[PS,For the sake of recent updates,There is a description in the work related.,Please move.] 】

[ps, this extravagance happened in the spring after the winter vacation, before the cold war between Zheng Qing and Yelena, the young public student fainted and wrote a letter to the witch to break off friendship...... This chapter is even more effective with the last two of the sixth volume. 】

“......

I have to admit that my feelings for you began with curiosity.

For someone like me, who grew up keeping to himself, it's tempting to do something beyond your imagination (like having a romantic affair with an exotic gypsy witch).

I'm lucky I met you.

Unfortunately, you met me.

You meet all my hopes for an accident: you are so unexpectedly beautiful, passionate, and charismatic. You accepted my reckless invitation so unexpectedly. You are such an unexpected Holy Spirit.

However, I overestimated my abilities.

I'm just a little wizard with mediocre qualifications, and I'm an old-fashioned, very uninteresting little wizard.

It's like that little balance in my heart. On the one hand, there is a liking and curiosity about you. On the other side, at the beginning, it was empty. The scales are always tilted like you.

Whenever you and my choices conflict, I always smile and follow you, never showing my hurts. Because I feel that the feelings are mutual, and while I take care of your feelings, you will take care of my feelings.

It wasn't until the scales were unconsciously filled with weights that I realized what a selfish guy I was.

I selfishly gave you a hundred chances, but I didn't say a single one. When you use up this hundred opportunities before you know it, I leave with peace of mind, feeling that I don't need any explanation.

I don't know why I'm writing this, I just feel like I should let you know what I think.

When I'm with you, my mouth is too stupid to always speak.

When I wrote it, I didn't think it was what I wanted to say......"

This concludes the letter.

The ellipsis at the end may be that the owner of the letter is depressed and his mind is blank and he can't write anymore, or it may just be because the letter paper is limited in space and can't fit the crooked and crooked calligraphy the size of a finger.

In spring, there is a sun, and there is Naruto Geng.

Outside the window, the orioles sing in the warm sunlight and gentle breeze, cheering on the young wizards who are working hard to learn.

Elena sat in a fixed seat on the third floor of the library, holding the letter in her hand, and looked at it with a smile in the spring sun.

On the pale cyan letterhead, there is a whitish hyacinth watermark, just like the witch's mood at the moment.

"What a pure little fellow. ”

The gypsy witch held her cheek in one hand and the letter between her fingers in the other, watching the sunlight shine through the back of the paper and the projections of those white hyacinths swaying on the tabletop, she suddenly smiled and added:

"And it's a confused little guy. ”

......

......

Not long after the cyan paper crane flew away, Zheng Qing regretted it.

But for the sake of face, men always like to insist desperately when they shouldn't.

He sat behind his desk in the dormitory, staring out the window, expecting the cyan paper crane to peck at the glass in the window with a reply.

This absent-mindedness affected his state very much.

Xiao Xiao noticed this.

"Why don't you go to the library today and review your homework with Yelena?" he took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and yawned heavily, "...... You can't learn it on your own anyway. ”

"We're done. The young student replied in a low voice.

"Huh?"

This exclamation was not Xiao Xiao's voice, but came from Zheng Qing's diagonal back, from the bed of the fat man.

Xiao Xiao was also a little surprised, but he just put down the hand that was kneading the corners of his eyes and looked at Zheng Qing seriously, as if wondering if he was joking.

"Ahh

"I mean...... Are you finished?" the fat man's head came out of the curtain, and he looked like a tabloid reporter grasping the big news.

Zheng Qing snorted with his nose, and suddenly felt that he didn't regret it so much.

"Of course it's over. He made a grim face and said in a light tone: "If we continue, I should be sitting in the library or Jota restaurant right now...... Instead of listening to your boredom here. ”

"But," Xiao Xiao had already put her glasses back on, and looked at the young public scholarship student with a serious expression: "...... Why? There's always a reason for everything to happen, and if I'm not mistaken, you guys were together yesterday. ”

As he spoke, he poked himself in the head.

"Hmph. Zheng Qing didn't bother to answer such questions — or rather, he didn't know how to answer them. Was he going to tell his companions that he was just on the spur of the moment?

"It's divided!"

The fat man didn't know when he got out of the bed, stroked the group, and analyzed matter-of-factly: "...... In my opinion, you didn't like her from the beginning, you were just curious about the difference between her and you, who has gypsy blood, and your interest is more in curiosity than in love......"

Zheng Qing tilted his head back slightly, frowned, and listened.

The fat man's analysis unexpectedly coincided with what he wrote in Thaksin—even though the fat man was just a single dog—could all the reasons a boy could think of to break up be so similar?

This is a philosophical topic that is well worth exploring.

“...... So, long live the end!"

Fat Xin raised his arms, lifted the fat cat high above his head, shook it vigorously, and shouted: "I have always wanted to tell you that you should find a friend who is close to your blood, even if it is not good, you must ensure that it is of pure earth blood." You know, those gypsy wizards always have some strange concepts, just like yours of her, don't you think she tastes a little weird?"

Tuan Tuan was dizzy from his shake, screamed, and reached out with sharp claws, leaving a few shallow marks on Banner's arm.

"Taste?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows curiously.

The fat man took the fat cat into his arms again, muttered for a moment, and changed it to a fuller statement: "...... It's a very strong scent, I don't know what you think, I can't breathe around her anyway. ”

"Isn't that body fragrance?" muttered the young public student, and silently defended himself in the bottom of his heart, "I think she smells good." ”

"I seem to smell the smell of broken love. Dylan quietly crawled out of the coffin, looked at the public scholarship student with a faint gaze, and sighed in a low voice like a magic stick: "...... This is a sign that the curtain of spring has come to an end. ”

Zheng Qing was startled by this sudden voice.

He looked up at the sky.

"Shouldn't you sleep at this point?" Zheng Qing reminded as he pointed to the sun that was still hanging in the sky.

"Sleep has the smell of broken love. Mr. Vampire Werewolf did not hide his gloating essence in the slightest: "If you were covered in blood by Yelena with a wood knife, it would be even more fragrant." ”