Cynthia's words were like a pebble that smashed heavily into Allen's heart, splashing and leaving a ripple.

Looking at Cynthia's eyes, the familiarity that was unmistakable quietly spread in the bottom of my heart again.

She was right. That's what Allen's instincts told him. He didn't know why, but his instincts told him that Cynthia was right.

There must have been some striking resemblance between them, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

At this point, both of them began to remain silent, looking down at their books.

Cynthia looked serious, but Alan's heart was a mess, and he remembered what was written in the notebook for a while, and then remembered what Cynthia said, so that he didn't have the heart to read the book at all.

"It's time for me to go. When the clock struck five o'clock, Cynthia spoke suddenly.

"It's early, isn't it?" said Allen, a little surprised.

"I've finished my lesson tomorrow. Cynthia said.

"Uh...... Alright then......" Alan looked at his textbook awkwardly, still flipping through the first page.

"What kind of reaction are you to send me like a gentleman?" Cynthia glanced at his books and smiled, "These books are very heavy." ”

Alan glanced at the stack of books in front of her, there were at least three of them she had brought, and it seemed that she had borrowed several from the library.

"Uh-huh. Thinking that Cynthia had helped him so much, Alan smiled embarrassedly and nodded.

After Allen finished speaking, he hurriedly helped Cynthia pack up the books, there were seven, plus the two he brought, a total of nine.

However, when sorting it out, Alan saw that in addition to the textbooks of the thunder elemental magic class, there were also four other elemental magic class books.

"Which two minors did you take?" Alan wondered.

"All four of the other Elemental Divisions. Cynthia said.

"You're going to take five classes?" Alan was a little surprised, "Can you learn it?"

"Are you worried about me?" Cynthia chuckled softly, "Aren't you going to take more classes than I do?"

"Uh......" Alan was a little speechless when she heard her say this...... It seems that this is indeed the case.

"Besides, I have asked my grandfather, and he agreed. Cynthia added.

"Okay. ”

After Cynthia finished speaking, she got up and walked to the side door to the east, and Alan quickly put away her glasses and followed with the book.

It might not be a big deal if it was Riel who moved these books, but it was different for Allen, the nine books were still quite heavy, and Alan had to stop and rest for a while as soon as he walked to the first floor.

Just as they reached the side door on the east side of the first floor, the stacks of books were too high to block Allen's view, causing him to accidentally bump into a girl who happened to come out of the side door. She also walked with her head down, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was coming from the side.

The book fell to the ground in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Alan apologized as he lowered his head to pick up the book.

"Alan?" the voice was small, gentle, and full of familiarity.

Alan looked up and saw that it was none other than Alyssa.

"Why are you here?" Alan was a little surprised, "If I'm not mistaken, the wind element class should be the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Well, get used to it...... My grandmother always asked me to prepare as far in advance as possible. Alyssa also bent down to help him pick up the book.

"Why are there so many?" Alyssa asked, a little strangely, as she picked up one and found that it was a thunder elemental magic textbook, "Are these yours?"

Alan just wanted to say "No, it's Cynthia's", but felt that it seemed easy for Alyssa to misunderstand, so he was a little hesitant to answer. At this moment, Cynthia, who was standing aside, spoke: "No, these are my books. There was a constant coldness in his tone.

Since Cynthia is much taller than Alyssa, coupled with the tone of her voice, this seemingly condescending attitude makes Alyssa very uncomfortable.

"Why did you ask Alan to take it for you!" Alyssa looked unhappy, and rarely took the initiative to speak to a stranger, with a hint of gunpowder in her words.

"Oh, who are you?" Cynthia was visibly upset, as few people dared to speak to her like that. However, because he had seen it before, and because of Allen's presence, he glanced at her, looked elsewhere, and said lightly: "I care about him." ”

Alyssa was annoyed by Cynthia's attitude, her face was pale, her lips were tightly closed, as if something was on fire in her heart, and it was about to explode at any time.

Alan was also taken aback, it was the first time he had seen Alyssa angry.

"I volunteered!" Seeing that Alyssa's mood was not right, Alan quickly grabbed her and explained in a low voice: "She helped me a lot, you know, I don't like to owe anything to others, and I don't want to owe her favors." ”

Hearing Alan say this, Alyssa finally looked a little deflated.

Alan added: "These books are very heavy, and she can't move them alone. ”

Alyssa stood in place for a long time, and found that Cynthia had no intention of continuing to entangle, so she breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and continued to help Alan sort out the books on the ground.

"I'll go first. Alyssa said to Alan after tidying up, then glanced at Cynthia and went to the girl's apartment.

