Terry Duzem felt like he had just closed his eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A second ago, his mind was filled with shape-shifting formulas and complex spells.

A second later, his consciousness had sunk into endless darkness.

What happens between a second and a second?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that his eyelids were too heavy, and his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be glued together by an adhesion charm.

Walking in the courtyard the evening before yesterday, the gorgeous sunset outside the patio brought him endless reverie, and before he knew it, the long-lost inspiration came back to his brain.

So, he plunged into his study, grabbed his quill, and began a long calculation.

It takes two days to pick up the pen.

Forget about sunrise and sunset, forget about eating and sleeping.

The old servant came and went in the study, but he could only sigh at the cold rice that had not moved at all.

When the last unknown solution in the formula was parsed by him with a spell, the pale morning sky had fallen on him for the second time through the somewhat dirty glass window.

He dropped the quill, smiled with satisfaction, pulled the blanket hanging from the hanger, leaned back against the wide circle chair behind him, and immediately sank into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Constantine, his faithful old servant, spoke to him and told him to eat.

"I'm working, Konstantin!" he cried to his respectful servant, clutching his hair irritably, "don't let such a mundane thing as eating disturb me!"

"Okay, young master. Konstantin lowered his eyebrows and agreed, then raised his head and looked at him with a confused expression: "So, when are you going to eat?"

Dr. Duzem slammed his head on the desk weakly, and said to himself silently:

I'm not angry.

I'm not angry.

I'm not angry......

The back was blank.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he felt his arm being grabbed and shaken vigorously.

"Young Master......"

"Young Master!" Konstantin's words seemed to float from the distant horizon, as far away as the rainbow glow that evening.

The doctor finally struggled to lift one eyelid and muttered, 'I'm not eating,' before rolling over, intending to go back to sleep.

The old servant shook his arm to prevent him from sinking again.

"Young Master, please wake up, Young Master. Konstantin's old voice was full of eagerness: "Young Master, Miss Jiang is outside. ”

Dr. Duzem still had his eyes closed, but his wandering mind struggled to grasp the point of the sentence.

Miss Jiang?

The sluggish brain couldn't read the information effectively, and the old servant's persistent shaking kept him from falling asleep again.

"Who is she?!" Dr. Duzem finally opened his sleepy eyes, and his tone could not hide his tiredness and displeasure, "I wonder if the morning is my time to rest?"

There's nothing worse than being dragged out of your sleep.

If there is, it is being repeatedly woken from sleep.

"You have to have a good reason, or ......" Dr. Duzem didn't think of what to do with his reckless servant, even though he got out of bed with a stomach full of anger.

"Miss Jiang, young master. The old servant respectfully handed him a hot towel and asked him to cover his face: "The eldest lady of the Jiang family in Zhongshan, she has already sent a greeting post last weekend, and you have agreed to this meeting." ”

Dr. Duzem took the towel and wiped his eyes and temples vigorously, and his chaotic thoughts gradually woke up from the darkness.

Zhongshan Jiang's family?

The only big benefactor he is now?!

"Miss Jiang!" he jumped up, his face full of uneasiness: "Why didn't you say it earlier, quickly, invite her in, please come in quickly." ”

He didn't know much about this Miss Jiang.

But the Zhongshan Jiang family was the biggest supporter of his magic experiments for several years.

Or rather, the only supporter.

To him, this Miss Jiang is more like a leader of inspection work.

The old servant answered, raised his legs, and walked out of the door.

"Stand up straight, Konstantin!" Dr. Duzem shouted behind him in a low voice, "Hold down, you look like a baboon now." ”

The old servant stopped, straightened his back, stretched his clothes, and walked out of the door with steady steps.

Dr. Duzem haphazardly cleaned up the scratch paper scattered on the table, and pulled a few bald quills into the waste basket at his feet. Then he rushed to the tall dressing mirror, tugged at his hair, and tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to make a perfect smile.

"You need a new bow tie, sir. The mirror suddenly opened its mouth, hissed its voice, and complained, "With all due respect, that oily thing around your neck is more like a rag." ”

The doctor hesitated, untied the long-standing bow tie around his neck, and tucked it into the back of the cupboard behind him.

"And your robe! The mirror saw that her suggestion had been taken on board to a certain extent, and her tone became a little elated: "The third button on your placket is starting to misalign, there seems to be some grease stains on your placket, and your hood, which can no longer be called a hat, it looks like it has been blown by Bigfoot......"

"Shut up!" Dr. Duzem blackened his face and stopped his dressing mirror from continuing to utter in a stiff tone: "The guests are coming, and the only thing you can do is to shut your foul mouth!"

As he spoke, he quickly corrected the misplaced buttons on the placket.

"If the mirror can't speak, what's the difference between it and a salted fish!" the mirror howled, trying to get the attention of his master.

The doctor coldly grabbed the fuchsia blanket from the hoop chair and placed it over the mirror.

Then, the mirror fell asleep silently.

"Young master, the guests are here. ”

The door of the study opened again, and the old servant Konstantin walked up straight, and made an unblemished salute to the doctor, adding in the reserved tone that the servants of the old aristocratic families had always used: "Miss Jiang Yu and her male companion have come to pay a visit. ”

Before the doctor could speak, the guest behind the old servant came unceremoniously.

"Dr. Douzem. Jiang Yu had a kun bag hanging on one arm, hugged it in front of his abdomen, leaned out with one hand, and handed it to the master of the research institute who greeted him with a smile: "I don't know it affected your rest, I'm sorry to disturb you so early." ”

The Doctor noticed that she was followed by a red-robed nerd holding a cardboard box.

For someone from Alpha Academy, he doesn't have much prejudice against the students of Jiuyou.

"Miss Jiang," Dr. Duzem took Jiang Yu's hand and kissed it gently, then raised his head and said loudly in an exaggerated voice, "It's really you." The last time I saw you was six years ago, when I went to Zhongshan to meet the old lady...... It's your twelfth birthday. I remember that more than half of the great wizards of the Umno League had gone, and when it was the end of the day, I could only stay in the very corner of the group photo...... I didn't even take a full picture of my head. This time you must give me a chance to have a real photo with you. ”

"It's my pleasure. Jiang Yu smiled reservedly and introduced the male companion to the master: "This is Zheng Qing, my classmate, and my friend...... Nine have this year's publicly-funded students of the college. ”

"It's a blessing. Dr. Duzem reached out and grabbed Zheng Qing's arm, shaking it briefly.

It can be seen that his attitude towards Zheng Qing is much colder.