The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

The teacher walked around the classroom to the last few rows, and inspected the process of each student making the potion in a very oppressive manner.

After Zhen taught some spells needed to make potions, Chu Bainiao began to make potions according to the steps in the book.

Jane watched as the other party quickly mastered the spell after only practicing it once or twice, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

Her eyes involuntarily swept across the other person's eyebrows, eyes, nose and the pair of lips that looked very suitable for kissing.

Chu Bainiao felt the wizard lady's burning gaze and her heart began to beat fast, but she soon thought that the wizard lady might be checking her teaching results.

So he controlled the flame more carefully and put the processed herbs into the crucible one by one.

The patrolling teacher had walked to his side and behind him at some point, and was watching his movements quietly with his arms folded.

After a while, the potion was successfully brewed, and tiny specks of light floated out along with the hot steam.

"Very good," the teacher walked up to Chu Bainiao and looked down at the crucible, "You made zero mistakes in your first potion brewing. You are very good."

Chu Bai Niao looked at the gentle wizard lady beside her, blushed and looked away, "It's all thanks to Miss Asarindra."

The teacher took out the attendance book and pen and wrote something in the book, "You and Jane both got A+."

Amidst the potion examination that was filled with wailing, the Potions class was successfully passed without any major incidents.

Thinking of the white people's meal that he was about to eat, Chu Bainiao looked at the crucible reluctantly.

If he used the crucible to cook, the teacher wouldn't blame him, right?

"Jane, how is he?"

Ivy walked beside the dignified and beautiful noble lady, looking at her snow-white face and asked.

"Very good, very talented. Currently, he can learn all the spells after just one try."

“It’s worth making friends with.”

Anna nodded. "I just don't know what he studied in the East before, and whether he will return to the East in the future."

Anna's implication was that if Chu Bainiao wanted to return to the East, then it would not be worth making friends with him.

Unable to stay in the West, even if she is a talented magician, it will not be of any help to them.

And the immersion costs must also be calculated.

"It doesn't matter," Jane said coldly, "I have other plans for him."

She had never met anyone so suited to her own taste.

Whether it was external conditions or inner soul, it was as if he was born according to her preferences.

Thinking of how shy he would be every time he was caught peeking at her.

Jane couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

Observe for a few days, and if the other person turns out to be a gentleman, you can then plan your move.

During lunch break, Chu Bainiao returned to his dormitory. Since he transferred to this school temporarily, he did not live with his classmates.

My roommate is a senior who is about to graduate.

The blond senior looked at Chu Bainiao curiously, "Chu, I heard that you are in the same class with Miss Asha Lindra?"

Chu Bainiao flipped through the textbook in his hand without raising his head: "Yes."

"Miss Asharindra," the other party sighed, "She is beautiful, kind, and has a good family background. You may not know what the Asharindra family means."

"Half of the magical world belongs to the Ashalindra family."

Chu Bainiao continued to flip through the magic book.

"What do you think of her?"

He paused in flipping through the book and said, "Stephen, it's not gentlemanly to discuss girls behind their backs."

"Chu, don't be so serious, we just all like Miss Ashalindra."

"You like them all?" Chu Bainiao asked doubtfully.

"Yes, Miss Ashalindra is simply a popular lover!"

"It's a pity that she doesn't seem to be interested in having an innocent romance on campus. She is very distant from the opposite sex."

"After graduation, we will all go our separate ways, and I may never see her again."

He seemed to recall something, "As expected of Miss Ashalindra, she is so gentle and beautiful even when she is rejecting people."

"Chu, do you like her? If you do, you can confess your feelings to her. It would be nice to experience being rejected by Miss Asharindra."

Chu Bainiao looked up at the other person speechlessly.

"Have you..." he hesitated, "ever confessed your love to Miss Ashalindra?"

The blond senior jumped up from the bed and said, "Of course!"

Chu Bainiao took a deep breath and thought of the wizard lady’s beautiful elf-like face and noble and charming temperament.

It seems that becoming the dream girl of most boys is a very normal thing.

"Chu, don't you like her?"

"Why, don't you Eastern men like Miss Ashalindra's type?"

like?

Chu Bainiao lowered her eyelashes. She must like it, right?

After all, I currently have a good impression of her, and just thinking about her makes my heart feel hot.

He picked up the picture book on the shelf and said, "I'm going to go out for a walk."

Under the confused gaze of his senior, he opened the dormitory door and walked out without looking back.

Wander around the school with your sketchbook, and see any meaningful landmark buildings or scenery you like.

He would find a place to sit down, take out a pen and start drawing.

"I didn't expect that you are so good at painting." Zhen stood behind Chu Bainiao at some point and spoke suddenly.

His green eyes swept coldly over the girls around him who were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

She licked her canine teeth with the tip of her tongue, feeling a little unhappy.

This feeling - it's like someone else is eyeing your things.

"Miss Asharindra?"

Chu Bainiao recognized who it was just by listening to the voice. After all, the wizard lady's voice was also very special.

But why is Miss Wizard here?

Jane leaned forward, as if to look at the painting of the boy sitting on the rock.

If you get closer, the scents of your bodies will blend together.

There is a very refreshing fragrance on the other person.

He sat on a stone.

From Jane's perspective, she could see his bulging chest muscles and long, strong arms beneath his wizard robe.

Jane, whose eyes had never fallen on the painting, praised it again: "It's really well drawn."

This is a distance between politeness and ambiguity.

The faint fragrance from the other person came over him, making his throat tighten for no reason.

The wizard lady bent slightly, her golden hair like sunshine hanging down at her sides, and her green eyes looked at him steadily.

"If Miss Ashalindra likes it, I can give you this painting."

painting?