The morning sun passed through the curtains, leaving a pale white halo on the quilt.
From outside the six-poster bed, the elf's laughter and the sound of its wings vibrating could be heard.
A fragrant fragrance lingered on the tip of Zheng Qing's nose.
Zheng Qing squinted one eye, and his blurred gaze fell on the tarot card inlaid with crystal gems on the pillow.
This is a gift from Elena to him.
A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth involuntarily.
From the time I received this gift to now, two days have passed quietly.
Maybe it’s because of his increasingly fulfilling study life, or maybe it’s because praying to tarot cards before going to bed is really effective. After putting this card next to his pillow, Zheng Qing felt much more at ease when sleeping at night.
The light fell on the golden armor of the Knight of Wands on the card, and the fine gems shone with charming colors in the morning light.
Zheng Qing's slightly opened eye blinked quickly.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the color on the card is much darker than when I first bought it.
Maybe it's just because the light in the tent is weak. Zheng Qing thought drowsily, lazily opened his eyes, felt the warmth in the bed, and really didn't want to move.
The sky outside is slightly white, and the world outside the window is very refreshing. The early birds are chirping and saying hello to their friends, eliminating the sleepiness of the night.
Today is Wednesday.
According to his class schedule, there is an elective history class in the morning and the philosophy of magic in the afternoon.
Because they do not involve the application of specific magic, these two classes are tasteless in Zheng Qing's heart. He does not value them, and his mentality is the most relaxed during class. Wednesday seems to be a holiday that is not a holiday in the entire week's schedule.
.
But you can be lazy, but you still have to go to the classroom where you should go.
"I think I'm in love." Zheng Qing turned over and lay weakly on the bed, burying his head in the pillow and groaning angrily.
"What?" A confused voice came from outside the curtain.
It's Dylan.
After the full moon night, this roommate reappeared in dormitory 403 alive and kicking. His face was rosy and his complexion was excellent. He did not look like a vampire werewolf who had been tortured by mania for several days.
On the contrary, Dylan has been extremely energetic these days.
According to his explanation, this is because the efficacy of the recent batch of 'flavored thorns' produced by Baicao Garden has been inexplicably enhanced, and the wizard who prepared the 'Wolf Blood Potion' did not do a strict efficacy analysis beforehand, so he prepared it for him
There was a slight flaw in the dosage of the potion.
Of course, according to the doctor at the school hospital who had very big bags under his eyes, this was a very, very small mistake - equivalent to letting Dylan take a little stimulant.
"It's harmless to the body," Dr. Ma, the chief physician in charge of the werewolf medicine at the school hospital, vowed and emphasized, patting his chest: "You will be very energetic... Of course, some very energetic people will also experience slight dizziness.
, tinnitus or some degree of insomnia... the effects last for up to a week, they are all normal reactions, don’t be afraid.【】”
Dr. Ma’s judgment was very accurate.
After taking the medication, Dylan experienced the longest period of insomnia in his life.
Of the twenty-four hours a day, he was in a state of excitement for approximately twenty-one hours. Even sitting in the huge blue-black coffin, he could not close his eyes.
So this young man with aristocratic blood under the moon had no choice but to play with his exquisite collections all night long.
For example, cufflinks, brooches, collar clips, and square scarves in rich colors and textures.
He wiped the trinkets carefully over and over again, making sure there were no stains from any angle before he gave up. He also folded the square towels in different styles, and then changed them to another one the next night.
Fold it again in a new way.
Zheng Qing felt that this poor vampire werewolf had suffered from very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder in just two days.
"Zheng Qing, is it you? Are you awake?" Dylan very keenly caught the sound of Zheng Qing's moaning, and his spirit suddenly cheered up, and he began to chatter outside the tent about the thirty-two ways to fold a square scarf.
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Zheng Qing reluctantly sat up and sat cross-legged, leaning against the wall. His eyes seemed to be open and his breathing was intermittent.
This is the last good time before he gets up, between sleep and wakefulness. He can enjoy the comfort of sleepiness and prepare himself for a complete awakening with his slowly active thinking.
"I feel like I'm in love." Zheng Qing repeated what he just said in a dazed, hollow voice: "I feel like I'm really in love."
This statement is very definite.
Different gasping sounds were heard one after another in the dormitory, and the beds in several corners made creaking sounds.
"What did he say? I didn't hear clearly just now." Fatty Xin's unclear voice sounded outside the tent, mixed with a few dissatisfied cat calls.
"Weren't you in love before?" Xiao Xiao asked in a surprised voice.
"With whom?" Fatty Xin's voice was still a little confused.
"Who else besides Elena! Is it our fierce female squad leader?" Dylan did not show the slightest reserve of the nobles under the moon at this moment. Instead, he asked eagerly like an uncultured guy who loves gossip:
"Can you really tell the difference between liking and falling in love? Tell me, what does falling in love feel like?"
Zheng Qing lazily snapped his fingers, and the elves yelled and collected the curtains on both sides of the bed for him.
He squinted.
The sky is already bright, and the dormitory is enveloped in the refreshing morning breath, making people feel like they are taking off and jumping for joy.
Zheng Qing grabbed a few thoughts that had flowed through his mind a moment ago and said slowly:
"While talking to her, I felt a hot gas in my chest, which made me dizzy."
He hesitated, choosing the right words in his mind: "Moreover, seeing her is like being on stimulants. It is difficult to control my emotions. My thoughts and emotions completely follow her."
"Taking stimulants is not taking Ecstasy," Dylan corrected in an experienced tone: "Maybe it will make it difficult for you to control your emotions, but it will not make you fall in love with someone of the opposite sex."
"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with the exercises you are practicing? I feel distracted when I hear your description." Xiao Xiao has already changed into his training clothes and is adjusting the wide belt in front of the full-length mirror.
"When I can't see her, I feel very lost. I always feel that something is missing." Zheng Qing murmured.
"I always feel like you are describing the feeling of taking a 'love potion' by mistake." Fatty Xin finally came to his senses and made some comments as a senior pharmacy enthusiast.
"We can't rule out some witchcraft." After carefully examining Zheng Qing's blank eyes and dull face, Dylan shook his head.
"In short, it's completely different for me to have her or not. I can almost touch my love for her." Zheng Qing moaned dramatically.
"Where?" Fatty Xin poked his head out from the lower bunk, and at the same time threw the fat cat out of his pillow.
"My brain, my palms, my breath, every inch of my skin." Zheng Qing raised his upper body, spread his arms, and chanted affectionately amidst the angry screams.
"Another idiot whose erotic dream interfered with reality?" Fatty Xin buried his head in the bed again.
"Hundan, go to hell!" Zheng Qing fell back onto the bed with a thud.
This chapter has been completed!