before he was crowned king

In the potion treatment laboratory, Erics sat in the last row, his tiredness made him unable to hold his eyes closed.

In the past few days, he was exhausted because of his mother's affairs. He was running like a spinning top at the school, the security department, the court... various places. In the morning, he was interrogated by the magistrate for several hours like a prisoner. At noon, he even had time to eat. After eating, he hurried back to the college for class... But when he arrived in the classroom, there was no one there. Only then did he realize that he was so busy that he got dizzy and arrived early by misreading the time.

"Forget it, don't eat." Alex lay on the table, giving up the idea of ​​going back and forth between the dining room and the classroom within half an hour.

He was tired, and his inner exhaustion was far greater than his physical exhaustion.So he would rather not want to rest for a while than move his body to fill his hungry stomach.The inner exhaustion came from the frustration accumulated in the past few days. When he really encountered the storm, he realized how at a loss he was.His mind was empty, and after the old housekeeper reminded him, he began to learn to walk around those aristocratic families that he had made good friends with.

To be honest, he is not good at communication and negotiation at all. However, as the sole heir of the family and the only support of his mother now, he can only shoulder the responsibility, bite the bullet and knock on the door of each house, begging them to inquire about the situation of his mother in the dungeon .The result of his hard work was disappointing, he didn't even have time to say the reason for his visit, and those families just refused him the door after hearing the name in the newspaper.

The former glory of the Cabed family is no longer there, and no one is willing to give him a hand.

He finally realized what the warmth and warmth of the aristocratic circle is.

"The stewed beef brisket in the restaurant today is really unpalatable. It's hard to swallow. It's like a piece of brown sugar stuck in the throat." There was a boy's public discussion in the corridor, and Alex straightened up quickly. Restore the manners that nobles should have.

The door opened, and a few people in white school uniforms came in, talking and laughing.

"Good day." Alex said hello to the other party with a smile.

The talking and laughing stopped abruptly.The few people saw that Eric was obviously taken aback, and did not reply. They sat down near the door and whispered in private.

Alex lowered his head in embarrassment and could only pretend to read a book.

Next, students came in one after another. They were similar to the previous few people. When they saw Erics, their pupils constricted, and then they sat down in twos and threes. sweeping backwards.

Soon the entire classroom was full, except for the few seats next to him.

Alex comforted himself not to care, but he always felt that people nearby were talking about him.He quietly glanced at his pocket watch, seeing that the class was about to start in 5 minutes, he was slightly relieved, thinking that he was finally not far away from getting rid of the embarrassing situation.

In fact, he was wrong.

"Teacher, can I do it alone?" Alex stood up.

"Why?" The professor frowned, "I think I've made it very clear."

Alex scratched his head and whispered, "Because no one is with me."

Less than 10 minutes into the class, the professor assigned the students the task of refining potions together, and Erics was naturally singled out.It wasn't that the professor of the pharmacy class deliberately made things difficult for him. The number of people sitting in the classroom was an even number. It was just that a student suddenly claimed that his hand was injured and he couldn't make the pharmacy, which led to the current situation.

"Then you can do it yourself." The professor waved his hand and motioned Alex to sit down.

The other students are in pairs, one is crushing herbs, the other is heating the crucible, the division of labor is clear, and the professor's instruction is also teaching according to the normal rhythm.Erics can only take notes while doing, one person does two things, the process is far less fast than other students.When the get out of class was over, everyone had already started to prepare the medicine for purification, so he took advantage of the time when the herbs were decocted, and ran out with a small wooden bucket to change the water.

It's really embarrassing, Alex sighed, he thought it would be relaxing to come back to class, who would think it would be more difficult than running around outside.Erics advised himself to open up a little bit, not to guess wildly, not to be too sensitive, it is the wish of others to ignore him, at least no one has shown obvious malice towards him...

Alex pushed open the door and walked back to the classroom with a small wooden bucket filled with water.

The fire in the last row of crucibles has been extinguished, and the iron cover has been lifted, emitting a foul smell.Alex looked at the word "disgusting" spelled out with herb stalks on the table, then looked up at the whole classroom.He held the small wooden barrel tightly, no one gave him a hand in the eyes, everyone was either chatting enthusiastically, or buried themselves in their own things.

