[(1)] Pierced in the heart, Lao Tie.

"Are you warheads all theoretically popular now? Listening to Shuer's words, Jolina asked.

Meaningful.

Acta seems to be a lover of theories - the next time she met Jolina was in the library.

Shul didn't hear anything wrong here, shook his head, and smiled: "Teresa's theory is very powerful." ”

Terrible...... It's really not convincing at all.

Jolina didn't pay much attention to this, but vaguely remembered that the Golden Finch often fought with the professor over this grade problem...... Uh, no, it's noisy.

"Where are you going tonight. Jolina raised her hand and poked Aktar's shoulder.

"Training for competitive competitions. Akta said.

“...... Alas, I have to go to training at night. Qiao Lina glanced at him with some resentment, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, which made Akta's heart tighten, but then, she turned her head and stuffed the meatballs in the fork into her mouth, her tone was vague and casual, "You can't win anyway, why waste this time." ”

Aketa: "......"

Although Akta may not be the weakest, it is a bit difficult to get a place in the competitive tournament.

"Shouldn't you be busy?" said Aktar, "free at night?"

"Yes, Miss Ben, the most important thing I am is 'empty'—" Jolina pouted, "I picked the work during the commemoration, so these things have nothing to do with me now." ”

But the so-called plan can't catch up with the change, and now she regrets it a little.

Akta let out an "oh", and there was nothing to say about the rest of the conversation.

"It's strange that Morrig would help write the plan because of Professor Tetina's status. Thinking of Morrig, Jolina still felt very dissatisfied, and her tone was very indifferent, "Tsk." ”

There are really not many people who can make Jolina feel dissatisfied.

"By the way, will Morrig still compete - I remember he used to be a warhead. Aktar asked after a pause.

...... Is that the point you're hearing from me?!

"Morrig?" Shure looked up from leaning over to talk to the Golden Finch, as if remembering something, "the son of the lord of Hammer?"

Jolina nodded.

"He was disqualified from participating in competitive competitions, which was inadvertently said by the professor who had come to me to talk about competitive competitions. Shure's words were somewhat surprising.

"Hey?" Jolina's eyes widened in surprise, and she continued, "That's a great congratulations, I'm going to bring him a basket of flowers to celebrate!"

You're afraid you'll be kicked out of the classroom by him......

"Instead of caring about other people, you're in business. The golden finch's voice sounded slowly.

Jolina was speechless for a moment—and so was Aktar.

How the hell did they go to great lengths to find things and then lose them?

Pierced in the heart, old iron.

[(2)] The professor is very self-aware

Library at night.

The higher the floor of the library, the more "professional" the collection of books - mostly books that no one cares about, playing their own soy sauce in the quiet floor, and the mottled animal head decoration on the walls is silent.

The occasional student who comes here can't make a splash.

The Goldfinch stood in the hallway outside the room, quietly looking down the spiral staircase—she was looking at a man, her eyes cold.

"Teresa-san?" she looked back and saw someone come out of the room near the library, a somewhat young-looking man, with silver hair, an elegant and indifferent appearance, and silver single-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose—he was wearing a black robe that belonged to the professor, and the sides of the robe were covered with silver laurel patterns.

The professor was one of the very few professors who agreed with some of the points made by the Golden Sparrow - oh, not with the Golden Finch's theory, but just "good-tempered", claiming not to discourage the students and not making similar critical remarks against the Golden Finch.

- Professor Anta, who just came to the Theory Department of Anlimon College this year to teach.

The Plantage glanced at him, "Good evening, Professor Anta. ”

"You've surprised me like that—let me dare to guess if you're looking for something about me?" Antar smiled, kind of "You don't usually pay attention to me. ”

"The professor is very self-aware, and I don't sell it anymore. "I want to ask someone." ”

[(3)] On wasting time

The goldfinch returned to her original room, and the dim light enveloped her, giving her an inexplicable sense of oldness - slowly raising her head, a figure fell into her eyes.

Shul sat at the desk and wrote, his expression focused, his temperament extremely calm in the light of this light, as if nothing could disturb him.

Occasionally, I would frown before continuing to write.

The Plantfinch looked at him, not moving, with a golden glow in his eyes.

Shure seemed to sense something, and when he turned his head to look at the goldfinch, the goldfinch was still leaning against the door.

He smiled at her, and the light seemed to have a temperature: "Teresa." ”

The beautiful and delicious - the golden finch came back from the trance, it was rare to have this feeling, and walked towards him, but stopped because Shuer subconsciously stretched out his hand, and met him with a somewhat expectant expression, she was stunned for a moment, understood, but said: "My hands are very cold." ”

Shur blinked when he heard this, but instead reached out and took her hand.

Cold hands – because it's cold around you, but it's ...... at this time

The Plantagenet looked at him and finally sighed.

"That's right – I'm done. Shul remembered something and handed her what he had written.

Written to her, the Plantagenet was stunned—she hadn't asked Shull why he was here tonight—and she didn't know why she had suddenly studied those theories.

But it's already very infuriating - the theory is fast, and the theory is still on the high floor, and no one cares about it at this time!

Goldfinch took it and glanced at it: "You helped me rewrite the plan?!"

The voice couldn't help but be surprised, even shocked-

Not only because of the plan he helped write, but also ......

"I think Teresa probably wrote that. Shul said slowly, touching his hair, as if he was a little worried that what he had written would not satisfy the Plantagen.

Because it was indeed the first time that the golden finch had shown such a shocked expression.

"Sure enough...... Terrible talent...... Waste your time on these things—" Goldfinch exhaled, his expression flattened again, as if he didn't know how to express his emotions, and whispered.

"No. Shuer interrupted her, and there was a hint of seriousness in his expression, "As long as it's something related to the goldfinch, it won't be a waste of time." ”

“......”

The goldfinch was silent, and there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

I always feel that there is something to overflow from my heart.

She......