Since Ling Xiao became a first-order magician, even the usually fiery teaching director Zhu Si. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Rong also suddenly lost his temper. According to the school's reward and punishment system, students who successfully condense a magical cyclone within the first month of school will be rewarded with ten gold coins, and students who successfully break through to the wizard realm within half a year will be rewarded with fifty gold coins. Since the establishment of the Royal Junior Academy of Magic, although there are occasionally genius students who can get this rich reward, but Ling Xiao is still the first person to get two honors at the same time.

Weighing the bag containing a full sixty gold coins, Ling Xiao laughed happily. Of course, not only because the money belonged to him completely, but also because the school granted him a full year of vacation, and although he could not leave the school to go home during the holidays, he did not have to go to the classroom every day to meditate like the other students in the class. In the first year of the Junior Magic Academy, all the energy of the students will only be used for one thing, and that is to condense the magic cyclone and impact the realm of the first-order magician. Because Ling Xiao had successfully advanced to the first order of magician, this year's course was not of much use to him, so the school simply gave him a year's vacation like a boat, so that he could plan his own time and do some things he wanted.

In fact, what Ling Xiao didn't know was that about his vacation this year, the senior management of the academy had a heated discussion together. At that time, most people did not support giving him a year's vacation, for fear that he would waste his talent and delay his future because of relaxation. It wasn't until the dean, who had been sitting in the first place, said a word that Ling Xiao's year's vacation could pass smoothly.

"Teacher Rong, I don't have much use for keeping these gold coins, I'll just keep ten gold coins, and the rest, can you help me send them to my parents?" Ling Xiao looked at these glittering gold coins, and suddenly thought of his parents who were working hard in that hometown, so he decided to let Zhu Si. Rong sent the gold coins to his parents. "Oh, Teacher Rong, there is also a letter from me and my sister to my family, you can send it for me together, Mom and Dad will be worried about us if they can't receive our letter." As he spoke, Ling Xiao took out a small letter from under the pillow at the head of the bed. On the letterhead, two handwritings are intertwined, and the crooked small characters look rather strange. But Zhu Si. Rong couldn't laugh, because he had already found a few water-stained marks on this little piece of letterhead, and the two children must have secretly cried in the dead of night.

As if sensing that the teaching director was looking at the water stains on the letterhead, Ling Xiao's face couldn't help but turn red, but fortunately, Zhu Si. Rong didn't say anything, just gently rubbed Ling Xiao's head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the teacher will definitely help you send things to your parents, you have to study hard, you can't live up to your parents' expectations of you, you know?"

"Well, don't worry, Teacher Rong, my sister and I will definitely work hard!"

A smile of relief came from Zhu Si. Rong's always serious face appeared, and he found that since he met Ling Xiao, he had been smiling a lot more than before.

At this time, Zhu Si. Rong couldn't help but think of what the dean said at the meeting a few days ago, "Those who are favored by God have their own blessings, and too many obstacles will only backfire." Looking at Ling Xiao, who was still a little excited, he thought, maybe what the dean said was right.

It seems to think of the dean, Zhu Si. Rong suddenly remembered that he had come with a mission. The dean asked himself to invite Ling Xiao over, but he patronized and talked to Ling Xiao, but forgot about the business.

Stunned as he watched the teaching director come and go in a hurry, Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly. Fortunately, the place where I fainted last time was where the dean stayed, otherwise, I guess I would have to ask others where the dean was.

When he came to the door of the quiet courtyard in the depths of the academy, a faint worry appeared in Ling Xiao's heart. After all, it is the most authoritative person in an academy, and if he suddenly called himself over, could it be that he made some mistakes.

For a while, countless thoughts appeared in Ling Xiao's heart, and he thought about whether he had done anything wrong in the past few days when he came to school. But other than the last time I was unexpectedly late, I didn't seem to have done anything wrong, and it seems that I did a lot of good things.

"Why do you stay outside all the time? Come in, I'm not a Longtan tiger's den here, what don't you dare to enter? ”

Just as Ling Xiao was thinking about whether he had done anything wrong, a voice full of kindness and love sounded in his mind. Ling Xiao was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his head to look around him, but in his eyes, Mizuki was still there, but there was no figure at all.

A trace of cold sweat soaked out of Ling Xiao's forehead, and he kept telling himself in his heart that there were no ghosts in this world, there were no ghosts in this world, and he must have hallucinated.

As if he heard the voice in Ling Xiao's heart, a chuckle came from the hut in the depths of the courtyard: "Silly boy, I was communicating with you with my soul power just now, so you didn't hear my voice." Alright, now come here, I'm in that little room inside. For some reason, when this voice came, it immediately eliminated all the apprehension and anxiety in Ling Xiao's heart. Looking at the house in the depths of the courtyard, Ling Xiao walked towards it boldly and confidently.

The lake is rippling, the grass is soft, the butterflies are in love with the flowers, and the breeze is still there. In the quiet and silent courtyard, with the sound of footsteps, all the tidbits that were originally fluttering in the air flew to Ling Xiao's side, and a faint intoxicating fragrance of flowers quietly penetrated into Ling Xiao's small body.

It seemed like time was passing, and it was like space was changing, that short path, but Ling Xiao walked for a long time, a long time, so long that he had a dream, and dreamed that he came to the sea.

Although he had never seen the sea, Ling Xiao knew that this was the sea, a magnificent sea. In the distance, the sea and the sky meet, the water and the sky are the same color, and the waves slowly surging from the unreachable horizon, lapping on the beach, leaving a lot of indistinct white foam. The sun is shining and a dreamy feeling envelops this small sandy beach.

Poof, poof, just as Ling Xiao was attracted by the sea in front of him, a slight vibration came from his feet. He looked down and saw a fish trapped in a small puddle, but the water in the sand pit was about to be evaporated by the scorching sun.

As if moved by compassion, and as if moved by the survival eyes of the fish in the small puddle, Ling Xiao carefully picked up the small fish, and said to it softly, Xiaoyu, don't run to the beach so naughty in the future, otherwise next time, no one will save you. After speaking, Ling Xiao threw it hard and threw the fish into the turbulent sea not far away. Watching the fish swim away quickly as soon as they swung their tails in the water, Ling Xiao's heart was full of happiness, an indescribable happiness, slowly rising from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, Ling Xiao, who was playing on the beach, saw a fish trapped on the beach again, and then picked it up without hesitation and threw it into the sea. One, two, three... After a while, Ling Xiao picked up dozens of fish trapped on the beach, he looked at the vast coastline, and thought to himself, such a big beach, there must be a lot of fish trapped, I must speed up and throw them all into the sea.

In this way, Ling Xiao began his great business of picking fish. One, two, three... One hundred, two hundred... Slowly, the sun set over the mountain, and a bright moon hung over the silent night sky.

The moonlight is like water, and the spilled light illuminates the dark night sky, and on the beach, under the silver-white moonlight, a young body is tirelessly repeating the action of picking up and throwing. In his hands, I don't know how many endangered and dying fish have gained life. Maybe it's a hundred, maybe it's two hundred, maybe it's a thousand, or maybe no one can figure out how many.

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