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For example, the salt spilled should be thrown over the left shoulder, rosemary must be planted at the garden gate, and lavender will bring good luck. Another example is the rainbow hanging in the eastern sky, no one dares to point to it, and the moon is put on a tulle and don't peep casually.

Others, on the other hand, are not so certain.

Such as life, such as death, such as love.

Yelena Jones is a gypsy witch.

At the same time, she is also Zheng Qing's classmate.

She's also a brave and beautiful girl — Zheng Qing is pretty sure of that. Every time her name floated in his mind, he would involuntarily think of the beautiful figure with an apologetic face holding a tarot card in his hand.

The unique tarot divination, the haunting towers of tall wizards, the caravans wielding the whip of shadows on the brink of life and death, and the gypsies roaming Eurasia have long been shrouded in mystical legends.

And Yelena inherited all the mysteries of the gypsies.

Her beauty, her passion, her long, burgundy hair, her enchanting big brown eyes, her upturned nose, her wheat-colored skin, her tall figure, everything, was full of mysterious temptations.

Her smile and charming eyes are all intoxicating.

It is very unmagical to expect a young man who has just left the greenhouse to hold on to himself under such temptation.

Therefore, Zheng Qing fell in love almost the moment she talked to him.

Maybe God also intended to fulfill this stupid young man, the gypsy witch would be interested in Fu Zhengxue, what could be more in line with Zheng Qing's heart?

At the suggestion of the witch, the public-funded students of the 08th class of Jiuyou Academy ignored the fact that their basic magic was a mess, and agreed to help her with her tuition.

So, at two o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, it became a piece of honey in the hearts of young people.

Every time he thinks about this time, he can't help but have a silly, sweet smile on his face.

Except last Sunday.

Zheng Qing held his law book, frowned, and hurried to the classroom. The elves poked their heads out of the hoods behind him, cautiously surveyed their surroundings, and sang cheerful tunes.

It's seven o'clock on a Monday morning, and it's just over an hour before the first class starts.

But Zheng Qing had no way to continue waiting in the cramped dormitory.

From Saturday onwards, the cranes he flew towards Elena flew back to him intact. No matter how ornate the shape he folded the crane, no matter how many 'anti-dodge' spells he added to it, the cyan letter would always flutter its wings in his disappointed gaze and return to the cramped balcony of dormitory 403.

Then through that thick layer of glass, he nodded and pecked hard.

Knock knock, knock knock.

He didn't know why the crane couldn't find Elena, or if the witch was at the library's desk at noon on Sunday, or if the witch was safe and sound.

The only thing he knew was that he had to find the gypsy witch before the first class on Monday and express his deepest apologies for not being able to show up for Sunday.

If he could, he was ready to squeeze a sum of money out of his modest wallet and invite the witch to dinner at the most luxurious restaurant in Beta as part of his 'sincerest apologies'.

Originally, he had planned to talk to Yelena about it at the class meeting on Sunday night, but it was disappointing that the witch did not show up at the meeting.

This kind of thing is not surprising, he comforted himself in the bottom of his heart, just like Dr. Xiao Da mentioned, transfer students, international students, have their own closed circles, activities like class meetings, they are rarely counted in the total number of class members, and they rarely participate in such activities.

So, this morning, before Professor Yao's Charms class, this is the last chance.

The young publicly-funded students were full of thoughts about their words and demeanor after meeting, completely oblivious to the excited expressions on the faces of the students who came and went on campus, and the figures of those who gathered in small groups and whispered discussions.

Until he pushed open the classroom door, a crowd hula surrounded him, frightening the poor young man.

"Why are there so many people!" he shouted, "why are you all here so early, what's wrong!"

However, the crowd paid no attention to his struggle, and a series of questions smashed their heads and faces.

"Is it true?" Li Meng crowded at the front of the crowd, tugging at his collar and screaming, "Did the patrol catch those demons?"

"What?" Zheng Qing looked around a little dazed.

The elf in the hood was startled by the enthusiastic wizards, and the hula flew to the edge of the blackboard to find comfort for the fellow workers at the school.

Each elf was holding a cyan paper crane in his arms - this was one of the 'sincerity' that Zheng Qing had prepared for Elena.

Perhaps in a panic, one of the elves accidentally dropped a paper crane while flapping his wings and flying high. Without the burden of the paper crane, this little elf flew much easier, so this simple-minded little guy left behind the 'baby' that his master had repeatedly told him.

The paper crane floated slowly with the help of the air current, and it was not until it was about to hit the ground that it was grabbed by a bare hand.

Of course, Zheng Qing did not notice these details.

He was surrounded by curious faces, and his ears were full of jumbled questions.

"Is it true that everyone is saying that it's a swarm of sand that drains those magical creatures?"

The question is very simple and clear.

Zheng Qing nodded hurriedly.

This affirmative expression made the enthusiasm of the onlookers even more intense.

"Are there really tens of thousands of slackers hiding in the school by those sand hours?"

"What does the Mother of Sand looks like, how big is it, have you touched it?"

"How did you find the escaping sand?"

"I heard that someone in the patrol team was smeared with a timeline and half of his face withered, is it true?"

"Did you get a small vial of sand royal jelly as a reward?"

The last question was so critical that everyone closed their mouths and stared at Zheng Qing, expecting him to give an accurate answer.

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded slowly again.

Wow!

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"Brother Qing, Brother Qing!" Downton squad leader put one hand on his shoulder and greeted him warmly: "You shouldn't need that bottle of 'Sand Time Royal Jelly'...... I'll give out ten jade coins, how about giving them to me?"

Before Zheng Qing could speak, a mocking voice sounded clearly outside the crowd.

"Ten jade coins?"

Matthew Cullen was leaning in front of the window, tilting his head sideways, looking coldly at the farce at the door of the classroom, when he suddenly heard Downton's offer, he couldn't help it, and mocked:

"Insincere price...... I'll give twenty. ”