With a bang, Alex placed the barrel heavily on the table.

The noise was so sudden that everyone looked over at the same time, and the surroundings suddenly became dead silent.

With a wave of his long arm, Erics swept all the herb stalks on the table into the cauldron. He carried the stinking cauldron expressionlessly and walked to the front of the classroom under everyone's attention... …and left without a word.

A few minutes later, the farce came to an end, and discussions arose in the classroom again.

The leaves from the trees fell like rain, making continuous ripples on the surface of the lake.Erics squatted in the shade of the building, holding the cauldron in one hand and the canvas in the other, fighting against the burnt and unknown stickies against the water flow like a struggle.

His movements looked menacing, and the splashing of the water frightened the ducks on the lake. From a distance, it didn't look like he was washing the pot, but he seemed to be shaking someone's neck desperately.

"What are you doing?" someone asked lightly.

"Washing the pot." Alex didn't look up, his attention was still focused on the pit that was against him.

"You're wasting your time."

"I just like washing pots and wasting time, can't I?" Erics didn't understand that he had hidden so far away, why would someone come here to laugh at him.The tone of the plain statement means that no matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't help being annoyed, and Erics is no exception.However, when he raised his head and looked at the young man who was speaking, his eyes became dull and his expression became tense.

"What did you do with this cauldron?" the man continued.

"I'm... refining the concentration potion." Erics stammered.

He quietly looked at the young man in front of him. He was wearing a white shirt, his short blond hair was shining like gold in the sun, and his exquisite face was still not showing much expression towards him.

"The petals of An Ning are heated by water and will secrete a black colloid. This colloid sticks to the crucible and is difficult to remove with water. Go back and add some birch oil and wipe it off." The man said, looking at the crucible that fell on the ground.

"But, peace flowers are to be fried dry, how could there be—" Erics shut up halfway, he figured it out, someone added water to his cauldron while he was out.Just like the insult spelled out with flower stalks, someone was deliberately teasing him, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Did you skip class again today?" It seemed that because he hadn't spoken for a long time, the man asked again.

Erics looked away and said nothing.It was strange in his heart that he was inexplicably aggrieved by what Sean said.It stands to reason that this feeling of sore nose should be the experience of being misunderstood by parents when I was a child.But the feeling of grievance does not distinguish between ages, and adults are also sometimes unbalanced.He doesn't want to skip class.He came back hungry without stopping, just because he didn't want to skip class again.However, bad things come together, and he has no way to explain his difficulties, so he can only hold back his own heart.

"I passed by your classroom and looked at the back door for a while."

Erics was taken aback, he raised his head in shock, he really wanted to know when the other party appeared in his classroom.

"The third one in the first column, the third one in the second column," Sean said quietly. "They did it."

"You, what are you..." Alex opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.His mind was in a mess, he wasn't thinking about who was sitting in the two seats he pointed out, but he was thinking about how he didn't see such a living person when he entered and exited the classroom twice.

Since I arrived so early, then... I must have seen him fleeing with the cauldron in hand.

What a shame.Erics covered his face, although it was not once or twice that he lost face in front of the other party, but each time he was more flustered than the previous one.Obviously he also has a lot of shining points, such as being very good at magic and good physical fitness, but he has never been very handsome in front of this person.

"Why did you run away?" Sean asked again.

"I didn't run away, I just... well, I came out to wash the pot." Alex wanted to maintain his dignity, but under the gaze of those eyes, he couldn't hold on for a few seconds before drooping Lowering his head, "I will only make everyone feel uncomfortable staying there. I am uncomfortable and neither are they. So, I will just come out."

"That's their problem," Sean paused unnaturally. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Xion..." Alex blinked vigorously. Although it was undignified to say so, he was really moved by what Xien said.Loneliness is actually very simple. When everyone is holding oranges and you are holding oranges, you are lonely.Confusion is also very simple. When everyone says that what you are holding is also an orange, you will gradually become confused about what you are holding in your hand.

Erics can't care about the oranges, apples, or other things that others say, he just wants to find a voice from these noises——the voice that he is willing to agree with.

