"Origami Origami ......" Pascal muttered, remembering that he had bought such a book from a second-hand book stall before, and seeing that he did not lean down under the bed to look for it on the table, he withdrew with a cry after a while, patting the cover of "Origami" and turning over the dust: "Paper cranes, paper towers, paper flowers, paper windmills......" while turning over and pondering how to exert its power, the paper tower can be used to seal, the paper flower can be used to confuse the opponent, as for the paper windmill...... By the way, it can also be folded into a centipede...... No, it's better to call it a dragon, paper dragon! Pascal remembered that his hometown was famous for paper kites, and every year in late spring, all kinds of paper kites competed with each other, and once saw a huge centipede shaking its head and tail in the sky, and the rest of the paper kites saw it and avoided it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Pascal pondered how to cast the paper dragon magic, maybe he could show his might in the mountain competition, Pascal imagined the appearance of the paper kite he saw at that time, folded the pages into a frame, and then butted them, as for the dragon's head, thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the image of the dragon head with angry eyes on the cover of "Origami", "It's you!" Stretched out his hand and pressed it out, pulling out the sticker, his palm overflowed with magic, and the decal was like a balloon bulging.

"What are you playing?" Russell walked in, rubbing his head.

"Nothing. Pascal put away his magic and put it in his sleeve.

"I heard that tomorrow Helen will dress up for the swan dance!"

"What?" Pascal's heart tightened, and it seemed that the word Helen was still like a thorn, and he could not ignore it.

"Don't you know?The day after tomorrow is the school anniversary.,Tomorrow the rehearsal Helen will dress up and perform the swan dance.,Except for one time when we first entered the school park.,I haven't seen it since!Alas,I guess I know that I'm going to leave the school after the draft.,I heard that she wants to go to Plato's school.。 ”

Pascal was stunned, he had just thought of the magic of paper, and planned to hone it tomorrow, when the news came out. If they miss tomorrow, they are afraid that they will never want to see that dancing in this life, but if they delay their cultivation for this reason, they will lose their martial arts skills in the mountains, and ruin the good future of this life, and there will be a panic in their hearts.

Russell continued: "We all plan to go over tomorrow to take a look, it doesn't matter if the school celebrates the day after tomorrow or not, anyway, there are only a few seats reserved for our F class in the auditorium, do you want to go?"

Pascal looked down and flipped the pages: "Don't go......"

This time it was Russell's turn to be stunned: "You are a bad man, you don't go to Helen's rehearsal, are you right about Helen?"

Pascal smiled bitterly: "If you want to gain, you must lose." ”

"It's up to you, I heard that Stephen bought another mobile phone, so go and see the photos when the time comes!"

Pascal stopped talking, and turned the pages of the book with peace of mind, wishing to bury the whole person in it, and no longer think about Helen. A long, long time ago, when Pascal read a book, he felt like he was buried in a pile of books, and he needed to read them one by one before he could get out of his body little by little. "How much do I pay for you!" Pascal sighed as he touched the page.

Early the next morning, Pascal was awakened by a knock at the door, and Rabelais came over and tore Russell: "You slacker don't get up quickly and grab a seat, if you go late, there will be no land!"

"You're all up, pigs?"

"I'm all up with the pigs, Fulton, they're already on their way!"

Russell jumped from the bed to the ground with a carp, and as soon as he grabbed his clothes, Rabelais pulled him and ran: "What clothes to wear, go to the auditorium and put them on slowly." ”

"How can it be done, brother is a person of status and status, the mysterious person in Helen's legend-" Russell put on his pants in two or two, and before he had time to put on the T-shirt, he threw off his steps and ran away.

"Hey, wait for me!" Rabelais was furious when he saw Russell running forward with his long legs, and he abandoned himself, "I kindly told you, and you actually ran first!"

"I'll do anything for Helen's sake!hahaha-"

"I'm the same, look at my Flying Pig Fist-"

Pascal wanted to sleep more, but since he was woken up, he couldn't sleep anymore, so he rolled over: "For Helen, I can do anything-" This sentence has been circulating in Pascal School for more than three years, but there is not much chance to hear it again in the future. Got up and grabbed the origami book, and after eating, he ran to the morning and evening pond, and saw Olivia and Deborah standing there from a distance.

"Pascal, why are you here too? Didn't you go to see the swan dance?"

"I didn't ...... Yesterday I thought of a few spells, so I came over and practiced them. Why are you here?"

Olivia pursed her lips and smiled, thinking that this person was really sincere, and asked what to say: "I'm fine, I'm here to accompany Deborah to practice magic." ”

"Let's go over there. Deborah pulled Olivia and nodded to Pascal to the southwest corner.

Pascal's paper magic has long been handy, at this time, it has gone to the next level, upgraded from "plane" to three-dimensional, and the magic power consumed has also risen in a straight line, fortunately, he is usually diligent in practice, and he doesn't feel like anything, until the end, when the magic is poured into the paper dragon and flying around, he finds it a little difficult, and he thinks that he didn't think of these things before, because the magic is not enough, so he automatically blocks these magic that can't be done in his mind. Now that you've accumulated a certain level of magic, you'll unlock levels to unleash those inspirations. It would be nice if I could have a few more days, Pascal sighed, if he could practice these magic a few more times, and after the fire was perfected, the selection in Class F would be nine out of ten, but unfortunately, almost every time, before he was fully prepared, things had already come, and he had to be anxious to meet them, but then again, because this is how life can change, and there will be fun! If it were all like 1+1=2 It's so simple, all the results are predestined, what people do is just like a gear, and there is no passion, and it can't be called life!

