Quick Wear: The Bad Female Supporting Character Is an Evil Cultivator

"My name is Tariq, and I used to be a student of this academy." Tariq answered politely, with a hint of nervousness in his tone. He realized that he had been away for many years, and the people and things in the academy might have changed a lot.

The guard heard this and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Then he looked at Tariq carefully. After a moment, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you have anything to prove your identity?"

Tariq was stunned. He really didn't carry anything that could prove his identity. He had been through a lot over the years. The badges, books, and even his wand that represented his student days had been lost or forgotten in the long river of time. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I... I didn't. But I was indeed a student here. You can ask the teachers in the academy, they may still remember me." Tariq tried to explain, but his voice was full of anxiety.

The guard was unmoved and remained alert: "Sorry, I can't let you in without proof. The academy has regulations that require us to ensure the identity of everyone entering."

Tariq was helpless. He understood the responsibilities of a security guard and the strict regulations of the academy. But at this moment, he urgently needed to see Alice, and the urgency made it almost impossible for him to think about anything else.

He looked around, trying to find other ways to enter the academy, but it was obvious that this ancient academy had a strict defense system, and any illegal intrusion would be severely punished.

Just as Tariq was in despair, a familiar voice came from the side: "Tariq? Is that you?"

He turned around suddenly and saw a middle-aged teacher standing not far away, looking at him with a smile. The teacher was thin and his hair was a little gray, but his eyes still sparkled with wisdom. Tariq recognized him. It was his former mentor, Professor Albert.

"Professor!" Tariq shouted excitedly and walked quickly forward.

Professor Albert smiled and nodded, looked Tariq up and down, then turned to the guard and said, "This is indeed Tariq, my former student. You can let him in."

Upon hearing this, the guard put away his spear, saluted respectfully, and then stepped aside to make way. Tariq looked at Professor Albert with gratitude, then hurried into the college.

Everything in the academy seemed so familiar yet strange. The tall towers, the wide squares, and the winding corridors all seemed to be exactly as he remembered.

The moment Tariq stepped into the college, it was as if he had traveled through a time tunnel and returned to those youthful and dream-filled years.

The sunlight shines through the ancient window lattices and onto the bluestone slabs, which are mottled and colorful. Each spot of light is like a fragment of the past, stirring up ripples in his heart. He slows down his pace and looks at every brick and tile, which carries the memory of the past. The laughter, arguments and discussions seem to still echo in his ears.

He took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the faint scent of books and magic, which was the comfort he most desired in the depths of his soul. Complex feelings surged into his heart like a tide, with nostalgia, emotion, and a subtle bitterness. He closed his eyes, letting the emotion stir in his chest for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already firm.

"Tariq, how have you been these years?" Professor Albert's voice was gentle and concerned, interrupting his thoughts. The professor had a kind smile on his face, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Tariq was slightly startled, then he collected his thoughts and said slowly: "Professor, I have experienced a lot over the years. After leaving the academy, I embarked on a journey of finding myself and the truth. I have traveled all over the world, witnessed countless miracles and challenges, and met many like-minded friends and mentors. But no matter where I go, I can't forget this place, this is where my dream started."

Professor Albert nodded slightly, with a glimmer of approval in his eyes: "I am very happy to hear that you have grown so well, Tariq. The training of the academy is only a small part of your life journey. The real challenges and opportunities are outside. But no matter when and where you are, remember that your roots are here, and the academy will always be your home."

The two walked side by side on the path of the college, surrounded by students hurrying by, some holding books, some talking in low voices, their faces full of youthful radiance. Tariq's eyes stayed on them for a moment, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He seemed to see his own shadow in the past, the thirst for knowledge, the curiosity about the unknown world, and the courage to face difficulties.

"Professor, the reason I came back this time is actually to find someone." Tariq hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell Professor Albert his real purpose.

Professor Albert stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes full of questions: "Oh? Who makes you so worried?"

"It's Alice. She was my classmate and also... an unfulfilled wish in my heart." Tariq's voice was a little low, but his eyes were unusually firm.

Professor Albert heard this and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face: "Alice, I remember her, a smart and kind girl. You two were indeed very close back then, but later... Alas, things change unpredictably."

Tariq's heart tightened, and he asked hurriedly: "Professor, do you know where she is now? I have a lot to say to her."

Professor Albert pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Alice left the school not long ago without saying goodbye, and we don't know where she went."

Tariq's heart suddenly sank, as if being pressed down by an invisible boulder, and his breathing became heavy. He tried to maintain his calmness on the surface, but his clenched fists revealed his inner panic and anxiety.

He looked up at Professor Albert. His deep eyes seemed to contain countless untold stories, but at this moment they seemed so distant and unreachable.

"Leaving without saying goodbye... Why would she do that?" Tariq's voice trembled slightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. Every warm moment he spent with Alice flashed through his mind, those smiles, those conversations, those visions of the future, now all turned into untouchable phantoms.

Professor Albert patted Tariq on the shoulder and gave him a silent comfort. "Tariq, I understand how you feel. But everyone has their own challenges in life. Alice may have her own difficulties. As a teacher, I naturally hope that every student can have smooth sailing, but the reality is often complicated and changeable."

Tariq forced a bitter smile, but the worry in his heart was growing like weeds. "Professor, before she left...did she leave any clues? Or did she tell you where she was going?"

Professor Albert shook his head, frowning slightly, obviously trying to recall. "No, she left very suddenly, with almost no warning. I remember that she came to class as usual that day, and I haven't seen her since. I also tried to contact her, but all her letters were returned, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth."