Terry Duzem felt like he had just closed his eyes.【】
A second ago, his mind was filled with various deformed formulas and complex spells.
A second later, his consciousness had sunk into endless darkness.
What happens between one second and one second?
he does not know.
All he knew was that his eyelids were too heavy, and his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be stuck together by an adhesion spell.
When he was walking in the yard the evening before yesterday, the gorgeous sunset outside the patio brought him endless reveries. Unknowingly, the long-lost inspiration came to his brain again.
So, he dove into the study, grabbed his quill, and began a long calculation.
It took two days to pick up the pen.
Forgot the sunrise and sunset, forgot to eat and sleep.
The old servant came and went in the study, but he could only sigh while looking at the cold rice that had not been touched at all.
When the last unknown solution set in the formula was analyzed by him with a spell, the pale morning sky fell on him for the second time through the somewhat dirty glass window.
He dropped the quill, smiled with satisfaction, casually pulled the blanket hanging on the hanger, leaned against the large armchair behind him, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, Constantine - his loyal old servant - talked to him naggingly and asked him to eat.
"I'm working, Constantine!" He grabbed his hair irritably and shouted to the respectful servant: "Don't let such mundane things as eating disturb me!"
"Okay, Master." Constantine agreed with a low eyebrow, then raised his head and looked at him with a confused look on his face: "So, when will you have something to eat?"
Dr. Duzem weakly hit his head on the desk and said silently to himself:
I am not angry.
I am not angry.
I am not angry……
There is a blank space behind it.
When his consciousness returned to his body, he felt that his arm was being grabbed and shaken vigorously.
"Master..."
"Master!" Constantine's words seemed to float from the distant horizon, as far away as the colorful clouds that evening.
The doctor finally raised one eyelid with great effort, muttered "I don't want to eat", then turned over, intending to continue sleeping.
The old servant shook his arm to prevent him from sinking again.
"Master, please wake up, Master." Constantine's old voice was full of urgency: "Master, Miss Jiang is outside."
Dr. Duzem still had his eyes closed, but his wandering thoughts tried hard to grasp the key points of this sentence.
Miss Jiang?
His slow brain could not effectively read information, and the old servant's persistent shaking prevented him from falling asleep again.
"Who is she?!" Dr. Duzem finally opened his sleepy eyes, unable to conceal his tiredness and displeasure in his tone: "Don't you know that the morning is my time to rest?"
There is nothing worse than being pulled out of sleep.
If so, it is because someone woke me up repeatedly from my sleep.
"You must have a good reason, otherwise..." Even though he was full of anger, Dr. Duzem still didn't think of how to deal with his reckless servant.
"Miss Jiang, young master." The old servant respectfully handed him a hot towel and asked him to apply it on his face: "The eldest lady of the Jiang family in Zhongshan, she sent a greeting card last weekend, and you have agreed to this meeting.
.”
Dr. Duzem took the towel and wiped his eyes and temples vigorously, and his chaotic thoughts gradually woke up from the darkness.
Zhongshan Jiang family?
I am the only big benefactor now?!
"Miss Jiang!" He jumped up, his face full of uneasiness: "Why didn't you say earlier, please come in quickly, please come in quickly."
He knew very little about this Miss Jiang.
But the Zhongshan and Jiang family were his biggest supporters of his magic experiments over the years.
In other words, the only supporter.
To him, this Miss Jiang is more like an inspection leader.
The old servant responded, raised his legs and walked towards the door.
"Stand up straight, Constantine!" Dr. Duzem shouted in a low voice behind him: "Stand still, you look like a baboon now."
The old servant stopped, straightened his back, stretched out his clothes, and walked out the door with steady steps.
Dr. Duzem randomly packed up the scattered draft papers on the table, and pulled a few bald quills into the waste basket at his feet. Then he rushed to the tall dressing mirror, pushed his hair hard, and pulled the corners of his mouth.
, try to show a perfect smile.
"You need a new tie, sir." Mirror suddenly opened his mouth and complained in a hoarse voice: "With all due respect, that greasy thing hanging around your neck is more like a rag."
The doctor hesitated for a moment, took off the tie that had been hanging around his neck for a long time, and stuffed it deep into the cupboard behind him.
"And your robe! Sir." Jing Jing saw that his suggestion was adopted to a certain extent, and his tone became a little cheerful: "The third button on your placket began to be misplaced, and there seemed to be some oil stains on your front, and you
The hood can no longer be called a hat, it looks like Bigfoot blew its nose on it..."
"Shut up!" Dr. Duzem's face was dark and his tone was stiff, stopping him from continuing to speak nonsense: "Guests are coming, the only thing you can do is to shut your stinking mouth!"
As he spoke, he quickly corrected the misplaced buttons on his clothes.
"If a mirror can't speak, what's the difference between it and a salted fish!" the full-length mirror howled, trying to attract the attention of its owner.
The doctor coldly grabbed the purple velvet blanket on the armchair and covered it on the mirror.
Then, the mirror fell asleep quietly.
"Master, the guests are here."
The door to the study room opened again, and the old servant Constantine walked in front with his back straight. He gave the doctor a flawless greeting and added in the reserved tone that servants in ancient aristocratic families always used: "Miss Jiang Yu
Came to visit with her male companion."
Before the doctor could say anything, the guest behind the old servant came over unceremoniously.
"Dr. Duzem." Jiang Yu had a Kun bag hanging on one arm and held it in front of her abdomen. She reached out with one hand and handed it to the owner of the institute who came over with a smile: "I didn't know it affected your rest. I'm sorry to disturb you so early.
.”
The doctor noticed that behind her was a nerd in red robe holding a cardboard box.
For someone who came from the Alpha Academy, he didn't have much prejudice against Jiuyou students.
"Miss Jiang," Dr. Duzem held Jiang Yu's hand and kissed it gently. Then he raised his head and said loudly in an exaggerated voice: "It's really you. The last time I saw you was six years ago.
Going to Zhongshan to visit the old lady...it happened to be your twelfth birthday. I remember that more than half of the great wizards from the Umbrella League went there. At the end of the day, I could only stay in the corner of the group photo...even my head was gone.
Take a full photo. This time you must give me a chance to take a real photo with you."
"This is my honor." Jiang Yu smiled reservedly and introduced the male companion beside him to the host: "This is Zheng Qing, my classmate and my friend... this year's publicly funded student of Jiuyou College."
"Nice to meet you." Dr. Duzem stretched out his hand, grabbed Zheng Qing's arm, and shook it briefly.
It can be seen that his attitude towards Zheng Qing is much colder.