There are some things in life that we can be sure of.
For example, sprinkled salt should be thrown over the left shoulder, and rosemary must be planted at the entrance of the garden. Lavender will bring good luck. Another example is that no one dares to point at the rainbow hanging in the east sky, and don't peek at the moon when it is dressed in gauze.
But other things are not so certain.
Such as life, such as death, such as love.
Ileana Jones is a gypsy witch.
At the same time, she is also Zheng Qing's classmate.
She is still a brave and beautiful girl - Zheng Qing is very sure of this. Every time her name comes to his mind, he can't help but think of the girl with a handful of tarot cards in her hand and an apologetic look on her face.
Beautiful figure.
The unique tarot divination technique, the tall wizard tower that appears and disappears, the caravan that travels on the edge of life and death wielding the whip of shadow, and the gypsies wandering across Eurasia have long been shrouded in mysterious legends.
And Elena inherited all the mystery of the Gypsies.
Her beauty, her enthusiasm, her burgundy wavy long hair, her mesmerizing big light brown eyes, straight nose, wheat-colored skin, tall figure, everything is full of mystery.
lure.
Her smile, every charming look in her eyes are all intoxicating.
It is very unmagical to expect a young man who has just left the greenhouse to control himself under such temptation.
Therefore, Zheng Qing fell in love almost the moment she talked to him.
Maybe God also intended to help this silly young man. The gypsy witch would actually be interested in the study of talismans. Is there anything more in line with Zheng Qing's wishes than this?
At the witch's suggestion, the 2008 public-funded student from Jiuyou Academy ignored the fact that his basic magic was a mess and agreed to help her with tutoring.
So, at two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, it became a piece of honey in the hearts of young people.
Every time he thinks about this time, he can't help but have a silly, sweet smile on his face.
Except last Sunday.
Zheng Qing hugged his Dharma book, frowned, and hurried to the classroom. The elves poked their heads out of the hood behind him, carefully observed the surroundings, and sang cheerful tunes.
It is now seven o'clock on Monday morning, more than an hour before the first class starts.
But Zheng Qing could no longer wait in the small dormitory.
Starting from Saturday, the paper cranes he flew towards Elena would fly back to his hands intact. No matter how gorgeous the shape he folded the paper cranes into, or how many anti-dodges he added to the paper cranes.
'The spell, those cyan letters will always flutter in his disappointed eyes, and return to the small balcony of dormitory 403.
Then he nodded and pecked hard through the thick layer of glass.
Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong.
He didn't know why Zhihe couldn't find Elena, nor did he know whether the witch appeared at the desk in the library at noon on Sunday, nor did he know whether the witch was safe now.
The only thing he knew was that he had to find the gypsy witch before the first class on Monday and express his deepest apology for not being able to attend the appointment on Sunday.
If possible, he was ready to squeeze out a sum of money from his modest wallet and treat the witch to dinner at the most luxurious restaurant in Beta Town as part of his 'most sincere apology'.
He originally planned to talk to Elena about this matter at the regular class meeting on Sunday night, but to his disappointment, the witch did not appear at the regular meeting.
This kind of thing is not surprising. He comforted himself in his heart. Just like what Dr. Xiao Da mentioned, transfer students and international students have their own small closed circles. They are rarely included in class meetings and other activities.
among the number of people - they rarely participate in such activities.
Therefore, this morning before Professor Yao's magic class is the last chance.
The young public-sponsored student was preoccupied with thinking about his words and deeds after the meeting. He did not pay attention to the excited expressions on the faces of the students coming and going on campus, as well as the figures who gathered in twos and threes and talked quietly.
Until he pushed open the classroom door, a group of people cheered and surrounded him, frightening the poor young man.
"Why are there so many people!" he shouted: "Why are you all here so early? What happened!"
However, the crowd paid no attention to his struggle and was bombarded with a series of questions.
"Is it true?" Li Meng squeezed into the front of the crowd, grabbed him by the collar, and screamed: "Did the patrol catch those monsters?"
"What?" Zheng Qing looked around in a daze.
The elf in the hood was frightened by the enthusiastic wizards, and flew to the top of the blackboard with a loud cheer, looking for comfort from those who worked in the school.
Each elf holds a blue paper crane in his arms - this is one of the "sincerity" Zheng Qing prepared for Elena.
Perhaps because he was too panicked, one of the elves was just flying high and accidentally dropped a paper crane. Without the burden of the paper crane, the little elves flew much easier, so this simple-minded
In the blink of an eye, the little guy forgot about the 'treasure' that his master had repeatedly warned him about.
The paper crane floated slowly with the help of the air current, until it was about to hit the ground when it was caught by a bare hand.
Of course, Zheng Qing did not notice these details.
He was surrounded by curious faces and his ears were filled with random questions.
"Everyone is saying that what sucks up those magical creatures is a bunch of sand. Is that true?"
The question is very simple and clear.
Zheng Qing nodded hurriedly.
This affirmative expression made the onlookers even more enthusiastic.
"Are there really tens of thousands of lazy bugs hidden in the school by the sand?"
"What does the Mother of Sand Time look like? How big is it? Have you touched it?"
"How did you find the group of escaping Sands?"
"I heard that someone in the patrol team was robbed of a timeline by Sha Shi, and half of his face was withered. Is it true?"
"Did you get a small bottle of Sand Time Royal Jelly as a reward?"
This last question was so critical that everyone shut their mouths and looked at Zheng Qing eagerly, expecting him to give an accurate answer.
Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded slowly again.
Wow!
The onlookers were in an uproar, and the atmosphere suddenly became more lively.
"Brother Qing, Brother Qing!" Squad Leader Downton put his arm around his shoulders and greeted him enthusiastically: "You probably don't need that bottle of 'Sand Time Royal Jelly'... I'll give you ten jade coins.
How am I?"
Before Zheng Qing could speak, a mocking voice sounded clearly outside the crowd.
"Ten jade coins?"
Matthew Cullen was leaning against the window, tilting his head, looking coldly at the farce at the classroom door. When he suddenly heard Downton's offer, he couldn't help but mocked: