public expense is so touching! !

Lydia decided to sing the praises of the love between elves and dragons for a lifetime!

She wants to write this sweet love into a story and let the bards sing it for thousands of years!

Lidya threw herself into Isabella's arms, took the opportunity to happily bury her breasts, and rubbed against Xiangxiang Soft a few times, "Bella, your boyfriend is really good to you."

Isabella grabbed the cat girl by the back of her neck and tried to pull her away from her. She covered her chest with one hand and stared at her carefully.

Hearing this, he said helplessly: "Lily, what weird plot are you thinking about? Lance is not my boyfriend."

Although... she was also very happy when she heard that the difficulty of the final exam dropped from devil mode to peaceful mode.

But Isabella somehow didn't want to admit the relationship Lydia said about her and Lancelot.

"what?"

Lidya was startled and extremely confused: "But -"

On the podium, the elf suddenly knocked on the table.

The crisp voice was like the tranquil sea water, making the boiling classroom instantly quiet. "Miss Isabella, I need you to compile a list of everyone's groups for me and hand it to my office after class."

Lancelot stood in the middle of the classroom. The halo of the magic circle behind him was too strong, and he stood against the light.

From Isabella's perspective, it happened that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

They didn't see the strong jealousy and dissatisfaction that appeared in the elf's eyes for a moment when Lydia threw herself on Isabella's chest without any sense of distance.

Isabella was his.

Even Lydia can't steal her attention.

Lancelot decided to speed up and take a long vacation after the end of the semester, so he took Isabella back to the central forest of Pudacino and got married under the witness of the tree of life.

The tree of life is particularly bright in summer, I believe Isabella will like it.

Thinking of this, Lancelot's jealousy instantly dissipated.

Seeing Isabella's name being called by the professor, Lydia immediately let go of the hand holding her arm and sat aside obediently.

Isabella stood up, "Okay, Professor."

Lancelot smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Isabella laughed dryly: "...Haha, it should be."

She wanted to roll her eyes, but held back.

Thank you for your hard work.

The roster of the Mage Tower is also made using a magic circle. As long as everyone enters information on their own crystal card, it will automatically be reflected on the roster.

Isabella doesn't need to do anything at all - oh, if she has to do something, it is to go home to the study at night and open the lesson plan on his desk for the elf, which clearly registers this lesson. of roster records.

So he calls his name now just for free.

But romantic Lydia doesn't think so.

After Isabella sat down, Lydia held her heart in her hands with a look of yearning on her face, and said the most romantic and disgusting words with an expressionless face, "Oh, Professor Lance really loves you, he shouts almost every hour Your name for once.”

The elemental magic class lasted for three hours. Every time Isabella was distracted and looked elsewhere, Lancelot would have a very "reasonable" valid reason. He would either ask her to come up to assist in the demonstration, or pretend to ask questions and answer the classmates. question.

Of course, the elf knows Isabella's level and will never let her embarrass herself in front of her classmates.

Each conversation goes as follows -

Elf: "Bala, bala, bala."

A bunch of obscure knowledge, with a cold and rigorous tone, focusing on academics.

Then, his eyes passed over a certain place, he paused for a moment without trace, and his voice suddenly became soft.

"Miss Isabella, do you think I am right?"

Isabella, who was in a daze, stood up with a confused look on her face when she heard her name.

"...Ah, yes."

What did he say?

The elf nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, sit down. One point will be added to your usual score."

Isabella: "..."

Face, blush!

The shameless dragon lady couldn't bear it. Every time she said "right", the elf would give her one point. This act of pretending to be self-serving is too blatant. Won’t other students go to the principal to complain? ! ?

In fact, it won't.

Taking into account the differences among students, the results of the college cultural course assessment are only related to the students themselves. There will be no performance ranking to distinguish different students.

The only place with rankings in the entire academy is the Duel Tower.

That's where students compete.

"..."

Lydia was still detailing the "emotional interaction story" between Isabella and Lancelot, but was interrupted by Miss Dragon's rude wave.

"Oh, it's really not what you think. My relationship with Lance..." Isabella paused, tried to organize her words, and managed to spit out four words: "It's more complicated."

Lydia: "???"

Isabella struggled with what happened last night for a long time, and finally decided to try to forget it.

During lunch, Isabella happened to see the elf's finger that was full of bite marks. When he was clearing the dishes, a small fingertip was exposed from his sleeve. Before she could fully see it, Lancelot quickly hid his fingers behind his back, refusing to show it to Isabella.

It's like he doesn't want her to worry about blaming herself.

But the more generous and considerate the elf was, constantly comforting and caring for Isabella, the more guilty Isabella felt.

Oh my God, why did Lance bite him like this? The wound didn't seem to have healed even after one night.

Ugh, it's because she didn't control her heat/estrus period.

Bullying the weak and helpless reserve grain.

Isabella silently glanced at the tall and slender figure on the podium and sighed silently.

Determined--

She must control herself better next time!

Absolutely, absolutely will not touch a hair of the elf!