Hu Huan looked at Xiao Jianseng who was getting more and more excited as he played, yawned and said, "Brother Xiao, you continue to play, I'll go to your room and take a nap."
Xiao Jianseng waved his hand, said nothing, and continued to fight in the game world.
Hu Huanting opened the door and went to the next door. Xiao Jianseng also chose the fifth floor. The dormitory was next to Hu Huan. Hu Huan was 508 and he was 509.
Everything in the dormitory is standardized and has been prepared a long time ago. It is no different from Hu Huan's room except that it is a little smaller.
Hu Huan fell on the bed. He did not expect that Xiao Jianseng's addiction to playing games was even greater than his own. After playing with Xiao Jianseng for several hours, he was already exhausted.
Either I am physically exhausted, or I am mentally exhausted!
Anyway, this was the first time that Hu Huan felt tired of playing a game.
It's not that the game isn't fun, it's just that you're too immersed in it and your energy level can't keep up with your consumption.
Perhaps the excitement was a little too much. Although he was sleepy and fell on the bed, Hu Huan couldn't fall asleep for a while. He tossed and turned for a while, couldn't help but recite a spell, and then disappeared on the bed.
When he sat on the antique sofa again, he cheered up slightly and touched the table, but did not touch the four cards on the oak desk.
Hu Huan looked at the desk in front of him, and suddenly felt a little strange. He had come in more than once. Although there were various reasons, including being attracted by the huge bookshelf opposite, he only thought of opening the drawer once.
This thing is not very normal.
"Why didn't I think of opening all the drawers and taking a look the first few times I came in?"
"At that time, I couldn't stay too far away from my desk, but I didn't even think of searching for the desk in front of me. What's the reason?"
Countless thoughts popped up in Hu Huan's mind, but he couldn't help but reach out to a drawer.
This oak desk has two drawers on the side facing the owner. One of them contains a black wooden box inlaid with silver wire. There are now twenty-seven more Air-Breaking Insect cards.
There are two rows of drawers on both sides, with ten drawers on each side. This desk has the most old-school design, which is different from the executive desks and boss desks that are popular in the West.
Hu Huan pulled gently, and one of the two drawers facing the owner was opened. To Hu Huan's disappointment, there was no treasure inside, but it was filled with dense letters.
In the entire drawer, there were about one or two hundred letters, neatly folded and very regular.
Hu Huan flipped through it casually and found that these letters were divided into two parts. One part came from many people, and the other part came from one person. From the signature to the handwriting, it showed that the owner of this batch of letters was a woman.
Hu Huan casually opened a letter. The letter was very short, only one page.
It starts with——
Dear Huan:
I listened to your suggestion and combined it with classical meditation techniques to try to condense the Snake Demon Crown successfully. I am one step closer to creating a new spell system.
If one day I can restore the glory of the classical magic sect, I will definitely have half of your credit.
Recently, I got a gap in time and prepared to build a magic academy away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Huan, I need your help, I long for you to come to me, touch my body, kiss my lips...
What follows is a long paragraph of disgusting and indescribable words, which shows that this is a love letter, and the person who wrote the love letter is also a female magician.
At the end of this letter, it was Melanie Laurent.
Moreover, the signature was in French and Chinese, and each signed his or her name. Of course, the letter was written in Chinese characters, otherwise Hu Huan would not be able to understand it given his level of education.
He is not a genius proficient in several languages.
"This joy..."
"It's quite scumbag!"
"He obviously deceived this French magician girl."
Hu Huan muttered, put the letter back in the drawer, and replaced it with another one. This one was still from Melanie Laurent.
There was still endless lingering in it, and only a few lines of keywords caught Hu Huan's attention.
At the end of the letter, the female magician said sincerely: "I don't know why you trust that person, but the fetishism he created has huge flaws. You must not indulge in it."
"If you are willing, I can teach you classical magic. With the wisdom of you and me, we can definitely revitalize classical magic and become the most dazzling existence in the world, standing at the apex of all power."
This time, the signature at the end of the letter was "Little Roland, I love you" and left a fragrant big red lip mark. Although I don't know how many years have passed, there is still a faint fragrance floating on the letter.
Hu Huan was like reading a novel written by a certain amphibian who is known as the top of unfinished online novels, with a wonderful beginning, letter after letter, and the more he read, the more he enjoyed it.
But the more he looked at the back, the more frightened Hu Huan became. This lady named Melanie Laurent was not a docile little lamb. According to the information revealed in the letter, she controlled the wind and rain in Europe, and her power was almost unimaginable.
The magic academy he built with his own hands was full of talented people, and they even fought fiercely with the secret organization in his memory fragments, which turned the world upside down.
The last letter about this lady was in January 1978, and contained only two short lines.
"farewell!"
"joyous."
The signature is still in Chinese and French. In Chinese, I use the word "little rose eager for your hug", in French...
All right!
Hu Huan didn't know French and didn't know what the string of letters meant.
Although he only saw letters from the lady, it seemed like he had experienced the ups and downs of a relationship between two lovers who loved each other but could not be together.
Even though that Huan Huan seemed a bit "abnormal," as an audience member, he still held the thought that maybe the two of them could be together in the end.
Of course, reading the last letter was as disappointing as reading a novel that had a wonderful beginning by someone who is known as the best online writer.
"When I have the opportunity, I will go to France, visit this lady, and return these letters to her."
"never mind!"
"Going abroad these days is not something someone from a family like mine can handle."
Hu Huan was a little sad. He actually had a not-so-good guess, which was that the lady was probably dead.
As a boy who is not very meticulous, Hu Huan did not realize that this lady's letters spanned a full 268 years from 1719 to the last letter written in 1987.
After putting down the stack of letters, Hu Huan suddenly felt something bad. He had been here for several hours, and it was probably not dawn by now.