"You've been skipping class for 15 minutes." Sean glanced at his pocket watch.

"Ah?" Erics was stunned for a moment, his thinking couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party's thinking, and he hadn't vented his buried emotions from the sensational conversation just now.

Sean put the pocket watch back into the opening on his chest, bent down to pick up the blackened cauldron, and handed it to the black-haired young man who was still in a daze: "Now you should go back to class."

"I..." Alex looked away, he didn't want to go back to that classroom at all, he didn't want to stay in the back row alone, he didn't want to sit there alone refining potions, and he didn't want to be talked about by everyone behind his back .

"Let's go." Seeing the other party's hesitant look, Sean withdrew his hand.

"What?" Alex was dumbfounded.He stared wide-eyed, and Sean was already walking towards the building with the black cauldron.

In the classroom is the crisp sound of bottles and cans colliding, and members of each group are hurrying to make the final adjustments to the medicine.

Everyone has something to keep busy.

"Huh? Where did Alex go?" The professor walked into the classroom, and it didn't take long to find that there was an extremely conspicuous figure missing from the last row.

There were whispers from below, but no one stood up to answer.

"Why didn't anyone answer? Didn't he tell any of you to ask for leave, or what to do?" The professor frowned.

Still no one spoke.

"Very good! How dare you skip my class so openly! I have been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a student who disrespects the teacher like this. Very good! Tell him the next class for me, he will not use it all this semester Come back to me next year." The professor was completely irritated by this kind of disrespectful behavior, he had never met a student who skipped class, but it was the first time he saw a student who disappeared in the middle of the class.What does this behavior mean?Does it mean that his class is not worth listening to?

Suddenly, the classroom door was knocked several times.The professor turned his head and saw a blond young man standing there with a blank expression, holding a black cauldron in his hand. Almost at the same time, the truant student who just made his teeth itch came out from behind the young man.

Sean took a step forward and bowed slightly to the professor: "Sorry, professor, we are late for class."

"Are you from this class?" The professor frowned. He saw that the young man looked familiar, but it didn't look like he had just met him.

"Professor, excuse me. I'm here to observe." Sean said, "My friend Erics said that your lectures are very good, and the teaching content is easy to understand. I strongly recommend that I come to observe and study. I don't know if I am lucky. Get your guidance?"

Erics was stunned at the back, seeing Sean's serious and studious expression in front, he wondered if he really recommended this course in his dream.

"Cough, since you're here, let's come in." The professor coughed dryly, "Although the class in our class is not allowed to sit in on the class, I have always pursued that everyone is equal before knowledge, and my professionalism will never allow it." who drive students hungry for knowledge out of the classroom."

"Thank you so much." Sean asked, "Professor, can I complete the task you assigned with Alex?"

"Of course." The professor nodded, "Eryx happens to be alone, but your time is running out."

"We will hurry up." Sean saluted again, and then took the cauldron and sat in the last row.

They walked in like that?Being late for almost half a class, the professor didn't even have a word of blame?Erics looked at the young man around him who started to divide the medicinal herbs in an orderly manner, and felt that everything was not real.This whole process is too strange, why whenever he has something that he can't handle, Sean will always appear by his side by a very coincidence to help him resolve all the problems.

It's almost like the arrangement of fate.

The other students in the classroom also stared, and were quite shocked by the two people who came back.He couldn't figure out how Alex could invite Sean Miller to sit in on the class?According to the rumors, shouldn't the two of them have the same relationship as sworn enemies?How could he still run over to support the opponent?

"Why are you still in a daze?" Sean frowned, "As I told you just now, clean up the cauldron."

"Oh," Alex came back to his senses. In fact, he had already given up on the grades of this task. All his grades from the last class were destroyed, and now it was impossible to start over.

"The time is a bit rushed, but there is time." As if knowing what he was thinking, Sean said suddenly, "There are ways to simplify the path to the result."

"So don't give up too quickly."

Alex quietly rubbed his nose and nodded: "I see."

The sunlight outside the window slowly deviated to the west, and the two stood at the table with a clear division of labor and a tacit cooperation.Alex focused on what he was doing, and before he knew it, he completely forgot to pay attention to the eyes of others, as if there were only the two of them in this classroom.