Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

The Yaoge Academy's third-year assessment had hundreds of casualties, and the third-year no longer existed, let alone the so-called assessment results.The director of Yog Academy, an eighth-level senior magician, led the third-grade teachers to discuss behind closed doors for several hours, and finally they all walked out with gloomy faces.

Among the remaining [-] students, a holy magician who appeared suddenly has left the academy to go to the Association of Magicians, and the remaining [-] students, both high school and low level, should be merged into the fourth grade, and the fourth grade will be soon I'm about to go up to the fifth grade, and I can't keep up with the curriculum.If you merge with the second-year students who are about to be promoted to the third grade, and study for an extra year for no reason, the students don't agree. In the end, there is no way to merge them into one class, which is still the third grade. The third grade of nine students.

Orlando left very suddenly, and he didn't say hello to Bamboo. It was he who knocked on Orlando's door as he did these days, only to find that the building was empty.

Orlando only taught Bamboo to understand two pages of the thick book of magic spells, but Orlando left just like that, and what he said to teach him became a cloud.

However, because there are only [-] students left in the third grade, Zhu Zhang doesn't have to worry about not having him in the quota for the next semester and going to drink the Northwest Wind.

Vincent couldn't understand how the bamboo stick moaned every day, so he often carried the bamboo stick to practice magic with him.A few days after the casualty, Yog Academy seemed to be back to its former self, looking peaceful and peaceful, as if the accident had never happened.

Soon the third grade resumed classes, more than a dozen students sat in the spacious classroom desertedly, and Teacher Celine taught the class to more than a dozen students with a normal face.

Vincent and Bamboo sat together, and Thomas also came over. In the past few days, Thomas suddenly became close to the two of them, as if he wasn't the one who used to be tense when they met.

Thomas blushed when he saw it, and said embarrassingly: "Isn't this... there are not many people in the third grade, we have to unite."

Seeing that what he said was true, Zhu Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, and looked away from him.

Zhu Xi seemed to be listening to the teacher's lecture seriously, but in fact he didn't listen much. He was thinking about some messy things, from the Millennium Jihad to the horrible death assessment, and when Orlando would come back to continue teaching him.

"Hello..." Thomas leaned over with his book covering his face, and said mysteriously, "Didn't you notice that Sven wasn't here?"

Hearing Thomas mentioning Shi Wen, Zhu Zhang remembered that there was such a person, and looked around the classroom, but did not see Shi Wen.

Seeing him like this, Thomas looked a little puzzled.

"Are you really Shiwen's loyal dog-legged Baolai? How can you still see a little bit of what you used to be like?"

Zhuqian smiled embarrassingly, he was not Baolai in the first place.

"However--it's normal if Sven doesn't come, he must be busy trying to curry favor with that holy magician who suddenly appeared!" Thomas said with undisguised contempt in his tone.

"Fawn?" Zhu Chong repeated these two words, his tone not doubtful, "Shiwen belongs to the royal family, why bother to curry favor with others."

Thomas opened his mouth slightly and looked at him in surprise, "Please, you really don't understand or you're just pretending, the Association of Magicians has been suppressing the royal family all these years, and now the Association of Magicians has come to the only one in the Allen Continent Holy Mage, of course the royal family has to curry favor, if the Holy Mage is on the side of the royal family, of course the royal family can breathe a little more!"

Teacher Celine had already looked this way several times, and Zhuo pushed Thomas away, not wanting to continue this topic. After all, what happened to the royal family and what happened to Swen had nothing to do with him at all.

Seeing that Teacher Celine's face was very gloomy, Thomas had no choice but to end this topic, but he still looked at Zhu from time to time during the class, as if he wanted to see something from his calm face.

It's a pity that Thomas was destined to be disappointed, Zhu Zhang kept his calm expression unchanged.

After class, he ran away without a trace, which made Thomas, who hadn't caught anyone, very sorry, but when he turned around, he saw Vincent's honest and honest face, and immediately grinned, Vincent froze, and he fell down In a second, Thomas came up.

"I'm shopping for vegetables, how about you treat me to dinner? Your cooking is quite delicious."

"..." Can he say no?

Sven hadn't come to class for a few days, and then the news of his dropout came out. Thomas told Zhutong mysteriously that it was said that Sven had worshiped Orlando as his master, and Orlando taught him himself. Exclusive special lectures, who still comes to the academy to teach?

Zhu Xun pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but unconsciously rubbed his fingers against the thick collection of magic spells in his hand. These days he has been reciting these obscure spells seriously.

"Baolai, you used to be teammates with Orlando, tell me, is there anything special about the Holy Mage?"

Zhu Chong shook his head and said coldly, "We don't know each other well."

"Cut—" Thomas shut up bored.

At night, Zhu Ning was in his room, still holding the book of magic spells on his hands, no matter what, he didn't want to have no self-protection ability in this world.

Bamboo's mind wandered sideways, and often she was memorizing a fireball technique one second, and became a water polo technique the next second. She dawdled until late at night, but didn't memorize much, but she was exhausted. fell asleep on the table.

In a daze, he felt that someone was touching his head, and the soft, warm palm rested gently on the top of his head, and the bamboo groaned comfortably, and fell asleep again.

Orlando put down his hands, sighed, stretched out his hands, hugged Zhu Chong and put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, then sat on the side of the bed without saying a word, watching Zhu Chong's sleep. The childish face softened.

It wasn't until the dim light of the early morning sun shone through the window, and there was a slight air fluctuation in the room, that Orlando's figure disappeared.

Zhuxun skipped class today, he felt that he slept very comfortably last night, it was too late when he woke up, he was stunned for a moment after seeing the bottles of high-grade potions placed on the table, and then started to giggle, Didn't even hear Vincent's knock on the door.

