The two of them clasped each other's hands and paused in the air.

Archhumia looked at Jie Lan with a stiff smile, and her voice was full of uncertainty in her voice, "Teacher, I always feel that I heard some strange sounds, is it my delusion......?" ”

Jie Lan shook his head, he took Ashumia's hand tightly, and squeezed her fingers as if comfortingly, "It's not an illusion, but it's okay, I'll stay by your side." ”

The voices coming from under the podium continued, not only did not abate, but seemed to be intensifying.

It's a very warm palm, but the touch it brings seems to be cool. She clearly knew that the most important thing at the moment was the podium that made strange noises, but her heart was inexplicably panicked about other things.

For what else?

Archhumia didn't know, but apparently not because of the shyness of holding hands. Before the incident, she was already holding hands with Jilan to celebrate.

This unknown and sudden emotion left the six gods of Ashumia without a master, but Geran was still looking at her.

In response to Ara's gaze, Ashuremia's answer could almost be described as panicked, "Okay, okay." Teacher. ”

"Boom—"

Before Archumia's words could be completely settled, the voice under the podium suddenly raised a pitch, like thunder and lightning suddenly falling, dull and terrifying.

The loud sound was like a catalyst, and as it buzzed and shrill aftermath, fear and panic abruptly blended. Her heart contracted suddenly, and Ashhumia subconsciously shook Azure's hand.

She lowered her eyes and quietly felt the warmth brought by the contact of her skin.

After a while, he took her hand and protected her behind him. He slowly pointed his gaze to the podium that kept making strange noises, and his delicate little face had long since lost his previous smile, but what appeared on his face was not serious, just expressionless.

He didn't seem to be afraid, or even contemptuous, of the terrible, grotesque pulpit.

The "boom" under the podium grew louder and louder, as if something was approaching, and when the sound reached its highest point, the podium trembled violently, and then a cloud of white flowers poured out of it.

Arshumia was also frightened, and she was frightened, and she took Rylan's hand and ran out of the classroom. At that moment, a black and white object flew out of the white mass and struck straight at Achumia's head.

"Mia!" Zaran exclaimed, reaching out to intercept the flying thing, but he took a step slower, and the black and white thing flew past his hand and slammed into Archumia, who had not yet reacted beside him.

Arshumia was knocked on the ground, and her forehead immediately turned red, and she subconsciously let go of the hand she was holding with Jilan, and staggered back a few steps before she could stand firm again. She didn't even have time to rub the wound, she wanted Jilan to reach out and pull him to escape, but the thing that suddenly flew out before seemed to lose its life after attacking her, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the voice, I saw a thin book lying on the ground, the black that had blurred in the air before was the cover of the book, and the white one was the page, could it be ...... What just attacked her was the book in front of her?

Ashumia hurriedly looked up, only to see hundreds of books floating high and low in the classroom.

The books didn't fly, they didn't move, they didn't show any aggressiveness, they just hung sluggishly, which was a sign that the hovering magic had been cast.

Knowing that those suspended in the air were not terrible monsters, and that it was only non-offensive levitation magic that made the books levitate, Arshumia couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

She reached for the book that was suspended above her head, and the book was taken down from the air by her very obediently, but as soon as she let go, the book immediately levitated back to its position without cooperation.

A sharp pain came from the place where she had been hit on her forehead, and Archhumia gasped, looking at the book suspended in the air, and she suddenly understood something.

"Teacher, is it my magic ...... just now," she asked in a low voice.

Jie Lan looked at Archiumia, his golden pupils were bent into crescent moons, he spoke at an unfast speed, his tone was smooth and soft, although it was a soft and childish voice, but it had the power to reassure, "Mia, don't think nonsense,"