“Love doesn’t know where it starts, but it grows deeper.”
"Love brewed by magic has no reason."
"Although it is not as unforgettable as true love, it is more romantic and exciting than true love."
These are the words Professor Li once said to young college students like them before the start of the pharmacy course.
As a college student who has only received half a month of formal wizard education, Zheng Qing's understanding of love magic is quite superficial. With his limited knowledge, he is completely unable to distinguish the difference between real love and love created by magic.
Although several roommates expressed some concerns about his relationship status, Zheng Qing didn't take it seriously.
The feeling between him and Elena was indeed very subtle, but he was very sure that it was not an effect caused by magic.
After all, she is such a beautiful girl.
With just a twitch of your finger, a bunch of hormonal wizard lantern moths can be thrown into the flames.
There is absolutely no need to use any magic potions or spells.
Of course, this is where several roommates have their doubts.
"How could such a beautiful girl fall in love with you?" Dylan hid his body in the heavy wooden coffin, only revealing his handsome head: "This is not magic."
"This is magic." Zheng Qing retorted forcefully.
"Although you have an average appearance, a short stature, no money, and a stupid mouth. But no matter what, you still have a few taels... no, a few dollars of talent." Fatty Xin sat in front of his desk with his arms and legs spread out, analyzing lazily.
Said: "Maybe Irina just likes your talent?"
Zheng Qing listened to his cruel comments and wanted to refute. He thought for a long time, but had nothing to say, so he could only lower his head in frustration.
"He is short, what about me?" Xiao Xiao raised his head from his notebook and looked at Fatty Xin gloomily.
"You? An inch." The fat man stretched out the thumb and index finger of his right hand, gestured in front of his eyes, and mocked: "An inch, no more."
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, glanced at Zheng Qing, grabbed his brush and dipped it in the inkstone.
Zheng Qing happily put his hand into the gray cloth bag and took out a few low-quality suppression charms.
Fat Cat Tuantuan seemed to feel the murderous aura in the air, so he jumped up from Fatty Xin's belly, jumped back to the bed, and tucked himself back into bed.
"What are you doing!" Fatty Xin struggled to push himself up, looked at Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao who were approaching him with a sinister smile, and shouted in horror: "Murder! Murder! There is a murder in 403!"
"
Tuan Tuan sneezed contemptuously, nestled in the bed, held his paws, and fell asleep in a moment.
Dylan stuck his head out from the curtain with great interest, but his face was full of gloating.
After a while, Big Blue, who had two dark circles under his eyes and a few beards on his cheeks, finally broke away from the suppression of his two roommates and ran into the balcony to try to clean up the stains on his face.
When he returned to the dormitory again and rolled onto his six-poster bed, the young wizards in the room were still discussing Zheng Qing's love topic.
"If you can't calm down, then boldly ask her out." Xiao Xiao suggested.
"Is it like what he did last weekend?" After Fatty Xin lay on the bed, he immediately forgot about the ugly ink stains on his face a few minutes ago and laughed loudly: "I fell asleep while helping others with their homework!
Is there anything funnier than this?"
Zheng Qing glanced at him threateningly and clasped the inkstone on the desk with his fingers.
The fat man decisively shut his mouth.
"It's better than getting up every morning and howling in the dormitory." Xiao Xiao returned to his desk and sorted out the teaching materials needed for today's class.
"What if I get rejected?" Zheng Qing was a little moved, but still hesitant.
"Then continue the invitation," Dylan said quietly, holding a book and leaning on his big coffin: "If you are really in love, you won't give up after one setback... Besides, besides being rejected,
, and you have nothing more to lose.”
"Yes." Zheng Qing nodded firmly: "At least I still have hope now."
"It feels so good to be young." Dylan pressed the book to his face and said in a low tone: "A mature man like me who is eighteen hundred years old can no longer understand you young people!"
"The last time you were 1,200 years old," Zheng Qing couldn't help complaining: "When did you become 600 years old again!"
"Really?" Dylan raised his head in surprise, with clear eyes and a sincere expression: "Then I must have remembered it wrong... I am older and have a bad memory. Young people should understand."
Zheng Qing retched and had nothing to say.
"Hope, this is an idea more addictive than drugs and more illusory than dreams." Fatty Xin held up the ball and recited in an affectionate voice: "If a person has no hope, what is the difference between death and death?
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The fat tabby cat lazily drooped its hind legs, hooked the tip of its tail, and purred weakly twice, in response to Fatty Xin's new poem.
"You can think about things like love slowly...but now I think I should practice morning gong." Xiao Xiao was already dressed neatly at some point and was taking care of his watermelon hair in front of the mirror in a serious manner.
Fatty Xin rolled out of bed, quickly put on his robe, and tidied up randomly.
"We are going to do morning classes, why are you going?" Zheng Qing asked in surprise.
"I'm going to do morning classes too." Fatty Xin muttered, tightening his belt a little tighter.
"You do morning classes?" Zheng Qing couldn't help complaining: "Do you know where Feiyuan is?"
"Don't you know... I was woken up by you guys and I don't have the energy to sleep." Xin drooped his eyelids, licked his hands at the sleeping lumps, and sighed: "So, there are many good things about being a human being, and that's the spirit.
Great...if you can eat, sleep and eat like a fat cat every day, you will be living like a god."
"I'm going too, I'm going too!" Dylan dropped the book in his hand, quickly jumped out of his big coffin, closed the scarlet curtain with a huff, and hurriedly shouted: "I haven't enjoyed the morning in a long time.
I miss the sunshine very much."
Zheng Qing opened his mouth and finally gave up the idea of saying something.
They snored together, retracted their tails, and shrank their bodies deeper into the bed, trying their best to ignore the noises of the new students in their ears.
The elves sat obediently on the desk shelves, folded their wings, and enjoyed half a day of leisure.
Unlike young wizards, they prefer a clean and comfortable life.
After leaving the dormitory door, they handed Mr. Ni a few smoke pellets made from waste materials. Along the endless corridor opened at the base of the school wall and across the green bamboo forest, the group of people quickly arrived at Feiyuan.
Different from the past, Feiyuan seems to be more lively today.
There are many strange figures in the usually quiet lawn. They gather together in twos and threes. They don't do morning exercises, and they are not afraid of disturbing other people's cleanliness. Occasionally, they open Dharma books and cast a few spells wantonly to win companions.
They cheered enthusiastically.
Under normal circumstances, there are more Jiuyou students wearing red robes and Xingkong students wearing blue robes in Feiyuan.
But today, the number of the four-color robes was roughly the same, as if overnight many people had realized that hard work can make up for failure, and God will reward hard work.
This made Zheng Qing very surprised.
This chapter has been completed!