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Chapter 117 Andrew Taylor

 "Fuck!"

Looking at Li Meng who fainted, Hilda's face turned green: "No way! You are so cowardly!"

Is this the point?! Zheng Qing slapped himself in the face and felt that the whole world was dark.

"Li Meng!" Jiang Yu screamed, ran out of the team and jumped on Li Meng.

The freshmen who were watching on both sides of the lawn were silent for a few seconds and then immediately became commotion.

The sounds of ridicule, scolding, worried screams, and nervous soothing all came together to form a huge wave of sound, which frightened a prairie dog resting on a mound not far away and scared it away.

In a cave.

Other practical classes also discovered the anomaly here.

Because the distance was relatively far, those curious faces could only stretch their necks, hoping that the gentle breeze could carry away some tidbits of news.

But Alchemy Class 08-1, who is standing opposite Astronomy Class 08-1, doesn't need to be so troublesome.

In a moment, the identity of the fainted little witch had spread among the freshmen of Alchemy Class 08-1.

Li Meng, the legitimate daughter of the Li family in Shuzhong, is twelve years old. She is the second youngest student to enter the First University this year, and she is also a rare spiritual witch.

Zheng Qing looked gloomily at the mocking faces opposite him and said nothing.

In comparison, he was more worried about the figure lying on the grass.

He still remembers it very clearly.

Half a month ago, when he took a special plane from Chang'an Airport to enroll in school, Li Meng was sitting next to him. She was the first classmate to greet him and one of the first friends he made in college.

In his impression, the little witch was noisy and familiar with herself, and she liked to talk about things like "I'm a college student" and "My cousin is amazing."

Apart from that, there are no bad habits that are unique to young people from wizarding families. For example, they discriminate against wizards who are born in the mortal world, or treat wizards as turtles and jade, and regard mortals as dumb dogs.

But not long after entering First University, Zheng Qing discovered a new specialty of the little witch.

Good at dizziness.

As the ancients said, those who are good at fighting have no great achievements.

Zheng Qing must admit that those who are good at fainting have a brilliant reputation.

From the wandering bar on the pedestrian street, to Lao Yao's magic class, to the practical class in Green Valley, this little wizard had already fainted three times in just over ten days after joining the school.

I even fainted in class twice recently.

This makes people wonder whether a young wizard at this age can adapt to the high-intensity learning environment of First University.

Zheng Qing looked at the petite figure worriedly.

He could already imagine what kind of gossip would spread on campus after this class.

Hilda, who was next to Li Meng, was even more on the verge of crying.

The pride that originally designed that wonderful opening speech was gone.

Only one word comes to mind over and over again in this young practical course teacher’s mind:

'Fuck!'

Otherwise it would not be enough to express his inner depression.

When Hilda designed this opening speech, she predicted many situations. [ ] For example, the new students might be frightened and fall, the students would fall into chaos in a short time, and he was even prepared to withstand a few blows from the crowd.

Spell - After all, no one can be sure that there won't be overreacting guys among the freshmen.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that someone would be frightened by that grimace!

How pitiful!

In his opinion, apart from being a little disgusting, there wasn't much that was scary about that face.

Who could have imagined that a college student’s spirit could be so fragile!

"Be quiet!"

The annoyed teaching assistant slapped the Dharma book on his waist hard.

A milky white halo rippled from the book and enveloped all the freshmen in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing was horrified to find that his mouth seemed to be stuck together with strong glue and he could not open it no matter what.

In just a moment, the lawn fell into absolute silence.

Hilda lowered her head, looked nervously at the little witch who fainted on the ground, and said quickly: "Don't be afraid, Mrs. Bella is not far away."

This sentence seemed to be comforting the girls who were helping, but it was more like comforting himself.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, summoning a soft flying carpet, and emphasized: "Mrs. Bella can definitely help her."

Under the influence of the silencing spell, no one answered him.

Several girls helped Jiang Yu put Li Meng on the flying carpet, then dragged the blanket in mid-air and ran quickly towards the green figures at the edge of the green valley.

"Stand where you are!" Hilda hesitated, patted the Dharma book, and lifted the restrictions on the newcomers.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth and breathed in the fresh air, feeling the vibration of his chest. For the first time in his life, he had a deeper understanding of the simple act of speaking.

"I'm going to say hello to Lady Bella."

"No one is allowed to move!"

Hilda glanced fiercely at the restless figures and warned in a low voice:

"Everyone, stay where you are. Don't whisper to each other, and don't take out your Dharma books!"

"Otherwise, the school working committee won't mind a few more students doing odd jobs."

After saying that, he turned around and chased the flying carpet, trotting after it.

However, as soon as the figure of the teaching assistant disappeared on the hillside, a harsh laugh came from the crowd of Alchemy Class 08-1.

"That's ridiculous." A stout boy with a crew cut stood carelessly in the team and looked down upon the teacher in the practical class without politeness: "He's just a teaching assistant, but he dared to use a silencing spell on students! Class is over.

I must go to the student union to complain about him!"

Zheng Qing noticed that the boy's spread fingers were covered with colorful magic rings.

The stout boy seemed to have some prestige in Alchemy Class 08-1, and other freshmen echoed his words.

"Yes, yes, the brass nails on his face were so frightened that they almost fell off!"

"He actually used the school working committee to intimidate people. Should I go to the student union to sue him for intimidation?"

"My cousin is the minister of the student union, I will take you to him."

Zheng Qing touched Xiao Xiao next to him with his arm and asked in a low voice: "Who is he? The guy with a flat head and a hand full of magic rings."

"Andrew Taylor, the young master of the Taylor family." Xiao Xiao scratched his chin carelessly, seeming to be thinking about something.

Matthew next to him seemed to have heard their discussion and quietly moved closer to the two people.

"The Taylor family is a new werewolf family that has emerged in Quebec in recent years. The family does not have much property, but it has a lot of black gold. It is a rich man."

"Because they don't have much knowledge, this family doesn't pay much attention to the old rules of creatures under the moon, and they do things a little arrogantly."

"This family is known for their rebellious style. Their most famous statement is that 'the blood feud between werewolves and vampires has nothing to do with them, Taylor is just a janitor.' If one day, you see Andrew and the O'Brien family at First University , or people from the Cullen family walking shoulder to shoulder, don’t be surprised, maybe they are the key to resolving the feud between the werewolves and the vampires."

As he said that, Xiao Xiao turned his head and glanced at Matthew Cullen who was not far away.

Zheng Qing immediately remembered that there was a noble son of the Karen family in his class.

He turned his head, only to find that Matthew was fiddling with his cufflinks with a serious face, seemingly not paying attention to the conversation between the two.

"No chance." Matthew thought about what he saw outside his cousin's reception room last weekend and sighed slightly in his heart: "It turns out that he is from the Taylor family... Maybe this is why my cousin doesn't like to see him."


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