After a few more moments, she reached out and grabbed the doorknob tremblingly, but did not have the courage to push it away.

It's scary! Gerlan must be in there! Yes...... She really can't forget what happened yesterday! She actually disliked the teacher's taste when she was watching the clouds in the cable car! She's so afraid that Jilan will retaliate now...... For example, making it difficult for her in class or something!

I'm sorry teacher, I had a brain pump yesterday, please don't mind!

- Such an explanation is so weak that even she can't convince herself!

With a sad face, Archhumia pushed open the door of the classroom with a deathly expression, and then a faint scent of plants enveloped her.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the classroom in front of her.

The classroom was nothing like she had imagined, with no serious coats of arms carved on the walls, no ornamentation around it, no chairs on a staircase, and no tall podium.

The décor of the room in front of me is completely contrary to the word teaching, and it is more of someone's secret base than a classroom—there are flower stands scattered around it, and beautiful and delicate flower pots are placed on the flower stands, but these flower pots are not planted with flowers, but with flourishing greenery. These plants grow unfettered in their natural state, and the unpruned plants present a messy and vigorous posture, supporting a lush greenery.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with green vines, and the light shines through the transparent glass, making the space appear bright and spacious. Sunlight follows the curved outline of the vines, casting an intricately wound layer of lead-gray patterns on the ground.

The roof is triangular, and there is a row of skylights between the sloping walls at the top, and the wooden frame of the skylight is hooked with small gold wires, and the lower end of the line segment is connected to round flower balls, which are different in size and height, and the flowers that bloom are also different, but they bloom with the same beauty.

Are these flowers and plants all grown in gelion?

Well...... Speaking of Mulberry, that guy doesn't seem to be here! He's not her teacher, he won't "skip class" like yesterday!

Remembering yesterday's experience and her stupid behavior, Arshumia was immediately deflated again, and she puffed out her cheeks, and her slightly baby-fat little face looked particularly cute in the bright light.

"Ahhhh Sorry I overslept! Just thinking about the matter of Jilan, Jilan's voice immediately appeared in his ears.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Ashumia looked out of the door, only to see Geran running anxiously in her fluffy bear pajamas.

"...... Archium" Archumia took a deep breath and greeted Archery with a smile, but before she could finish saying hello, her tone changed sharply, "Teacher? ”

I saw that Jilan rushed to the door, and when he was about to talk to her with a happy face, his steps were crooked, and his body fell straight forward. Suddenly, the smile on Alysan's face froze, and the serious face that Ashimia had managed to put on shattered with great difficulty.

This guy is actually flat, ground, and falling!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

With the screams of Azuran in his eyes, he flew over and hugged Archimia tightly.

His body was soft, with the smell of sunshine, Alshumia was caught off guard, and fell backwards with the impact of the Lan Sui, and between the tilt of the space, the red hair of the Jilan slid across Arshumia's cheeks, and in the next second, the magic was quietly released, and under the effect of magic, the sense of balance returned again.

Then, Ji Lan hugged the girl in front of her harder.