In winter, it snows.

The grass should wither and yellow, the trees should lose their leaves, the sky should be cold, and all things should be lonely.

And spring is the season of life recovery.

The weeds sprouted again, the trees came to life again, the sun stayed in the sky longer, and hibernating creatures stretched out their burrows and nests.

Today is the 7th of December, and there is no doubt that it is the season of winter, which is undoubtedly the season of winter—Zheng Qing was very sure of this, because a few hours earlier, he had discussed with Nicholas the different classifications and characteristics of snowmen.

And now, the young public-funded student, who had just woken up from his groggy, began to doubt his memory.

Because he is around, on the shore of Bell Lake, the originally silent world, I don't know when it is full of vitality.

The water seemed to be clear, and the branches of the bare bushes sprouted new green shoots, and the gray weeds were adding a touch of fresh color. There are also some tiny white flowers in the grass, and the breeze blows, and the wind seems to have a hint of sweetness.

All of this is a declaration to the young public scholarship student of a world completely different from his impression.

"It's... This ......" Zheng Qing looked around, stammered, and was speechless for a long time.

"It was an accident. Professor Yao obviously knew the reason for their shock, shook his hands, took out a small cluster of golden tobacco from his arms, stuffed it into his pipe, and sighed deeply at the same time: "...... You can understand it as an accident of a magical experiment. ”

What kind of magic experiments will have the effect of changing the world and changing the season?!

Zheng Qing didn't know, and he couldn't imagine it.

Although in Su Shijun's laboratory, he had seen all kinds of wonders of the two-dimensional world, but in the final analysis, those experiments had very limited effect on reality—just like a spring dream, a movie, a book, no matter how bizarre and bizarre it was, it was still outside his world and within the scope of his understanding.

And now, in the world he lives in, there is this almost miraculous phenomenon, and he can't help but be afraid.

A spark suddenly emerged from the void and slowly landed on the tobacco in the professor's pipe. Plumes of green smoke then rose, accompanied by a hazy glow of fire, swirling around the professor.

"Fur ......"

Professor Yao took a long puff of his cigarette and had a satisfied expression on his face.

"Don't worry, it's just a small thing, the scope is not large, and the school will be able to fix this bug soon. The professor raised his hand and waved it back casually.

Zheng Qing noticed that behind the professor, around Linzhong Lake, there were many black-robed wizards standing in shadows, holding a law book, chanting some incantations in unison. And with their incantations, the original warm feeling between heaven and earth is passing quickly, including the green of the grass, the fragrance of flowers in the breeze, etc., these spring colors are fading little by little.

“...... More than that, I want to know how you ended up here. As he spoke, Professor Yao withdrew his arm and hugged it to his chest, and his tone became a little serious: "Also, what did you all see just now?"

Listening to his serious tone, Zheng Qing couldn't help but get nervous.

He glanced at the gypsy witch uneasily.

I don't know if it was because she was frightened, but Elena was hanging her head and staring blankly at the bare lake, seemingly completely oblivious to the professor's question.

The wizard couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

"We've only been here for a long time, and we haven't seen anything strange. Zheng Qing described what he had seen and heard on the shore of the lake, the untouched boats, the glowing white towers, and the terrifying fluctuations of magic.

Finally, he asked in a confused tone, "As for why we are here...... Isn't this a public place in school? You can come at any time...... I don't know of a ban on snowy days at the lake. We just had a meal, came to the lake, and went for a walk. ”

This answer obviously choked Professor Yao.

He stared at the young scholar with a pair of dark eyes, and after a few minutes, he continued to ask, "You just came here?" I mean, after you arrived here, did you not think of anything important that you need to do quickly?"

"What's important?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little subtle, and he emphasized in a firm tone: "Today is the weekend, my homework has been done, what else is important." ”

Professor Yao clutched his pipe and had a toothache on his face.

"Shouldn't you...... How can there be such a loophole. He muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, as if he had been troubled by some problem.

"Is there anything wrong?" asked the young man in a low voice.

"That's not right? The professor shoved his pipe into his mouth and explained vaguely, "Don't you notice that there is no one else by the lake today but you?...... For safety reasons, the school has cast a widespread expulsion spell near Linzhong Lake, and from 2 p.m. to 6 p.m., anyone who is close to the lake will leave in a hurry because they have remembered some urgent matter. ”

"Theoretically, you can't get near the lake. Not to mention a walk around the lake. ”

When Zheng Qing heard this, his face suddenly wrinkled - he had always hated this kind of 'self-special' situation, because it usually meant that there was trouble. And he hates trouble very much.

"Maybe for us, taking a short break to walk around the lake is the most important thing for us today. The gypsy witch's voice suddenly sounded softly beside her.

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then a bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded busily, with an extremely approving expression.

He turned around, and the witch was kneeling in the dead grass beside her, a tender green blade of grass wrapped between her fingers. And a certain knotted cobra had somehow spread out and lay tamely at her feet, like a harmless hemp rope. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of blood from the flower-skinned frog on the corner of its mouth, I am afraid that even Zheng Qing would have been fooled by the lazy performance of this long worm.

Hearing the witch's explanation, Professor Yao had a laughing and crying expression on his face.

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all. He shook his head again and again, not accepting the witch's explanation, but when he looked at the young student again, his face suddenly showed a little surprise: "Unless ......"

Unless anything, the professor didn't finish.

And Zheng Qing's attention was also diverted from the professor.

For when he had just met the witch's eyes, the witch seemed to be startled by something, and with a shake of her hand, she broke the blade of grass that had been wrapped around her fingertips several times.