Zheng Qing stood in the quiet corridor and licked his dry lips.
Most of the students in Astronomy Class 08-1 had already followed Professor Yao and turned into the new classroom. Originally, he and several other classmates were going to discuss interviewing with the Federation of Social Social Sciences after class, but unexpectedly they were
A few unfaithful guys were left halfway.
Of course, he could definitely catch up with those figures that were drifting away.
But this was not his original intention.
Zheng Qing's fingers involuntarily touched the gray cloth bag in her arms. In the bag, there was a long bohemian dress that had been stored for a long time and had never been given to her owner.
Is now the right time?
This idea flashed through the young public-funded student's mind quickly, and then he gave it up immediately.
No one gives gifts just for the sake of giving gifts, and he certainly didn't wait so long just to give a dress.
It's already class time now.
There was no one in the empty corridor. The portraits of sages hanging on both sides of the corridor wall were dozing under the dim light, and the cold draft flowed silently along the smooth floor. A few figures could be vaguely seen in front of the window sill in the distance.
Ghosts who had committed suicide by jumping from a building were huddled in a row, basking in the sun with their glistening intestines.
Scentofagirl.
This beautiful word suddenly passed through Zheng Qing's mind, and he couldn't help but take another deep breath.
The sweet smell filling his nose gave him great courage.
"Hi!" He put on a big smile, turned around quickly, looked at the gypsy witch in front of him, and said in a very surprised tone: "What a coincidence... I thought you had already entered the classroom.
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Perhaps his efforts were a little too much, and his voice sounded particularly loud in the empty corridor.
Even the ghosts basking in the sun on the windowsill in the distance couldn't help but look back.
This made the young public-funded student run past a group of alpacas quickly.
However, the gypsy witch opposite did not notice the boy's slightly exaggerated voice. She was wearing a large red shawl and holding several thick reference books in her arms, as if she had just come back to her senses.
"This is not a coincidence." Elena pushed the long hair behind her ears, revealing her white neck. She suddenly flashed her big eyes, looked at the public-funded student in front of her, and said very seriously: "I'm waiting for you.
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Perhaps because of fatigue, although her voice is still pleasant, it seems a little hoarse. Her face is also much paler than before. I don't know if it is because she has applied too much foundation or because she has not seen the sun for a long time. There is heavy makeup around her eyes.
Eye shadow gives people a very depressed and decadent feeling.
This made Zheng Qing feel a strong desire to protect him for a moment.
So much so that he wasn't even secretly complacent about the witch's answer just now.
"What happened?" He took a step forward, closed the distance between the two, and asked eagerly: "I noticed that you haven't come to class on time recently... Is it because of the witch group? Yes.
Is there anything I can do to help you?"
His attitude is very sincere.
This made the witch's eyes look a little more radiant.
"I haven't had time to congratulate you on winning the Order of Merlin." Elena avoided Zheng Qing's question, smiled, and said in a brisk tone: "Maybe we can pick a time to have a casual meal... I'll invite you.
Yours, as compensation."
The topic changed too quickly and the change was so drastic that Zheng Qing felt caught off guard.
One second ago, he was full of sorrow, wondering if he could help Elena if she had any trouble; a second later, the gypsy witch invited him to dinner with a smile on her face.
She invites you to dinner?!
Is this a date?
Where is the location and do I need to buy a dress?
Oh, and that skirt, that skirt can finally be given away!
Zheng Qing's mind was immediately filled with images of the two of them sitting opposite each other in a small box: colorful fireflies hanging among the vines, naughty elves carrying flower baskets and scattering flower petals above their heads, with flower essences bouncing.
The guqin plays accompaniment, followed by various pink pictures.
As Mr. Lu Xun said, the car cannot be stopped at all.
"A date?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but say the word that was thinking in his mind, and then he shuddered, immediately woke up, and added with a red face: "I mean, where do you need to treat me... as usual
, I should treat you as well."
Elena seemed to like seeing his embarrassed expression and stood beside him with a smile.
"You just said you were waiting for me, what's the matter?" After struggling for a long time, Zheng Qing finally grabbed a rope and rescued himself from the suffocating environment.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and his expression quickly returned to normal.
Then he noticed the reference book held in the witch's arms.
"Principles of Rune Structure", "Encyclopedia of Runes", "Etymology", "New Meanings of Ancient Prose", etc.
Almost all of them are research books on relatively advanced fields of talismanology.
"Is it something related to talismans?" The young public-funded student asked this question first.
Elena was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face slowly faded.
"Isn't it?" Zheng Qing noticed her face, which looked a little depressed, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought..."
"You don't need to apologize." Elena said softly: "You are not wrong...I am looking for you because I have a question about talismology that needs to be answered."
With that said, she took out a notebook from her bag without waiting for the young public-funded student to speak.
The notebook is a bit old, and there are many greasy marks on the black cover, which look like the blood of some kind of creature.
Elena flipped through the pages quickly, but Zheng Qing still noticed the profound rune images flashing across the pages. Most of the runes seemed to have been analyzed patiently, with dense notes on the side.
The witch turned the notebook almost to the last few pages.
Then she pointed to a rough talisman outlined with a pencil on a blank page and asked eagerly: "Can you recognize what this talisman means...or what its original shape is?"
Zheng Qing stretched out his hand to get it closer, but unexpectedly, Elena quickly retracted the notebook as if she had been shocked.
Zheng Qing's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
Elena also had an embarrassed expression on her face.
But Zheng Qing reacted quickly, opened his notebook, and used a brush to outline the traces of the talisman.
"This talisman looks very complicated... I have no idea for a while." The young public-funded student said in an apologetic tone: "If you don't mind, I will reply to you later, okay?"
"Sorry for the trouble," Elena tried to say thanks in a brisk tone.
Obviously, this behavior cannot alleviate the awkward atmosphere between the two.
But no matter what, Zheng Qing must show the wisdom that a boy should have: "This is my honor!"
Several classmates appeared at the corner of the corridor. They looked at the young wizard and witch curiously, biting each other's ears and whispering something.
Elena quickly put away her notebook, passed the young wizard, and whispered: