It was dusk when Chi Lang woke up, and he thought about going out to find sothing to eat. But as soon as he pushed open the door, he bumped into Sheffield.
Sheffield was carrying a bag in his hand, which was strangely bulging, in short, it was incompatible with Sheffields style.
Sheffield put his hand on the magic array on the door, and then the pattern of the magic array disappeared little by little.
Sheffield destroyed the magic formation.
Then he leaned slightly, and with a few clicks, a new lock was put on the door.
He was hidden in the shadows, his fingers were well defined, and even the action of installing the lock was done very smoothly.
Chi Lang was in a slight trance, and he asked the question he most wanted to ask: Wont there be any problem if you destroy the magic formation like this?
Chi Lang had studied the school rules of the Saints Magic Academy before, it was stated that the magic formations laid down by the academy could not be destroyed in any form, which is why Chi Lang asked this question.
Sheffield didnt care: There will be no punishnt for such a trivial matter. Compared to that, I still hope that student Micah can sleep well.
Chi Lang thanked him sincerely and wanted to help install the lock together, but Sheffield stopped him: Just watch it.
Its not good for Chi Lang to leave the dormitory directly or go back to the bed to lie down, so he can only find sothing to say: I rember the academys public magic array drawing is still relatively strict, generally speaking, it is difficult for the students themselves to destroy it
Magic formations such as these dormitory doors were drawn by powerful magicians from the academy. If they could be destroyed casually, the safety of the students would not be guaranteed, but Chi Lang watched Sheffield easily destroyed the magic array.
Because I have taken the Advanced Magic Array class this sester, so I know more about Magic Array. Sheffield paused for a while, and then showed his usual smile, Its also because I was once defeated by soone with a magic formation a long ti ago, the mory is still fresh, so I am determined to learn the magic formation well.
Sheffields smile is nice to look at, he never attaches negative emotions to the action of smiling, for example, he never sneers or snickers. There was no haze in his smile.
But the tone of his voice was sotis cold and distant, extrely detached from others.
During this ti together, Chi Lang would occasionally listen to him talk about sothing from his past, and whenever Sheffield ntioned how his past was, he would speak with a tone that gave the impression of indifference, as if he was very far away from others.
But Chi Lang thought it was normal, everyone had so unpleasant mories, so he didnt think much about it.
Of course, most of the ti, Sheffield is still a good roommate who can be said to have a very gentle attitude.
The snow has lted outside, so you can wear less when you go out, Sheffield reminded him.
Chi Lang wondered: Didnt you say that it will take a few days for it to lt?
Sheffield: Because there was a lovelorn elental magician, he used dozens of fire magic during the day to lt away the snow.
Chi Lang was stunned: Does his lovelorn have anything to do with lting away the snow?
Sheffield: I heard that the person he likes likes snow, but she watches it with another person.
This familiar feeling.
Chi Lang tentatively asked: Does he have red hair, and does the person he likes from the illusion departnt?
Sheffield was a little surprised: Do you know that guy from the elental departnt Joyce?
Chi Lang thought wasnt that the stupid b*stard from last night?
I dont know, I just asked casually. Chi Lang sighed, But this person is too Chi Lang had difficulty finding an accurate adjective, I still admire him for coming up with a way to lt the snow like this.
Sheffields gaze moved to the window, he looked at the scene where there was no trace of snow at all, and said with a smile, It is quite stupid. He can only use magic to lt the snow if the person you like likes soone else, just get rid of that other person, isnt that better?
Sheffields words were very vague, and Chi Lang didnt quite understand the aning of the word get rid for a while, but he subconsciously understood it in a positive way. Sheffield should an to defeat the rival.
After this incident, Chi Langs impression of the red-haired weirdo was solidified an immature, brain-deficient, bad-tempered teenager.
His reunion with the red-haired weirdo was under the dormitory building.
It was very dark and Chi Lang had just returned from the pub.
Joyce swept away the depression in the pub before, standing straight with his right hand on his waist.
Chi Lang wanted to walk around him, but Joyce called out to him Hey.
Joyce called out to this person purely because he thought this person looked a little familiar.
But Chi Lang ignored him, pretended not to hear him, and continued to walk forward, but just after he took a few steps forward, the ground under his feet burst into flas.
He suddenly rembered that Sheffield had said that this guy was an elental magician.
I told you to turn around, Joyce said impatiently, and then took a few steps towards Chi Lang.
Chi Lang turned around helplessly, and Joyce saw his appearance clearlyAh, I rember you. Joyces face suddenly beca ugly, You were in that pub that day
Chi Lang was expressionless: Ah, I do work part-ti at the pub, but the pub has a lot of guests every day, so which day were you a custor, I dont rember you at all.
Joyce gritted his teeth: You threw on the floor of that dirty pub and made sleep on the floor all night.
Chi Lang let out an oh in his heart. He rembered that the red-haired weirdo was leaning on the chair and fell asleep. Maybe he rolled on the ground while he was sleeping, but looking at the red-haired weirdos expression, he was very sensible not to say his own guesses out.
Chi Lang took a step back: I really dont rember anything. If its about the wine, you should go to Mrs. White.
Joyce looked suspicious: Youd better not rember anything. Then he threatened, If you say anything about what I said that night, Ill burn you like the snow I lted today.
He actually rembered a little bit about what he said after drinking, nothing more than nostalgia for that past relationship, and after sobering up today, Joyce suddenly let it go and felt so stupid about his past self.
Chi Lang remained expressionless: I dont rember.
Joyce ended the topic for the ti being and asked Chi Lang, Are you a student in this dormitory?
Chi Lang nodded, but heard Joyce say sothing horrifying Do you know Micah Rahman? Do you know where he lives?
Chi Lang also thought about how familiar the na was, and instantly realized that it was the original owners na. He dryly denied it: I dont know.
Joyce looked a little bad, and muttered a few words in his mouth: Is this guy hiding? The tone was complaining.
Chi Lang was startled and asked weakly, May I ask, what you are looking for him for?
Joyce suddenly blushed a little, and simply refused his question: Its none of your business.
Many strange thoughts flashed through Chi Langs mind, and he felt that Joyces expression at this mont was exactly the sa as the one he had last night when he was drunk and rembering his sweetheart.
Chi Lang stopped his brain in ti and asked again: Ah, I think I seem to have heard of this person Wait until I think about it Just tell why you are looking for him.
Joyce glanced at him. I wont tell you.
God, dont speak in such an arrogant tone, youre making nervous.
Chi Lang continued to insist: Are you asking him for help? If you tell , maybe I can help you find soone else
Finally, under Chi Langs perseverance, Joyce beca impatient.
Youre really annoying, Joyces face was still a little red, hesitating and fumbling. And just when Chi Lang felt that Joyce would say sothing earth-shattering and destroy his worldview, Joyce said: I gave him fifty silver coins, and he promised to help write three papers. The teacher is urging to turn them in, and he hasnt given them to yet.
Chi Lang: ? ? ?
You blushed like this for this thing, Chi Lang said what was in his heart for the first ti.
Joyce was also annoyed: Thats not a blush! Im just a little embarrassed about soone else writing the paper.
Chi Lang didnt want to argue with him about this: And how long was your agreent? Just the ti he gives you the paper.
This weekend. If he doesnt give it to , Joyce lowered his voice, intentionally making a fierce face, Ill burn this dormitory building to the ground to find him.
Chi Lang stepped back again: You dont even know what he looks like, how could you let him write a paper for you?
His ssage at the announcent board said that he could write papers on behalf of He seems to be very short of money, and he made a lot of announcents during that ti. Joyce was still a little annoyed, I asked my classmates later and they said that generally three papers only need thirty silver coins, but Micah charged fifty, if he doesnt write well
The threat was in his unspoken words.
Chi Lang lowered his head and answered him perfunctorily: Ill try to help you find him I may not be able to find him though. Even if you find him, this Micah will not write your papers ah!
I cant even write my own papers!
Chi Lang finally asked Joyces thesis title, although Joyce thought this person was strange, he still answered. While answering, he continued to complain and threaten that Micah Rahman.
After he returned to his dorm room, he was once again torn between returning fifty silver coins to Joyce or creating three papers with his wild imagination.
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