Summer is coming quietly, the wind blowing in from the window is hot, and the campus classroom at noon is very quiet. Outside the window www.biquge.info the row of shaded incense trees in the playground looked listless under the scorching sun, and the birds and finches hid in the shade and refused to come out.

I was on the desk in the classroom, not wanting to move, I had only taken a shower in the morning, and at this time I felt slimy again, and I lazily turned my head to look at the ice cubes in the bucket on the side, and sure enough, it had all melted.

The fat man sat right behind me, and by this time a fine sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, and he picked up the kettle on the desk, gulped down half a bottle of cold water, and came to my side with the large kettle. The fat man sweats almost all the time, and his body is always wet, so that there is inevitably a sour smell on his body, although it is very light, but it still makes me a little unbearable.

I turned my head and shouted, "Bobby...... Haven't you been hot enough to get past a little bit?"

"Jia, okay, get me two more pieces of ice, this damn weather, after drinking a stomach full of water, I can raise fish in my stomach, but it's still hot!" Bobby laughed, his eyes narrowed into two thin slits, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, which flowed down his face from time to time.

I sat up straight and complained in my heart: after learning magic, people become more and more delicate, and I didn't feel how hot it was in those summers before, but now that I have learned water magic, I feel that this heat is very difficult. The warm wind blowing in through the window was unbearable.

The other day, I had just learned the 'Ice Shield Technique' in the library, and I discovered another wonderful use of this ice magic: making ice cubes!

The 'Ice Shield' magic pattern circle I mastered is not so proficient, in the process of gathering water to form, the lines of the magic pattern are always not smooth enough, so that the condensed water ball is always like a square brick, without the appearance of a shield, in the process of practicing the 'Ice Shield' magic, I found that these ice shields are actually ice cubes condensed with magic power, and they are packed in wooden barrels, which are also very good for cooling off.

When I first learned the 'Ice Shield Technique', I used the 'Ice Shield Technique' ten times in a row, and I only succeeded once or twice. And now, my 'Ice Shield' spell has a success rate of three casts, and I will succeed almost once.

Bobby was surprised to see a one-foot-square round block of ice between my hands and was speechless.

It wasn't until I threw this cold and piercing "ice shield" into the wooden bucket that he reacted and screamed loudly: "Don't! Why don't you let me knock down two water bottles and throw them into the basin like this, how can I drink them!"

The magic glow on the tips of my fingers didn't stop, and I continued to chant the familiar incantation that I had said hundreds of times, and a piece of ice in the shape of an iris shield condensed in the air again, and I took it in my hand before the ice shield fell on the table.

I feel like I've improved a lot from yesterday with these two controls, and as I become more familiar with the magic pattern circle and spells, I've been able to have enough time to manipulate the water elementals in the air to form the form I want in the process of concentrating the water. I love the subtle rhythm between drawing a magic circle and chanting a magic spell, and it's a subtle and indescribable feeling that requires the mage to do both things.

"Jia, your ice shield skills are finally looking like this!" said Fat Bobby with a smile and compliments on me. He didn't dare to delay at all, he directly picked up such a large piece of ice and ran out of the classroom like a whirlwind.

My own ball was messed up by the magic phonograph and fire magic apprentice Abigail, and while it made me famous overnight at the War College, it wasn't a great night.

But the night of the prom belonging to the fat Bobby has been on his lips with relish for the past few days, and he has always bragged to me these days about how he met a senior sister who is in good shape and appearance at the prom, and he even had the courage to invite that senior sister to dance at the prom.

Recently, I've heard him always mention this beautiful senior sister, and I guess that if you can make the fat Bobby wait for the scorching sun to run out, it must be to send ice to the senior sister of the Warrior Academy.

I kind of regret that I didn't go to the music class in the auditorium with Ying Li at noon, and today is the day of their orchestra rehearsal. As soon as the fat Bobby ran out, I found that there were only a few students left in the classroom that I didn't know very well, and they belonged to the kind of people who could seize all their spare time to meditate and treat meditation as a rest.

In the entire classroom, I was the only one who seemed to be lying lazily on my desk, and on the desk in front of me was a magic book in the ancient elf language. On the first page, I saw the tadpole-shaped words, arranged crookedly, without any beauty in sight, but our ancient Elf teacher told us that Elf is the most beautiful text in the world.

Hey, maybe it's because our aesthetics are different!

Every day gets extra busy, and learning new magic is a lot of fun for me. But those troublesome old elven words almost tortured me to death, and the rap pronunciation made me feel like I wanted to cry without tears. I became famous almost overnight in the academy, especially since many of the senior brothers in the Demon Court would take advantage of my big class to see what I looked like outside the window. At this time, I was always worried that the Elf teacher would ask me to recite a poem in class. If these brothers see my embarrassment in elven language class, then what face do I have!

Looking at those boring tadpole texts, which kept swimming on the magic paper as if they had come to life in front of my eyes, made my heart very irritable, I took a deep breath, and simply closed the elven magic book, ignoring the jerky and difficult poems.

I secretly prayed to myself that in the afternoon ancient elf class, the teacher would not choose me to memorize the poem I learned yesterday!

I don't think it's going to be that much!, I thought to myself.

The magic vortex in my body is always easy to overflow the magic pool, so during the break between each class, I will be busy practicing the rusty ice shield technique repeatedly, and the condensed ice shield will be thrown into the large wooden barrel as a benefit to the class, so that the whole classroom will cool down. The frequent use of magic has not only allowed me to improve my control of the ice shield by leaps and bounds, but also the capacity of the magic pool has increased insanely.