Reluctantly, Vincent had to go to class first, leaving Bamboo in the room to have fun with some medicines all morning, and then he naturally missed class, and was late anyway.

Then he sneaked out of Yog Academy, and after finding out the address of the Magic Association, he rushed there non-stop. He thought clearly, since Orlando had left Yog Academy, why couldn't he visit him?

The Magician's Association is not far from Yaoge Academy, but it is still a distance away. Zhutong set off in the morning and arrived in the afternoon, standing in front of the majestic gate of the Magician's Association in a daze.

There were quite a lot of people coming and going at the entrance of the Magicians Association. After thinking about it for a while, Zhu Chong went straight in. The journey went smoothly, and no one stopped him. It was just the Magicians Association of Nuoda. Where could he find Orlando? ?

Taking aim at passers-by, he grabbed a young man and asked, "Do you know where Orlando is?"

"Orlando?" The young man looked him up and down with some disdain, and then raised his hand, "Hey, if you want to see the Holy Mage, go there and wait, those who want to see the Holy Mage. "

Zhu Xi followed his hand and looked over, his face immediately turned dark, and he saw quite a few people squatting or standing in the corner of the huge magicians association hall, there were old people, young people, and even a group of young girls , they waited there anxiously and expectantly.

Seeing Zhu Chong's shocked look, the young man who was caught by Zhu Chong and asked for directions turned around and walked away. Before leaving, he still taunted: "Everyone really wants to see the Holy Magician, Mr. Holy Magician is so Is it easy to see?"

Knowing that there is nothing to ask here, Zhu Xun simply changed his pace and sneaked up the stairs. Instead of wasting time asking people, he might as well look for them himself.

Originally, except for the first floor of the Magician Association, other places were not allowed to go casually. However, the hall of the Magician Association is full of people, and the crowd in that corner started to quarrel for some reason. Several guarded magicians ran over. He took advantage of this moment and sneaked up.

He ran all the way up to the second floor, hiding at the corner of the stairs sneakily, seeing that the second floor is full of huge bookshelves and neat tables, only people reading quietly, thinking that this is the library of the Association of Magicians, so he went up again run.

As soon as I went up to the third floor, the surrounding area became quiet in an instant. There was no large open hall, but rooms.

Zhuxun looked over one by one, and there were door numbers on the thick wooden doors, all of which were financial rooms, meeting rooms, etc., only the room at the innermost corner was clean without any number plate on the door, and his intuition told Zhuxun, Maybe Orlando is here.

He approached quietly, the door was not closed tightly, there was a gap, and the bamboo stick looked in through the crack. Orlando was indeed here, but Orlando was not the only one in the room, the other person was... Sven.

In the room, Orlando was sitting on the sofa with his tattered book in his hands, reading with relish, while Shi Wen was sitting at the table, vigorously flipping through the book in his hand. The pages made a fragile sound, indicating that the owner was restless.

Finally, Shi Wen's patience ran out, he snapped the book in front of him, got up and walked to Orlando, reaching for the worn book in his hand.

However, Orlando didn't seem to move, but Shi Wen's hand was still empty. Shi Wen was slightly annoyed, and simply grabbed Orlando's arm, growling: "Orlando! What do you mean by letting me read the book by myself!"

Orlando didn't raise his head, but withdrew his hand, and with a wave of his hand, Shi Wen froze, uncontrollably, he went to the table and sat down.

Shi Wen found that his body was out of control, and stared at Orlando with horror and anger, and shouted: "Orlando! Unlock your magic."

Orlando didn't respond. He glanced at the door intentionally or unintentionally, then got up and walked out.

Zhu Xun stood outside the door and trembled all over, Orlando must have discovered him long ago!

He turned on his toes and wanted to run reflexively. Before he could take a few steps, Orlando grabbed his wrist behind him, pulled him hard, and led him into another room.

Hearing the sound of the door slamming shut behind him, Zhuxue shrugged his shoulders, and stared blankly at Orlando who was walking over.

Orlando walked directly in front of him, looked at him twice, and then asked, "Where are the books?"

"what book?"

"Aren't you here to learn spells?"

What Orlando said was a matter of course, so that Bamboo didn't know how to get back, so he could only perfunctoryly say: "I forgot to bring the book."

"Tsk, let me test how you have learned these days?"

Zhu Xi ignored him when he heard it, and instead frowned and asked, "Are you really teaching historical magic?"

Orlando turned around, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and his voice was cold: "That's right."

Zhu Xun hung his hands on his sides, clenched and loosened them, repeating this meaningless movement. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he rushed towards Orlando's back.

Orlando knew what he was doing, but he didn't hide, and let him rush straight at him.

Bamboo used a lot of force, directly knocking Orlando to the ground, sitting on his back, grinding his teeth, opened his mouth and bit the back of Orlando's neck.

"..."

All the charm in Orlando's heart disappeared, and he said coldly: "Shut up."

Bamboo groaned meaninglessly twice, biting harder.

The magic in Orlando's hand fluctuated undercurrents, and when it touched the trembling fingertips of the bamboo stick, it suddenly dissipated.

He finally sighed softly, grabbed the bamboo stick and turned over, pinched his chin with his fingers, saw the bright red blood on his lips, he didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he leaned over, gently, gently licked it.

Takeshi blinked, blinked again, and ran after Orlando as he backed away.

Orlando sat on the ground with the bamboo stick attached to him, closed his eyes, and touched the corners of his lips reverently, carefully and gently like a chicken pecking at rice, without any look of fierceness just now.

Orlando lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes, but his right hand lightly supported Zhu's waist, as if to encourage him.