Magical Strategist

"Really? That's an award!"

"I heard that my eldest brother stole the show at the division exchange meeting yesterday. He is so handsome!" Ha Qi gave a thumbs up and continued: "To be honest, I used to feel inferior because I was a freshman in Class 1. When walking outside, you worry about whether you will be looked down upon or bullied by your seniors. Now you don’t have to worry at all, because there is an amazing man in our class. Come on, let us shout his name together, he is..."

Lille. Real dragon!

The whole class shouted in unison.

The real dragon turned pale and felt embarrassed. I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but now I can’t keep a low profile anymore. Completely treated as an idol.

Suddenly, a refreshing body fragrance wafted over. He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Haitang staring at him.

Seeing the real dragon turning back, Haitang deliberately looked away, avoiding his eyes.

"Miss Haitang, if you stare at me again, I will be embarrassed." The real dragon said with a playful smile.

Haitang is arrogant and unruly, and she doesn't like to joke. The real dragon's wanton words make her uncomfortable. So he glared hard and said, "Master, I even lost my position as chief instructor for you, don't you feel any guilt at all?"

"What did you say? Master? No way!" The news was like a bolt from the blue, and like someone pouring cold water on him from head to toe, making his whole body numb. "Remember yesterday, I exhausted all my magic power to cast three thousand worlds, and then I didn't know anything. What happened after that?" All kinds of speculations came to mind.

"Why not? You're stealing lessons..." Haitang paused intentionally. There were so many people here, so many eyes, so many ears. "In short, this matter is quite serious, and you have brought Master into trouble."

"But, the master doesn't know that I studied...if I make a mistake, it's also my fault." Zhenlong said in confusion.

"If he hadn't carried it for you, you wouldn't be sitting in the classroom today." Haitang said seriously.

"I, understand..." These four simple words contained the endless debts of the real dragon. His heart suddenly became heavy. I really want to rush to Baggio right now and say to him - I'm sorry.

Throughout the morning, Zhenlong was worried. He was looking forward to finishing get out of class early and then going to Baggio to apologize.

After a few hours of hard work, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The real dragon rushed out of the classroom first.

But Mish was waiting at the door early.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?" Mish asked with his eyes wide open.

"I am busy".

"What's wrong? Are you in any trouble?" Mish asked.

"No." True Dragon denied.

"Then why are you looking so bitter? Come on, let's go eat together." With that said, Mishi took Zhenlong's arm in front of the whole class. The movements are so skillful and natural!

The whole class was in an uproar and started talking: It turns out that Zhenlong’s girlfriend is the eldest sister of the Haiyan Gang. The talented man and the beautiful woman are a perfect match.

.........

The classroom quickly became empty, leaving only a few students on duty cleaning.

On a seat somewhere, there was a pair of cloudy eyes. With a stiff mouth and a face without a trace of a smile, one can't help but feel that she seemed to have experienced half a century of despair before she gave birth to such melancholy and peaceful melancholy.

Watching Zhenlong and Mish leave. My heart can no longer calm down, it is a feeling of loss. Like two figures, getting further and further away until they disappear from their sight. It turns out that the farthest distance in the world is not between heaven and earth, but between her and him.

"Ms. Haitang, I would like to have lunch with you. Are you free?" A rather handsome boy came to Haitang and asked Haitang to dinner like a gentleman.

Haitang finally recovered from the loss, and her eyes returned to their usual arrogance.

"No time." Haitang flatly refused, without even looking at her, she stood up and left.

…………

Let's say that Zhenlong and Meishi came to the cafeteria. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Baggio sitting alone in the corner eating.

With an expressionless face, he picked up a mouthful of rice and a piece of meat with a spoon and put it into his mouth. The unsmiling face actually showed a sense of satisfaction, perhaps because the food in the cafeteria suited his taste today.

Turn a blind eye or apologize? Deep guilt invaded his heart, and Zhenlong didn't know how to face his master. Hesitation, shame, and sadness flashed through his eyes one after another, but his body remained frozen at the door of the cafeteria for a long time.

"What's wrong with you? Come and sit down." Mish picked a seat while holding the dinner plate.

The real dragon made a sound like he was just waking up from a dream and sat down. He stared at his plate absentmindedly, and continued to sit down like this for a full two minutes.

"Are you worried? You were distracted just now." Mish asked with concern.

"No……"

"You still said no. Look at yourself. You are not the same as usual." Mish said.

"Sorry, excuse me!" As soon as Mish finished speaking, the real dragon suddenly stood up, picked up the dinner plate and left.

"What? It's mysterious." Mish's mouth bulged, feeling very unhappy.

How could I turn a blind eye to Master when my conscience condemned me?

Zhenlong sat quietly next to Baggio. Although there was half a meter between them, he could clearly feel the invisible domineering energy emanating from this man.

"Master..." The real dragon called softly, the sound was like a mosquito.

Baggio gnawed on the chicken drumstick in his hand, his mouth full of oil, looking like he was enjoying it. The real dragon made a soft sound just now, but he didn't seem to hear it.

"Master!" Zhenlong felt that Baggio must have deliberately pretended not to be invited, so he shouted out with a loud voice.

puff!

Because he was too focused on chewing the chicken legs, this sudden roar really frightened him. The chicken drumstick in his mouth spit out before he started chewing it.

"What are you doing? Can't you speak softly? You haven't seen me eating?"

"Master, I...I..." Zhenlong deliberately looked away from Baggio.

"Say what you want to say." Baggio stared at the real dragon.

The real dragon started brewing, and a series of words came to mind, saying: "I blame me for being too reckless and reckless. I shouldn't have trespassed into forbidden areas, and I shouldn't have secretly learned forbidden techniques. It was me who caused you to lose your position as chief instructor." Duty, Master, I’m sorry for you.”

These words were spoken from the bottom of his heart, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, which was definitely not artificial. The real dragon lowered his head, adjusted his excitement, and continued after a while: "I know you must be very angry, so scold me, hit me, hit me on the head with your fist as you did before, whatever you want As long as you feel better, I'll hit you as many times as you want."

boom!

After hearing this, Baggio trembled violently in front of hundreds of people in the entire cafeteria without saying a word.

This was a serious beating, and even those far away at the door of the cafeteria could hear it clearly.

The huge fist hit the real dragon's head, like a solid rock falling from a height of 100 meters.

The moment it hit his head, the real dragon's ears buzzed, and stars flew in front of his eyes. Immediately, waves of heartbreaking pain swept over him. The pain is accompanied by the frequency of the heartbeat, and every time it beats, there is a "chomp".