There is never an absolute thing in the world.

For example, the relationship between blessings and curses.

The ancients once used the phrase "where blessings and misfortunes lurk, and misfortunes and blessings rely on" to summarize the relationship very concisely - who knows the extreme: it is not right. It is strange to be reinstated, and good is to be a demon. The mystery of people is long-lasting.

Another example is the brave and the coward.

Dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood, is a warrior. People who dare not face the bleak life, but can still force themselves to face up to the blood, are also warriors.

The world is never afraid to play some very malicious jokes on you.

Just like when you raise your head and plan to watch the sky at night to see if the crape myrtle is declining, the sparrow napping on the branch loosens its bladder, and a bubble of sparse digestive matter falls, which happens to hit you in the face.

Something will happen to you when you are completely unprepared.

Just like now.

Halfway through the astronomy class, Zheng Qing had just finished writing a magic text, and when he was complacent, he looked up and saw that Yelena had appeared at the door of the classroom.

There was not the slightest precaution, and there was not the slightest concern.

That's how you appeared, in my world.

It's just five thunderbolts!

Does it make people want to drop the pen?

Zheng Qing held his old purple rod, his face turned white and red, and he stayed in place for a while.

"Look at the point," Xiao Xiao patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and whispered: "If this is fate, then don't be cowardly, it's on!"

More and more people are spotting uninvited guests at the door of the classroom.

The originally quiet atmosphere in the classroom began to stir a little, and everyone's eyes involuntarily wandered between the door and the two figures in the back row.

They are all classmates in the same class, and many people still remember the fact that Zheng Qing had just helped the gypsy witch deduct a credit just a few hours in the morning.

"Oh, poor boy. Fat Xin turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing with a gloating smile on his face: "If you don't mind, I can block you with my tall figure......"

Elena held the handout of astronomy class, her big wavy red hair tied diagonally over her shoulders, and stood quietly at the door, without making a sound.

It wasn't until Professor Emma paced in front of her that the young witch bent bent briskly.

"Hello teacher!" she bowed to Professor Emma.

"Are things done?" the professor looked at her gently and nodded, "There is still half a class to go, you can read the second chapter of the handout and see if you can complete the magic text...... In the next few days, I will arrange for Jiang Yu to issue you a new one, and you can hand it in before Friday. ”

Yelena was stunned, then smiled sweetly and nodded in agreement.

"Professor!" Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his throat and shouted, "Zheng Qing's magic text has become a ball of fire after it is written!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the rows of boys in the back of the classroom.

Yelena is no exception.

Zheng Qing's heart, which had already been tightened, seemed to be pinched by a pair of big hands, twisted it a few times, and he felt dizzy for a while.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to have Venus in his eyes.

Small, golden-yellow dots of light, like a string of bubbles, float up from the corners of the eyes.

It's beautiful, but it's also terrible.

He blinked vigorously, focusing his gaze on the slowly swirling ball of fire in midair, trying to tell himself that everything was an illusion.

However, the beautiful eyes in the distance seemed to have some kind of magic, telling him very clearly that she was looking at him.

"I want to kill you. He said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Xiao lifted his glasses and silently moved to the edge of the desk, as if he hadn't heard Zheng Qing's threat.

"Very good, very good!"

Professor Emma, who didn't know what magic she had used, came from the door of the classroom to the boy's desk in the back row in an instant, with a kind face and a smile on her face, and praised in a voice that made everyone creepy:

"It was amazing...... Very successful work!"

Her palms were over the fireball, her stubby fingers fluttering through the air, as if plucking invisible strings.

The fire gradually extinguished, revealing small balls of paper ash.

The cracked sphere was filled with tiny crimson symbols, like chains, locked to them in some strange order.

Professor Emma held the little gray ball up in the air for everyone to see.

"Zheng Qing did a very good job!" she did not hesitate to praise herself, the corners of her mouth pulled into a big smile, and her slightly bulging eyes became more and more prominent: "Very outstanding work...... It's been a long time since I've seen a scene like this. ”

"Beginners complete a basic script at once without any inspiration...... Excellent...... I remember the last young man who had done this had now gone far in the New World, and it was said that he was about to become a real great wizard. ”

"I remember you were a public scholarship student this year?"

There was a chorus of approving answers in the classroom.

At times like these, many people don't hesitate to show their kindness – everyone seems to ignore the gypsy witch at the door of the classroom for a while.

"Very good...... You've earned yourself a credit. ”

"So, can you share with your classmates your experience when writing magic scripts?"

Professor Emma's encouraging gaze fell on the young government-funded students.

"Actually, it's the same as when drawing talismans," Zheng Qingqiang cheered up and smiled reluctantly: "Because there are more talismans, the construction of the subtleties of the magic script can be completed relatively smoothly." ”

"It's not enough," the professor held up a finger and shook it, "If you just follow the form of a cat and a tiger to complete the magic script, it is far from reaching the level of a real 'magic script'...... If you think about it, what comes to mind when you put it down? What are the mood swings?"

When you put pen to paper?

What are the mood swings?

Zheng Qing smiled dryly, and his eyes slid past the door of the classroom.

The gypsy witch stood in the empty seat in the first row, not yet seated.

"I am...... I was just taken aback...... No, it's a little nervous...... Still in a hurry... How does it feel to be in a hurry?" he added, waving his arms and stumbling, "...... Of course, the spirit must be very focused... Highly concentrated. ”

There was a low muffled laugh from the side.

Zhang Jixin buried his face under his arms, and his broad shoulders trembled slightly.

"Don't be discouraged, everyone has their own unique talents, and while your talent doesn't perform well in the Script, it doesn't mean that you don't have anything else to offer. Professor Emma patted Zhang Jixin's back comfortingly.

Apparently, she mistakenly thought that the male classmate was crying in shame because of his poor grades.

Zhang Jixin's body stiffened, and he immediately buried his head in his arm a little tighter.

"As Zheng Qing described, when completing the magic scripts, in addition to completing their delicate construction, you also need to inject your own emotions and understanding of the characters into the strokes. ”

"Like this Fire Demon Text. ”

"Zheng Qing very skillfully introduced the 'heart fire' into it...... This is the greatest reason for him to be able to complete this magic text. ”

"I hope that everyone sitting in the classroom will be able to really mobilize your emotions, emotions, and hearts when writing the scriptures...... Only the magic text written with heart will be the real magic text!"

"Now, let's applaud Zheng Qing. ”

"Applause for his performance!"

For a while, the classroom burst into applause.

"Very good, very good! Zheng Qing, this is your reward...... What's wrong?" Turning around and seeing Zheng Qing, whose face was a little pale, Ms. Emma hurriedly asked, her voice much lower for a moment.

"It's okay, it's just a little palpitating. Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly, and pressed his beating heart hard, and his temples felt like they were swelling.

The violent mood swing of a few minutes ago seemed to break a string in my head.

Some of the dregs of sensations buried deep in the memory flooded in.

"Maybe it's the first time to write a magic text, and the spirit is too consumed in an instant," Professor Emma looked at his face and speculated: "Writing a magic text is very exhausting, and many people often have to cultivate for a while because of the excessive consumption of vitality when they complete the first magic text, and you only write one word, so the situation should not be so serious......

Zheng Qing nodded his head 'mmmmmm', and the feeling of dizziness in his mind became more and more serious.

He leaned on his desk, and a bad thought came to his mind.

"Headache ......"

As soon as he hummed these two words, his eyes went dark, and he fell in front of the professor.