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky......" The paper flowers in his hand turned faster and faster, and finally he couldn't stand it, and the pieces flew out and danced in the air, Pascal was also thoughtful, and thought of an illusion, how could he not concentrate with thoughts running around in his head, so he simply went to the classroom to try. When I walked to the back door, I vaguely heard the sound of squirming and talking, and thought that a thief was coming, so I pushed the door in and followed by a scream of "ah".

"Why are you eavesdropping on us?" said Erica, who almost jumped.

"No, I'm sorry ......"

"Excuse meap?"

"No, it's not ......"

Erica was still about to scold, but was pulled by Alice: "Don't say it, he didn't eavesdrop, right?" said and looked at Pascal, his eyes mixed with doubt.

"I came to the classroom for some business, I didn't know you were here. Pascal's face was flushed, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear it, as if he had confessed that he was eavesdropping.

Erica suddenly said: "It seems that he is not eavesdropping, if he eavesdropped, he will definitely refute it loudly! But it's embarrassing for him, he didn't even go to see what kind of bird dance!"

"Swan dance......" Pascal whispered, sitting down in his seat and starting to write.

Erica saw Pascal sitting there in a serious manner, and said, "Don't say it, don't look at him as a big man, he seems to be quite serious." It's not often that a boy is so careful, right?"

"Why don't you always speak ill of people?"

"I'm talking badly, I'm obviously praising him! But we can't speak, we can only write it down!"

"Tell me, I'm done. Seeing that he had caused so much trouble to Sister Alice, Pascal packed up his things and hurried out.

"No need......" Alice said, holding out her hand.

"If someone has a good intention, let's fulfill him!" Erika grabbed Alice's hand and pressed it.

Pascal sighed and walked towards the library, where no one would disturb or disturb anyone, but the caretaker of the gate was always talking, such as flipping through the books and messing up the ordering, wasting the library's hot water, and stammering the library's fresh air...... Forget it, bear with it any longer! I stayed up in the library all day, and when I went back in the evening, I heard the voice of Helen and Helen from all the windows. Pascal wished there was some kind of magic that could block out these two words, so as not to disturb his mind.

When he woke up the next morning, Pascal saw Russell sleeping on the side and kicked the head of the bed: "Get up!"

"Ahh

"What if we bump into each other in the first place?" Pascal said suddenly.

Russell was stunned: "Why do you want to do so much?

"It's today!" Pascal shook his head, and didn't come up with any good ideas, if they bumped into each other at the beginning, and the two of them deliberately tied each other, would they be judged out of the game by seeing the flaws? Otherwise, would they really have to sacrifice their lives to fight? Forget it, if that's the case, it will be Russell, he has been unlucky since he was born, and probably won't enter the threshold of Plato's Academy.

When Pascal and Russell arrived at the library, Olivia was already standing there, surrounded by Spinoza. Olivia greeted them casually when she saw them coming, waited for a while, and said, "It seems that everyone who should come will come, and those who don't come won't come! Let's divide into groups first, just so you can think of countermeasures on the way." There are ten playing cards here, each with a name written on it, and I draw two at a time, and these two are a set of duels, okay?" Olivia said as she shuffled the cards.

"What if we two sisters collide?" called Erica.

"You can trade with someone else, if they want to. ”

"Alright then!"

"First these two!" Olivia said, pulling out one from the top and one from the bottom: Erica and Raphael.

"Yay—" Erica cried out with Alice in her arms. Olivia took them out one by one, and five pairs of playing cards floated in the air:

Pascal vs Fulton;

Erica vs Raphael;

Alice Vs Stephen:

Deborah vs Heine;

Russell vs Rabelais:

Olivia read: "You have no opinion!"

"No comment—" Erica and Russell both shouted.

"I have an opinion—" a figure suddenly jumped over at the shout, "Didn't you say okay? Why don't you wait for me to leave?"

"Who told you?"

"He!" the man said, pointing at Pascal.

Pascal had been thinking about it when he saw that Polly had not come, but when he saw her suddenly pointing at him, he was speechless.

Olivia knew that Polly was bullying Pascal honestly: "What are you involved in the selection of our class?"

"Jokes,Pascal School Park's business,It's my 'Know-it-all beautiful little witch' Polly's business!Everything in the school park,Don't want to escape my palm! I personally went out to report on the selection of your F class.,It's enough to give you face.。 Polly accentuated when she spoke of Class F.

"Don't bother!" Olivia waved her hand lightly.

Polly's eyes rolled sharply: "You don't care, don't you think about Class F? Don't you want others to see your wonderful selection competition?

"This ......"

"Let her go along. Spinoza laughed, "There's this classmate." ”

"Where, where, this old gentleman is reasonable. Isn't it the legendary bohemian style of such a stylish outfit?"

"This is our class leader, Mr. Spinoza. Pascal reminded Polly in a whisper.

"Ah, it's the head of Class F, Spinoza...... I seem to have heard such a name! Outside the nickname, let's interview, may I ask why Teacher Spinoza took Class F, was it forcibly assigned by the school park?Didn't Teacher Spinoza protest? Is it invalid to protest?Or did he make some kind of mysterious deal with the principal in private......" Polly hit Spinoza like a machine gun with a series of questions, while Pascal looked at the opponent in front of him, he felt his heart beat slowly faster, and unconsciously clenched his fists: "It's finally here......"