Andre Field suddenly received a notice from Mage Tower today, asking him to change dormitories.
"Can I refuse?" he asked. "I would rather jump from the top of the mage tower than have to carry my luggage again. It will simply kill me."
"Sorry, Mr. Field, this is an arrangement from the Master of the Wizard Tower, His Excellency Merlins," Philip, the magic apprentice in charge of doing chores, replied with a smile, "But I believe that you will be very satisfied with your new room.
of."
"Why?" Andre felt a little confused.
"Guess who your new roommate is?" Upon hearing his words, the magic apprentice Philip showed a profiteer-like smile on his face.
"It can't be Alan York!"
Andre never liked people saying "guess" to him, because he hated using his brain on such boring things.
So, with a perfunctory attitude, he simply gave the most impossible answer, hoping that Phillip would say something quickly and not keep it secret.
At this time, Philip pretended to applaud and announced the answer with a smile:
"Congratulations, you answered correctly!"
"What?"
"I said, congratulations, your new roommate is Alan York."
As soon as he finished speaking, Philip smiled and turned to leave.
Andre stood there blankly, motionless.
Unknowingly, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, and the brand new key in his hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground with a pop.
Under the candlelight, the words "601" on the key sparkled.
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Andre was once a student at Cambridge University. A few weeks ago, he passed the assessment of the Mage Tower and became a new student of the Mage Tower.
He was in the same class as Alan York. Before that, he had heard various rumors about Alan.
An extremely wealthy family background, a magical talent that far exceeds that of ordinary people, the favor of legendary wizards and alchemist masters, the title of "Planner Pioneer"...
Like many students from the Master Tower, Andre was envious, admired, and looked forward to this legendary student of his class.
It can be said that Alan York has his ideal life.
Andre had considered countless times whether he could become friends with Allen.
However, every time he walked to Allen, the courage he had finally accumulated would be worn away by his inferiority complex; the steps he finally took would involuntarily shrink back.
After all, in his impression, Allen's friends are either "children of light" like Howard who have established a connection with the Morning Star, or they are aristocratic girls like Selena who have good looks, talents, and well-established families. Compared with them,
Andre is just too ordinary.
He thought that he might never have a chance to say a word to Allen in his entire life.
Because of this, when he got this notice today, his mind was almost blank.
"This...this is unbelievable!"
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It took Andre two hours to pack his luggage, and then he started climbing the stairs with difficulty, carrying a heavy box.
In the process, his former roommate pretended to be making a fuss, calling Andre a "heartless guy who loves the new and hates the old"; but when this guy heard that Andre's new roommate was Alan York, he immediately
He changed his attitude, grabbed Andre's arm, and begged Andre to get Alan York's autograph for him.
"Okay, okay, I promise you!"
Andre was so fed up with this bastard that he even wanted to kick him away.
After hearing this, the bastard finally left with a smile on his face.
A few minutes later, Andre finally stood outside the door of dormitory 601.
He stared at the door handle, hesitated for a moment, took the key out of his pocket, and then put it back.
In the end, he just knocked on the door lightly. He felt that when meeting his idol for the first time, he should leave a good impression of being polite and well-educated.
There was a brilliant flash of magical light, and then the door opened on its own.
Andre picked up his luggage and walked in carefully.
The room was silent, except for the occasional sound coming from the kitchen. Allen must have been busy in the kitchen at this time.
Andre had no intention of disturbing him.
He put the box aside and sat on the sofa. While relaxing his sore muscles, he looked at the surrounding environment curiously and thought about how to talk to Allen later without being embarrassed.
At this moment, some pieces of scrap paper on the coffee table caught his eye.
"Is this Allen's magic note?" Andre guessed in his mind.
With curiosity, he leaned his head over and vaguely saw this line of words:
"...The key to the problem is how to implant an idea in her subconscious without being noticed..."
"What is this?" Andre frowned slightly. In his impression, this sentence did not belong to any known magical field.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to open those pieces of paper and explore what was inside. After all, Alan York was the founder of spiritual magic, so maybe there was brand-new magic knowledge written on these pieces of paper.
However, when this idea came to his mind, a bright flame burst out and burned all the papers on the table to ashes.
Andre shuddered and suddenly retracted his hand.
At this time, he raised his head and saw Alan York appearing in front of him like a ghost.
"Sorry, I didn't scare you just now," Allen apologized politely, with an impeccable smile on his handsome face. "In order to prevent my diary from being peeked, I cast a self-immolation spell on it. If you
you"
"I'm fine," Andrei interrupted him and said hurriedly, "I'm the one who should say 'I'm sorry'. I shouldn't read your diary without your permission."
Allen smiled: "I blame me for not making it clear in advance."
This topic ends here.
But Andre felt a little regretful in his heart: "It turned out to be just a diary! I thought it was some kind of difficult magic!"
At the same time, he also noticed that Allen was holding a plate in his hand, and there was a burnt sandwich on the plate. From a distance, he could smell the batter of the sandwich.
Seemingly noticing Andre's strange gaze, Allen pointed at the sandwich and laughed at himself:
"I missed the breakfast time in the mage tower today, so I had to cook it myself. My poor cooking skills made you laugh."
Andre wanted to say "I can help," but when he thought that his cooking skills were not as good as the other's, he didn't dare to say anything.
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ps: I finally finished my defense for becoming a full-time student, so I can write a little more words. Please help me find out how many chapters I owe, and try to make up for it next month.