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From the point of view of the average student, it is now time to leave school.

But for many good and motivated children, the time for reading has just begun.

This is the Book Hill Museum.

The first university has a library of nine institutions.

Behind the tall glass walls, in front of each desk sat good students who were serious about reading and studying on their own. Only the library of the Nine Universities will have such an atmosphere.

As there is a proverb that circulates in the wizarding world:

"One can always find nine students in the library, always see Alpha's society in the break room, always meet the injured in the starry sky in the hospital, and always hear Atlas praying under the statue of the god. ”

Nicholas pondered the proverb and silently wandered through the depths of the cloister following the shadows cast by the sunlight in the museum.

Sometimes he always suspected that there was something wrong with the school's roster, and let a student like him who was out of step with the atmosphere of Jiuyou enter the school.

In his opinion, whether it is Fort Alpha or the Starry Sky Rubik's Cube, it is a more desirable place to go than the Nine Schools.

When was the last time he entered the Shushan Pavilion, he no longer has an exact memory.

Maybe it's the first year of entering the first university, the first day after entering the university?

At that time, he still had a longing in his heart, dreaming of achieving a career in this wizard's palace and comforting his mother's soul in heaven.

And then what?

He shook his head, his memory a little blurry here.

I vaguely remember the incessant sneezing, laughter, stained books, and the angry shouts of the librarian.

Nicholas shuddered, shrinking his path deeper into the shadows.

Although he has the blood of the creatures under the moon, he does not have the sun allergy that most creatures under the moon suffer from. Walking in the shadows, on the one hand, is just a matter of nature, and on the other hand, he does not want others to notice him.

As a super crane car that repeats a grade twice, it would be an embarrassing thing to meet your senior 'classmates' in such a sacred place as the library, no matter what.

The wings of his nose twitched slightly.

The rich scent of books came from all directions, making him slightly uncomfortable.

For a half-breed werewolf, even though his natural ability to smell has been greatly weakened, he is still much more sensitive than the average wizard.

The smell of books that intoxicated many people, in his nostrils, was just the strange smell of dust, ink, dry insect corpses mixed with rotten wood.

Smelling it in his nose always makes him feel the urge to sneeze.

This is also one of the reasons why he basically did not study in the library after three years in school.

And now, he has broken the shackles he has put on himself.

For the sake of his studies, for his sister, and for the unattainable dream in his heart.

Nicholas inhaled hard, holding back his itchy nostrils, carefully searching for the scent in the mess.

The smell that belongs to her.

......

Liu Feifei was lying on the desk, with a copy of "The Philosophy of Magic" in front of her.

But her mind was not in the books at all.

The evening glow passed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, gently enveloping her, as if draping her with a soft veil.

She stared at a test paper in front of her intently, not knowing what she found, and couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"It's stupid. She muttered, "This can be wrong!"

Then she woke up suddenly, blushing, covering her mouth, and looking around cautiously.

Thankfully, no one else noticed their gaffes.

The desk she chose was located next to a floor-to-ceiling window in a corner on the second floor of the Book Hill Pavilion. As far as the eye can see, there are tall bookshelves all around. Only two desks are placed between the bookshelves and the corners of the walls.

There was a shelf with its head poking out from the other table, and only half of her figure could be revealed.

There seemed to be two students sitting behind the desk, but they had been arguing with something in a low voice, completely ignoring themselves.

Neglect.

Liu Feifei's face suddenly hung a little stunned, and she was a little distracted.

Maybe it's because of the same loneliness that I can have more common language with him, so I agree to this.

She was a posthumous child, and her mother disappeared when she was very young. The deepest impression in my childhood memory is my grandmother's huge hooked nose.

The granddaughter also killed her own son, and the old grandmother hated this girl who caused her own blood to be cut off, and she never had a good face in front of her.

When she was five years old, she was kicked out of her home and lived with her grandmother, who lived alone in the mountains.

There are no neighbors on the mountain, and grandma's ears are also very back, and often she says three or five words before grandma can agree loudly.

With no playmates her age and no one to talk to, she gradually got used to chatting with the animals in front of and behind the house.

When she was a little older, her grandmother gave her a bowl of medicine.

She still remembered that in order to let her drink the fishy bowl of medicinal soup, the grandmother moved her little feet and drove many big white geese to block her in the house.

If she had to choose again, she still couldn't accept the taste of the medicinal soup.

But she would find a way to add a lot of sugar and honey to the soup to make it less difficult to eat.

After all, it was a bowl of enlightenment soup.

It wasn't until she entered the first university that she slowly realized the preciousness of that bowl of medicinal soup.

At the time, she only remembered that she had a lot more in her head overnight. Words, numbers, spells, magic, a huge new world appeared before her eyes.

The rest of the day was much easier.

She helped her grandmother go to the mountains to pick herbs during the day, and at night she used her grandmother's oil lamp to look through those moldy old books.

Until she received an offer from First University.

Until she set foot in the school for the first time.

Until she met him.

She didn't go to a wizard's school, didn't have much experience dealing with other wizards, and didn't receive selfless help from others.

So, when Nicholas destroyed a spell for her, she was terrified.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. When she asked for compensation, the boy with a thin body, dark yellow skin, and eyes that always trembled involuntarily comforted her like this: "It's because my spell casting level is not enough, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"But," Liu Feifei plucked up her courage and looked at him apologetically: "I always have to make it up to you." Grandma said that a wizard should not owe anything to others in his heart. ”

The boy hesitated for a few seconds.

"You are a public-funded student, so you must be studying very well. He looked at the girl sincerely and asked, "Can you help me with my homework?"

Liu Feifei did not hesitate, and immediately nodded seriously.

"That's it," she said, taking his hand and shaking it vigorously.

Right now.

Nicholas is already beginning to regret his proposal.

He peered through rows of tall mahogany bookshelves and cautiously peeked in.

"What are you looking at, come on!" the girl whispered from behind the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "Where's your textbook?"

"In the bag. The freshman tugged at the corners of his clothes uneasily, and his eyes only dared to fall on the feet of the girl's robe.

He turned his head sideways and vaguely saw two familiar figures sitting behind the table not far away.

"Why don't we move somewhere else. His shoes rubbed uneasily on the ground, and he whispered, "There seems to be someone from our class over there......"

"Why!" the girl stroked her hair and looked up at him: "The seat in the library has always been tight, and I was able to occupy this position thanks to the title of a public scholarship student...... We just read books and learn, even if others see it, what does it matter?"

"I'm afraid you'll lose face. The half-breed werewolf, who is very famous in Beta, found that he always had a hard time mustering courage in front of girls, and he muttered, "It's not good for you when people see you with me." ”

The sun fell on the girl's face, and those tiny fluff appeared exceptionally clear.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the original dissatisfaction in her heart disappeared in an instant.

"It doesn't matter. She lowered her head and flipped through the book: "Others are uncomfortable, that's their business." ”