[ps, for the reasons for recent updates, there are explanations in the related works, please move here.]
[ps, this extra story takes place in the spring after the winter vacation, before the cold war between Zheng Qing and Irina. The young government-funded student lost his mind and wrote a letter of breaking up with the witch... This chapter is paired with the second extra chapter at the end of the sixth volume. The effect is
Better.]
"...
I must admit that my feelings for you started out of curiosity.
For someone like me, who has grown up pretty well, it's very tempting to do something beyond my imagination (like having a romantic love affair with an exotic gypsy witch).
Fortunately, I met you.
Unfortunately, you met me.
You meet all my expectations unexpectedly: you are so unexpectedly beautiful, passionate, and full of charm. You unexpectedly accepted my reckless invitation. You are such an unexpected Holy Spirit.
However, I overestimated my abilities.
I am just a little wizard with mediocre qualifications, and a very old-fashioned, very uninteresting little wizard.
Just like the little scale in my heart. One side is my goodwill and curiosity about you. The other side, at the beginning, is empty. The scale is always tilted like you.
Whenever you conflict with my choices, I will always go along with you with a smile and never show my hurt. Because I feel that the feelings are mutual. When I take care of your feelings, you will also take care of them.
my feeling.
It wasn't until the balance was unknowingly filled with weights that I realized what a selfish guy I was.
I selfishly gave you a hundred opportunities, but never said it once. When you used up the hundred opportunities without knowing it, I left with peace of mind, feeling that no explanation was needed.
I don't know why I am writing this, I just thought I should let you know what I think.
When I'm with you, my mouth is too stupid and I can't always speak out.
After I wrote it, I felt that it was not actually what I wanted to say..."
This letter comes to an end.
The string of ellipses at the end may mean that the owner of the letter is depressed and his mind is blank, so he can't write any more; or it may just be that the letter paper has limited space and cannot fit those crooked calligraphy that are as big as the size of a fingertip.
On a sunny day in spring, there is the sound of Cang Geng.
The oriole outside the window sang in the warm sunshine and gentle breeze, cheering for the young wizards who were studying hard.
Elena was sitting on the fixed seat on the third floor of the library, holding the letter in her hand, looking at the letter with a smile in the spring sunshine.
The pale cyan letter paper was stamped with a whitish hyacinth watermark, just like the witch's mood at the moment.
"What a pure little guy."
The gypsy witch held her chin in one hand and held the letter paper between her other fingers. She looked at the sunlight shining through the back of the paper and the shadows of white hyacinths swaying on the table. She suddenly smiled and added:
"And he's a confused little guy."
…
…
Not long after the blue paper crane flew away, Zheng Qing regretted it.
But for the sake of face, men always like to persist when they shouldn't.
He sat behind the desk in his dormitory, looking out the window eagerly, expecting the blue paper crane to peck the glass on the window with a reply.
This absent-minded mood greatly affected his state.
Xiao Xiao noticed this.
"Why don't you go to the library to review your homework with Elena today?" He took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and yawned heavily: "...you can't study alone anyway."
"We're done." The young public-funded student replied with a low voice and a firm voice.
"ah?"
This scream was not Xiao Xiao's voice, but came from behind Zheng Qing, from Fatty Xin's bed.
Xiao Xiao was also a little surprised, but he just put down the hand that was rubbing the corners of his eyes and took a serious look at Zheng Qing, as if he wanted to know if he was joking.
"Ah what!" Zheng Qing squeezed a ball of paper and threw it into the fat man's tent.
"I mean... are you finished?" The fat man's head emerged from the curtain, looking like a tabloid reporter catching big news.
Zheng Qing snorted and suddenly felt that he didn't regret it so much.
"Of course it's over." He looked cold and said in a calm tone: "If we were to continue, I should be sitting in the library or the Jota restaurant now... instead of listening to your boring talk here."
"But," Xiao Xiao had put his glasses back on and looked at the young public-funded student with a serious expression: "...Why? There is always a reason for everything to happen. If I remember correctly, you were still together yesterday.
Bar."
As he spoke, he poked his head.
"Huh." Zheng Qing didn't bother to answer this kind of question - or in other words, he didn't know how to answer it. Did he want to tell his companions that he was just impulsive?
"It's good to divide it!"
The fat man got out of the bed at some point, rubbed his hands, and analyzed in a serious manner: "... According to my opinion, you didn't like her from the beginning, you were just curious about the difference between her and you, who has gypsy blood.
, your interest is more in curiosity than love..."
Zheng Qing tilted his head back slightly, frowned, and listened.
Fatty's analysis unexpectedly matched the content of his letter - even though Fatty was just a single guy - are all the reasons boys can think of for breaking up so similar?
This is a philosophical topic worth discussing.
"...So, long live the end!"
Fatty Xin raised his arms, raised the fat cat high above his head, shook it vigorously, and shouted: "I have always wanted to tell you that you should find a friend with a similar bloodline to yourself. No matter how hard it is, you will still have a friend."
Guaranteed to be of relatively pure earth blood. You know, those gypsy wizards always have some weird ideas, just like yours, don’t you think her smell is a little weird?"
Tuantuan was dizzy from being shaken by him, screamed, and stretched out his sharp claws, leaving a few superficial marks on Banner's arm.
"Taste?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows curiously.
The fat man put Fat Cat into his arms again, pondered for a moment, and then said in a more adequate way: "...that very strong fragrance, I don't know what you think, anyway, I can't breathe around her.
.”
"Isn't that deodorant?" the young public-funded student muttered, silently defending in his heart: "I think she smells very good."
"I seem to smell the smell of broken love." Dylan quietly climbed out of the coffin, half-body, looked at the public-funded students with a faint look, and sighed like a magic stick: "...This is a sign that spring is coming to an end.
.”
Zheng Qing was startled by the sudden sound.
He looked up at the sky.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping at this point?" Zheng Qing reminded, pointing to the sun still hanging in the sky.
"Sleeping is not as good as the smell of broken love." Mr. Vampire Werewolf did not hide his gloating nature at all: "It would be even more delicious if you were covered in blood after being chopped by Elena with a hatchet."
This chapter has been completed!