The next evening self-study time is at 9:30. I squeezed into the last subway and got home almost 10:00.
From Monday to Friday, he lived almost the same life.
I went to school during the day, and after completing my homework in the evening, I took out the parchment to figure out magic. When I got home at night, I couldn't wait to draw the magic circle diagram.
996 is better than 996.
However, apart from a deeper understanding of minor magics such as ignition and water condensation, there is still no progress in the two magics of fireball and electric arc.
The difficulty factor is much higher than others.
...
On Friday night, Jiang Qiao took out the items for drawing the magic circle as usual and ran to the small backyard.
There was a black mark about one meter long on the wall of the backyard, which was caused by the smoke from burning fallen leaves.
The night when he drew the magic circle for the first time, Jiang Qiao did not expect that a flame of only a few tens of centimeters would quickly rise to one or two meters after being released, and even almost burned the ceiling.
Fortunately, he got a basin of water in time to put out the fire, otherwise the whole house might have been burned through.
Aren't you talking about the art of igniting fire? It's like setting fire to a mountain...he said with lingering fear afterward.
...
At ten o'clock in the night, the hustle and bustle of the city could be heard from the neon lights in the distance. Jiang Qiao squatted on the concrete floor and slowly circled and drew.
The medicinal powder in the glass bottle is almost bottomed out, and there are probably ten more opportunities to draw.
As his proficiency improved, it only took about fifteen minutes to draw a complete magic circle as big as half a person.
After finishing the last stroke, Jiang Qiao stood up.
This time, he still wants to challenge the fireball technique.
"The spirit of nature..."
"My sincerest blessings to you..."
"Answer my prayer."
The smooth but still stiff mantra slowly came out of his mouth, like the oldest echo in this world.
After silence comes the hottest burning.
This time there was no ethereal voice ringing in his heart, but he already understood.
Jiang Qiao raised his left hand, and bright and pure flames condensed in his hand.
From a spark, it grows into a bunch of flames, and then to a torch, getting bigger and bigger and hotter...
Until it finally grew to the size of a basketball, it stopped changing. The dynamic flames were blown out by the wind from time to time, and then turned into ashes in the air.
It's incredible... Jiang Qiao was once again shocked by the power of heaven, earth, and nature.
This kind of shock is different from the shock on the day of Guangmen. It is the despising and extremely swollen pleasure that comes after mastering the power.
It is an animal instinct rooted in genes.
Jiang Qiao was quickly attracted and even confused by the gorgeous fireball in his hand.
A strange desire for destruction spread rapidly in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to throw the fireball, to the wall in the backyard, to the telephone pole outside.
Burn to death the stupid dog that keeps barking in the morning, burn to death the group of chirping sparrows...
Jiang Qiao suddenly broke into a few drops of cold sweat. He realized all the dark thoughts he had before and couldn't help but feel scared.
The fireball in my hand is really quite lethal...
So his mind moved and he quickly canceled the spell. The fireball in his hand suddenly turned and disappeared into the air without a shadow.
Jiang Qiao was stunned for a while. This was a situation he had never encountered in the five days he had been learning magic.
In other words, the impact I received before was too small and was overshadowed by the freshness and excitement brought by learning magic.
Could it be that learning magic will distort people's minds to a certain extent and amplify their inner desires?
He stood there for a long time without coming back to his senses. He was a little scared to see himself like that.
The moonlight was like frost, shining through the backyard window and onto Jiang Qiao's shirt, where there were several holes burned by sparks.
It seems that tonight is no longer suitable for magic practice.
I must ask Sylvie tomorrow night what is going on...
Jiang Qiao looked at the moon for a while, then walked into the house.
…
Jiang Qiao's high school is relatively humane, with one day off on Sundays a week.
Therefore, the evening self-study on Saturday is usually the most difficult time.
There is no teacher supervision for evening self-study.
Jiang Qiao sat in the last row by the window. Although it was not the "hometown of the king", it was still a rare throne.
Open the window and you can feel the evening breeze of early autumn. When you are tired from studying, you can look at the stars outside and the trees on the mountain behind the school.
and a circle of exposed desolate ground on the outside.
According to Mr. Zhou, an enthusiastic student, this is because young lovers who can’t stand loneliness often go to the back mountain to do something about Feng Linwan... After the incident was exposed, the principal found out and got angry.
The surrounding trees were cleared, and surveillance cameras were installed at every blind corner.
From then on, even the people who went to the back mountain to catch up on their homework almost disappeared.
Jiang Qiao, who was looking out the window in trance, thought of this and suddenly smiled knowingly. It was his deskmate Zhou Cheng who told him this legend.
But at this time, Zhou Cheng was burying his head on the table, not saying a word, not even reading his favorite comics and novels. He looked a little depressed.
"Chengzi." Jiang Qiao called his nickname in a low voice and shook his shoulders at the same time.
The latter has no action.
"Zhoucheng?"
Jiang Qiao yelled again, and Zhou Cheng slowly turned his head, with snot and tears on his face. He didn't know who he thought he was raped by some Brother Jie.
This frightened Jiang Qiao.
"Chengzi, what's wrong with you?"
Jingle Bell--
At this time, the school bell rang. The classroom finally had some lively sounds.
"Brother Qiao..." Zhou Cheng said in a crying tone, and then fell silent with tears in his eyes.
Jiang Qiao's heart tightened.
"Brother Qiao," Zhou Cheng wiped away his tears, "I confessed my love today and was rejected - woo woo woo."
...
The two of them were walking towards the school gate. Normally at this time, they would usually take the subway home together.
Zhou Cheng still had a sad face.
Jiang Qiao asked him: "Tell me again, who rejected you?"
"Luo Shanshan from the next class."
"do not know."
"That's the girl who gave you snacks but you rejected her."
Jiang Qiao finally remembered that there was indeed such a girl.
A few weeks ago, Jiang Qiao kindly told her about the problem of waves, but the other party kept pestering him about it.
That girl came over right after class to deliver snacks, which made Jiang Qiao complain a lot in the class.
"Sorry, I have a girlfriend." Finally, helpless Jiang Qiao made up a bunch of lies, and then watched Luo Shanshan run out of the classroom crying.
It turns out it's her...Jiang Qiao said with emotion.
"How did you confess your love?" Jiang Qiao asked Zhou Cheng.
"I didn't confess," Zhou Cheng said aggrievedly, "I just said good morning, good noon, good evening, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, happy New Year and happy Qingming to her every day."
"Then what?"
"Then she told me to get lost."
"Zhou Cheng, being a dog licker also requires skills." Jiang Qiao Wangtian said with emotion, "We students, it's best not to get entangled in love affairs and pass the college entrance examination first."
"Brother Qiao, what's your relationship with Cheng Ruoxi?" Zhou Cheng asked back.
"Uh, this..." Jiang Qiao was stunned by the question, "What does it have to do with it? We are just ordinary friends."
Hearing this, Zhou Cheng's big face twisted his eyebrows, "Yo yo yo... Are you still an ordinary friend? Are ordinary friends waiting for you at the school gate with a cake?"
Jiang Qiao was stunned.
He looked towards the school gate.
There are lush trees on both sides of the gate, and a dim street lamp stands under the tree. The light shines on Cheng Ruoxi, making her shadowy.
She was standing on tiptoes looking into the school.