After washing up, putting on a clean robe, wearing a new belt and cufflinks, the young government student stood refreshed in front of the full-length mirror, grinning and trying to show a just right smile.
"With all due respect, sir!" The full-length mirror said gruffly: "Your upper canine teeth are slightly protruding, and they have not been whitened and polished, so they are not suitable for a toothy smile... As a professional image planner, I suggest
Don't show any of your teeth when you smile."
"Shut up!" The young public-funded student shouted at this brainless guy and shut his mouth in annoyance.
"Also, it's snowing today. It would be great if you could wear it with a black or red scarf when you go out." The full-length mirror did not shut up immediately, but continued to sell its opinions to Zheng Qing hard.
As a dressing mirror in the boys' dormitory, except for Dylan who occasionally uses it, almost no one else pays much attention to the image. This makes it suffer from loneliness. Therefore, every time someone stands in front of it and carefully arranges their clothes, they will receive a message.
A laundry list of suggestions.
Some suggestions are quite pertinent. For example, the full-length mirror just suggested that Zheng Qing wear a scarf when he goes out. The young public-sponsored student thought about it and immediately accepted it. But some suggestions are very offensive - such as the time when a fat man stood at the station.
I was trying on my new dress in front of the full-length mirror, and the full-length mirror suggested that I drink some body shaping potion before trying on that dress.
"I can hear the soul of the dress crying because of your fat!" The full-length mirror commented bitterly: "With your figure, there is actually no difference between wearing a dress or pajamas to attend the dance..."
Fortunately, everyone else in the dormitory was there at the time. Seeing that something was wrong, they forcibly stopped the angry Fatty Xin, saving the broken mirror from being broken.
"I remember you said that you have served the O'Brien family for almost four hundred years, right?" Zheng Qing said with emotion while facing the mirror and tying a scarf in front of the demonstration projection above.
"There is still one month to go, it will be three hundred and eighty-nine years, sir." The full-length mirror answered politely, with a tone full of pride and pride: "From Europe to Atlanta, almost every castle in the O'Brien family
They all left my mark.”
"It's not easy." The young public-funded student tugged on the tied scarf, stretched out the wrinkles on his sleeves, stuffed the gray cloth bag into his arms, then turned around and opened the dormitory door.
A slightly choked shout from the full-length mirror came from behind: "Thank you very much for your affirmation, sir!"
Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, paused slightly, and ultimately did not look back.
What he actually wanted to say was that it was really not easy for this mirror to survive intact for such a long time - if a guy like this was left in a homeless wizard's bar, he would probably be broken into seventeen pieces in one night.
Eight dollars.
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After leaving the dormitory, it was already completely white outside.
The heavy snowfall at First University was not like the winters Zheng Qing had experienced in the past. It took a long time to dig and procrastinate before a few snowflakes would fall.
In this world determined by wizards and magic, if it snows, it snows.
Just be as big as you want.
The goose-feather snowflakes are no longer an adjective, but a real fact. Zheng Qing looked around and saw a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. The heavy snow had been falling for who knows how long, and it had already covered the entire campus with a thick layer of snow.
When you step on the white velvet quilt, most of your ankles are submerged in the soft snowflakes, creaking and making you feel unexpectedly happy.
Originally, because it was the weekend, theoretically, there should be many fewer students on campus than usual.
But because of the heavy snow, many young people with innocent innocence called their friends and came outdoors to enjoy the snow scenery. Those who liked the quietness held a book, sat under the pine trees, and wandered through the sea of books in the bright light; love
The players, in small groups, used magic to direct the snowflakes to gather into snowballs, and the snowballs rolled into snowmen. Then the snowmen wrestled and boxed, and had a great time.
To be honest, Zheng Qing really hates those guys who use magic to play with snowmen - because most people only care about their own happiness and have no sense of public morality.
Just like he had just walked from the dormitory to the library, he was hit on the head by the snowballs of three 'ownerless' snowmen. After the owners of these snowmen finished making them and had fun playing with them, they abandoned them and left them alone.
These guys with simple instincts wander around the campus, and if they are blocked occasionally, snowballs as big as fists will roar out of their bodies, hitting people with their heads covered with flowers.
"Don't chase me alone!" The young public-funded student was chased by two snowmen and ran around, holding his head and shouting: "I still have to go to the library!"
Behind him, two snowmen were silent, waving their broom arms persistently, raising pieces of 'snow sand' towards the wizard in front, and from time to time they would take out one or two freshly kneaded snowballs from their backs.
Hit it by the wind.
The wizards passing by looked at the embarrassed wizard with laughter, and no one helped him, leaving him rolling and crawling while being chased.
"Use the Soft Legs Curse!" came a familiar voice from afar.
The wind and snow separated the space, so Zheng Qing couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was for a moment. But he heard the suggestion clearly. So after walking around a tall sycamore tree, the young wizard quickly took out his
Dharma book, slap it hard:
"I'm Ma Huijun!"
The pale green light suddenly brightened and swayed gently.
The two snowmen who had just chased Zheng Qing for nearly 500 meters suddenly paused amidst the fluctuations of the spell, then dispersed with a bang, landed on the ground, and turned into two quiet snowdrifts again.
The young public-funded director breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Why are you being chased by a snowman?" The familiar voice slowly approached, his tone full of curiosity: "Although these guys are very lively, most of the time, they will not take the initiative to attack the wizard."
As he spoke, a tall, thin, yellow-skinned wizard with a ponytail walked through the hazy snow curtain and appeared in front of Zheng Qing.
It was Nicholas, the classmate who had missed two grades and served as Zheng Qing's school guide.
"How do I know!" Zheng Qing patted the remaining snowflakes on his body and shook his head angrily, trying to shake off the half-melted ice crystals in his hair: "I just passed by the small square, and there were two groups of wizards.
I was directing two groups of snowmen to fight. I watched it for a while and smiled, but suddenly two snowmen ran out of the battlefield and chased me..."
Nicholas did not speak, but walked around behind Zheng Qing, stabbed, and tore something off his back.
"As expected." The repeater laughed and said, "Someone was playing a joke on you and secretly stuck the talisman behind you... It was probably just a prank, it doesn't matter."
Zheng Qing took the yellow talisman with a straight face.
Above, the bright red runes outlined with cinnabar are still shining brightly, and even the continuous wind and snow cannot suppress the undulating magic fluctuations therein.
This chapter has been completed!