[Is it okay to make a friend?] ]

After Zhu Biao finished writing this sentence, he withdrew his hand with some trepidation, and his eyes did not dare to move slightly to stare at Xu Yan's expression.

He thought he would refuse, accept it at best, or he might not be able to distinguish what he was writing, and then he would have to slow down and write again......

But he didn't expect Xu Yan's reaction - it was no reaction.

Xu Yan stood quietly in front of him, tilting his head sideways, his right cheek was only a little faint distance from the tip of his nose as a hair's hair, and as the two of them breathed, Xu Yan's cheek touched the tip of Zhu Biao's nose from time to time, touching it slightly, and they separated before they could feel anything.

The hot breath he exhaled had no choice but to spray onto Xu Yan's right cheek, baking his cold jade-like skin redder and warmer, finally like a real person.

Twenty-five seconds, Zhu Biao counted in his heart, after he finished writing the last word, the two maintained the same posture for a period of time, he patiently waited for Xu Yan to react, and suddenly felt like a human who launched the "Philae" lander for the first time to try to detect the comet, I don't know if it can successfully land, even if it is lucky enough to land, I don't know what it has returned.

He was thinking wildly, and Xu Yan moved without warning.

With a strange sound that made people clench his teeth, he pulled out the long stick nailed to Zhu Biao's right ear with his left hand, and put it in his hand.

Xu Yan didn't stop him, nor did he make a sound, he turned around smoothly, as if there was no Zhu Biao in the room, his footsteps were gentle, and he calmly walked through the narrow corridor between the bookshelves and returned to the wide bookcase.

Zhu Biao looked at his back through the heavy bookshelves, and he never turned his head again.

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The attempt to make a second friend in Daming is considered ...... Failed, right?

Zhu Biao was depressed for a while and then cheered up, whether it was Bai Changqi or Xu Yan, they refused to ask him to be their own loss, thinking about how popular Zhu Xiaodi in the second and third classes of high school was in school, he didn't believe that he couldn't make friends after crossing, or Guo Dalu had a vision!

Well, there seems to be something wrong with this sentence......

packed up their luggage, waited for Guo Dalu and Xu Tianshou to say goodbye, and under the watchful eyes of the twins, the two were inexplicably weak and stepped out of Xu's house with the same hands and feet.

"Bang", the door was thrown behind Zhu Biao, Guo Dalu turned around, the two teenagers glanced at each other, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Why do your relatives hate us going out?" Zhu Biao couldn't figure it out, "If you feel that the guests are in the way, shouldn't you expect us to be outside every day?" ”

Guo Dalu smiled bitterly, and couldn't make up a reason.

"Forget it." Zhu Biao was not difficult for him, "Hurry up and find the school, if you can provide a dormitory, you come to live with me, don't go back to your uncle's house." ”

Guo Dalu nodded and reminded him: "Flying saucers run every five minutes." ”

The two of them rushed to the station before the countdown three seconds, and three seconds later, a metallic hexagonal flying saucer fell from the sky on time, dragging behind them the silvery-white afterimage of high-speed flight.

Zhu Biao couldn't help but think of the silver-white metallic long stick, and then thought of the owner of the stick.

He turned around and looked back at the time he boarded the flying saucer, and the road was lush, and there were small mushroom houses scattered in the woods on both sides, but he couldn't tell which one belonged to the Xu family and which was Xu Yan's home.

The saucer slowly rose into the air, turning into streamers in mid-air, and the trees on either side of the road rustled and reluctantly dropped a few leaves.

In the distance, inside a mushroom house with an antique clock hanging at the door, in a study room without even a window, Xu Yan sat behind the bookcase, and the huge bookcase with a width of two meters made him look thinner and thinner.

There was no natural light in the room, and he didn't turn on the desk lamp, and the faint light from somewhere soaked the water waves into every corner, and the dust surged silently.

He sat quietly, with a notebook spread out on the desk, dated a year and three months ago, next to which were bookmarks, pens, pencils, erasers, and correction fluids, evenly spaced from each other, neatly arranged in order of length.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Yan raised his left hand, paused in the air, changed to his right hand, and slowly stroked the spread out notes.

The handwriting on it was not Braille, and he carefully rubbed it word by word, but he seemed to be able to read the meaning of each word with his fingertips.

Because for one year and three months, he has been reminiscing from time to time, and he can't forget his last real record if he wants to.

Real yàn name: spatial transfer

Purpose: To use space magic to achieve the transfer of matter between two fixed positions

Object: Magical items, humans with elven blood

Real yàn steps: omitted

Result: An unexplained explosion occurred, the subject and one of the presiding personnel went missing, and another person suffered a magical backlash, losing his magical talents, and permanently impairing his vision and hearing.

His long, white and slender fingers moved up and down the paper, steadily down line by line, until the last line, and the handwriting changed, no longer the slender pen words, but the round, full color pen of another person.

Xu Yan's fingers caressed the big red handwriting that seemed to have been stripped of muscles and bones, polished out of character, round and cute, the speed became slower and slower, slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Underneath his fingertips was the word "Fu", "Fu" for "losing magical talents".

The index finger tapped on the paper, and Xu Yan raised his head quietly, as if he was thinking, and as if he was concentrating on something.

I don't know how long it was, but he opened his mouth, and his lips, which were pale because of his pale skin, moved silently, and he spat out a word.

"Fireball."

With a faint sound, a reddish fireball floated above his head, barely spun around twice, and exploded beyond his heart, scattering into thousands of rain of fire, dissipating into the air before it could touch his jade-white cheeks.

The depths of the dimly lit study suddenly brightened and quickly darkened.

The fireball only existed for two seconds, but it still existed, and as long as it did, it revealed some truths that were completely different from the conclusions in the actual record book.

He hadn't lost his magical talent, it had returned, and a year and three months later, it had finally broken through the obstacles and brought a little nourishment to his mana-dried body.

This is a new beginning, there is still a long way to go before it is completely restored, but as long as there is a beginning, there is hope, and he no longer has to live in indefinite despair.

Xu Yan clenched his fists tightly, trembling involuntarily everywhere in his body, he wanted to jump up and laugh wildly, and he wanted to cry out from the bottom of his heart, so that the tears washed away the haze that had accumulated in his throat and blocked him to suffocate.

Finally he did nothing, his trimmed nails digging into the flesh, he pursed his lips, and this time, exhaled.

"Zhu Biao."

The primer who brought him hope, the most important person.

Zhu Biao.