Originally, I was a little worried that my unrestrained practice of using magic would make me look different from others. Recently, I discovered that several of our freshmen were taking time to practice their new magic, and like most freshmen, they usually found time to meditate in self-study classes, but the difference was that they always had enough mana for themselves to squander, and it seemed much more normal for me to be among the group.

However, their method of consuming mana is simpler than mine, they did not deliberately learn those complicated magics, but directly condensed the flame in the palm of their hand, and let the flame-like fire element burn in the palm of their hand until the mana is exhausted, and then repeatedly use the 'meditation technique', and I am the same.

At the party that night, Belica, the senior sister of the wind magic class, mentioned that among the new magic apprentices in our class, there was a genius boy with the talent of 'Molten Heart' fire magic, who had only been in school for less than a month, and he was shining in the magic academy, his name was Thomas.

If I hadn't heard about it at the party that night, I might not have paid attention to him until now, he was a very quiet little boy who always wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looked busy. Those who don't know him will think that he is an introverted boy, and only a few times will they understand why he has such a great talent for 'Molten Heart', and the reason is that there is a volcano hidden in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of his explosive personality that he has such a good talent, or because he has such a talent that gradually changes his personality and makes him easily irritable and irritable. Thomas looks like a fair-looking, introverted, shy boy. But the real thing is that he doesn't have a good temper, especially when he is seen as the new magic star of the academy, and his new beginnings are gradually inflated.

At the beginning of the school, because we often attended classes in a large classroom, even if we didn't know each other's names, we were able to greet each other politely when we met on the streets of El. His neighborhood is not too far from mine, and I always meet him in the afternoon after school. But later, I found out that he was always surrounded by different girls. Once, when we met him on the street, I greeted him, and he was like air, ignoring my existence, just chatting with the beautiful women around him and passing me by.

Since then, I knew that I could never be friends with him again, and at that time, I never understood what I had offended him, and now it seems that the problem is not with me, but with the fact that he feels superior to me and disdains to deal with me.

The girls around Thomas are always changing, and every day when the class is going to class, they are always only a few minutes ahead of the teachers, and there are always some magic apprentices trying to please him and give him the best position. But what I admire a little bit is that his grades in every subject are very good, which I am convinced, at least my ancient elf language is not as good as his.

When I once told him about Thomas's cultivation and speed, Bobby said disdainfully: Thomas is a magic genius in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, the reason why he enters the realm is only because every night, when others are sleeping, he meditates all night. Now it is rumored that Thomas is the best magic apprentice of our class, and if he wants to keep this halo on his head, he will have to work harder than others every day, and sooner or later, he will be exhausted to death by himself.

In the past month, I rarely meditated in the self-study class of the class, and I always went to the library with Ying Li. Bobby told me that in our class of freshmen, I couldn't do it in such an alternative way of learning, and many freshmen privately bet that if I continued like this, I would be able to stay in the magic academy for as long as I could, maybe not too long, and maybe I would be swept away by Mr. Heidi. Many people saw how bad Teacher Heidi's face was when she personally tested my magic power last time, and if I continued like this, maybe the next time I took the magic test, Teacher Heidi would curse.

But it was precisely such a me, who not only dodged Abigail's fireball technique head-on, but also directly overturned Abigail in the third-year fire magic class with a short-barreled shotgun made by a dwarven craftsman. Later, with the help of frost spells, he rescued Abigail from the unconscious in the sea of fire.

For a while, my fame grew.

One of the reasons: This is a typical battle between the freshmen of the magic class and the seniors of the senior class.

Reason 2: According to a magic teacher who did not want to be named, at the dance that night, I led two beautiful teachers from the Demon Court into the dance scene, one of which was the goddess Sophie in the hearts of all the boys on campus. (I'm afraid that's the real reason why I'm famous at the Academy of Magic.)

It's not enough for a freshman to counterattack the third-year seniors, and the pickle girl is also high-profile enough to find the famous female teaching assistants of the Academy of Magic, although they are the lowest-level teachers in the academy, but the social status they have is noble, and most importantly, the rhythm of the obvious drag on two, although the dance at that time was mixed up, but this is also a very hated thing.

In the afternoon, it was the ancient elf class, and during the lunch break, Ying Li and Helena's band were rehearsing in the music room, and I volunteered to take a seat in the big classroom, which was still early in the morning and there were only a few people in the big classroom. But for some reason, Thomas and two girls dressed in Warrior Academy costumes sat at the edge of the front row of the classroom and whispered.

Just when I was lying on the desk and thinking crankily, the door of the classroom was suddenly slammed open, Bobby fell in wet from outside the door, and sat on the wooden floor of the podium with an unstable center of gravity. Immediately, the fat Bobby's cry of pain also came.

"What are you doing, how can you kick him?" A beautiful woman rushed in from outside the door, like a red cloud, she ran very fast, but still did not hold the fat man's hand, and when she saw the fat man lying on the ground screaming, she scolded angrily behind her, even if the beauty spoke angrily, but her voice was still very sweet.

"I kicked him, that's to educate him for his parents! A magician dares to pester someone else's fiancée? He's a nobleman? What's wrong with a nobleman? Lao Tzu is also a nobleman, and Lao Tzu's whole family is a nobleman! How dare you protect him, if I don't beat him so that his parents don't know him, this matter won't be over!"

All eyes in the classroom were fixed on the door, not knowing who it was, and the tone of the conversation was so loud. (To be continued.) )