"Hmm. ”

Alan breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at Alyssa's distant back, turned to Cynthia and said, "She's a good friend of mine...... I've known each other for a long time, and when I was at school, we would discuss any problems together. ”

"Just friends?" Cynthia asked with a smile on her face.

"What?" Another man came out of the door and passed by Allen, so that Allen did not hear clearly.

"It's fine. Cynthia replied briefly.

"Oh......" Alan didn't ask any more questions, and continued: "Her parents died very early, and she has lived with her grandmother since she was a child, so she may not have a good temper...... Mrs. Dalk was our teacher of the history of magic and took good care of us, so Rare and I wanted to take care of her as much as we could. ”

"Then why didn't she just ask her grandmother, why bothered you?" Cynthia was a little strange.

"Mrs. Dalk is not very good at explaining this kind of thing...... You know, the history of magic and theory classes are two completely different subjects. Alan said with a shrug.

"Oh. Cynthia replied simply, her eyes still looking to the side.

Seeing Cynthia's attitude, Alan stood in place for a while, feeling that there was nothing more to say, so he picked up the book again and said, "Let's go." ”

So the two of them slowly walked down the stairs and entered the Four Seasons Garden through the corridor between the library and the auditorium. But just as they entered the Garden of the Four Seasons, Cynthia suddenly stopped. Alan didn't see it clearly, and almost hit her again.

"What's wrong?" asked Allen.

Cynthia didn't speak, just looked to the east, the path between the school hospital and the cafeteria.

Alan also looked over there curiously, and saw a familiar figure walking towards them.

As a result of taking off his glasses, Alan couldn't see it clearly, and he didn't see until the figure walked in him that it was Frey.

"Where are you going?" Frey asked Cynthia from afar.

"Go back to your room. Alyssa said.

"Is that you?" Walking closer, Frey looked behind Cynthia, only to find that the person whose face was blocked by the book turned out to be Allen, a little surprised, "Why are you two together?"

"Met by chance. Cynthia didn't look at Frey, and replied quickly and succinctly. She spoke in the same tone as she did to Alyssa, cold, completely devoid of emotion.

Alan looked at her a little puzzled, feeling that the Cynthia he was talking to and the Cynthia who was talking to others were not at all the same person.

However, Frey didn't look angry, and said with a smile, "Would you like to have dinner later?"

"I'm not hungry. Cynthia remained cold.

"I can wait for you. Frey said.

"Don't wait, I'm going to read a book when I go back, I don't know when. Cynthia politely replied, "I'll naturally go to eat when I'm hungry, so please don't bother." ”

"Hmm...... All right. Frey saw Cynthia's resolute attitude, smiled a little awkwardly, and didn't insist any more.

Alan listened to the conversation between the two of them, and he didn't understand in his heart, because according to Frey, Cynthia was the one who would marry into the Wagbein family sooner or later, but her attitude towards Frey was as cold as ice, not only did she not seem to have a marriage contract, but she was not even as close as a friend.

"Let's go. Cynthia turned back to Alan.

"Hmm. Allen said.

But Alan was just about to follow, but Frey suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Give it to me, these books are heavy, right?"

Alan looked at Cynthia with some embarrassment, and then at Frey.

Cynthia opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn't say it.

"It's my duty to send you back to the room, right?" Frey saw that Alan didn't react, so he took the initiative to take the book in his arms and said to Cynthia: "Come to me anytime you need help in the future, don't trouble these outsiders anymore." ”

Cynthia sighed and walked away.

Frey also looked back at Alan meaningfully and said, "You should go back too!"

"Hmm. Alan replied.

But Frey had barely walked a few steps when he heard Alan call out from behind him, "That...... Senior Frey, please wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" said Frey, turning back.

"These two books are mine. Alan said a little embarrassed as he took down the top two books.

"Oh. Frey smiled at him, "It's going to be like that in the future, it's good to draw a line." ”

"Uh...... Uh-huh......" Alan could hear what Frey was saying, but he didn't know what to do with it, so he had to respond.

"Well, then, I wish you all the best in your studies!" Frey said, nodding politely and turning away.

Alan stood still with his two books in his hands, then found a secluded bench and sat down. It was as if his mind was occupied by something that made him not want to go to dinner or go back to his room.

The sky gradually darkened, and the fluorescent grass in the Four Seasons Garden began to emit a faint glow, reflecting the whole garden hazy.

He didn't know why, but he just felt that it was suitable to sit here now, suitable to look at such a view, hazy, just like his current mood.