Genshin Impact simulation, the Shura field is endless

"Alright, young apprentices. Since there are a few newcomers here who need to be taken care of, I will just teach you some basic knowledge in this class. You can listen if you want, and feel free to do so if you don't want to."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and with slightly gray hair stood in front of the stage and spoke slowly.

After saying that, he glanced at Yu Xiuwen deliberately.

One of the newcomers naturally refers to him.

Inar made a special effort to greet him.

Most of the people in the audience naturally didn't care. Some were reading books, some went out to practice spells, or do other things.

As I said before, this is just a public lecture, not a school, so there are not so many rules.

As one of the best apprentices, Vicilin sat in his place obediently, occasionally glancing at the young man beside him.

Well, the more I look at it, the better it looks.

The priest on the stage looked at Vicilin in confusion. Why was she sitting next to the new guy?

And you are so honest. You must have already learned what I am talking about this time, right?

Forget it. Shaking his head, the priest didn’t think much about it and officially started the lecture.

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The knowledge in this class is all basic knowledge for beginners, including various common terms for the Smoke Master spell, things to pay attention to when casting spells, how to use spiritual power...

Yu Xiuwen listened very carefully.

There is no dedicated textbook, so I can only take notes on my own.

Put aside the things you don't understand for the time being, and wait until the priest lets you think about it, then ask Vicilin.

"Have you been looking at me?"

After coming out of his concentration on recording, Yu Xiuwen felt a wave of fixed gazes.

Next to her, Vikkilin's face flushed, with a hint of an inexplicable smile.

"Ah! No no no, no no, I was just in a daze."

Vicilin came to her senses and waved her hands frantically.

But this only makes the situation more obvious.

Yu Xiuwen narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then asked worriedly, "You seemed sleepy before? Now your face is still so red and you're still dazed. Are you sick?"

"Eh? Probably."

Vicilin, who had originally wanted to reject it, thought it was a good excuse and accepted it as he wished.

When Yu Xiuwen heard this, his worry became even more intense: "Then you should go back and rest. Your face is so red, could it be that you have a fever?"

"No, no, it's okay, it's not uncomfortable. By the way, if you don't know anything, just ask me."

Vicilin shook her head repeatedly, showing great resistance.

Go back? No, no, she still wants to stay with him for a while longer.

Although I feel sweet inside because of such care, I still ask her to refuse.

"You can't put off treating your illness... Never mind. My apologies."

Seeing her persistence, Yu Xiuwen simply reached out his hand and covered her head, intending to test the temperature.

"!!!"

Vicilin's eyes widened, and her face became even redder.

Warm touch...

He touched me, touched me, touched me!

So gentle, so hot, so shy.

Although she wasn't sick, Vicilin felt really dizzy.

Especially since he seemed to have a faint mint scent on him, which intoxicated her spirit.

Yu Xiuwen touched it carefully a few times and frowned.

"Hmm... a little hot, but not high, low grade fever?"

"Look, I said it's okay, right?"

When her hand left her forehead, Vicilin felt a sense of loss in her heart, but she did not show this feeling, she just said.

"So, don't waste time, tell me what you don't know."

"...Okay. But if you feel unwell, please tell me. You can't put it off until you're sick."

"Yeah, don't worry."

She wasn't sick at all, so how could she be in trouble?

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The priest was walking back and forth in the room, answering questions raised from time to time by the apprentices.

He had originally planned to take special care of Yu Xiuwen, but after seeing the intimacy between Weiqilin and Yu Xiuwen, he stopped.

Then he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

What did he see?

Vicilin, the "invincible" Vicilin, the most talented young rookie besides Sitrali, is being patted on the head?

The other young people who were looking over there were just as surprised as he was.

What do you call this, a thorny rose being picked?

The Demon King was defeated by the hero?

Or is it just a misunderstanding?

No matter what everyone thought, the two of them returned to normal after what could be considered an intimate interaction.

Or it can be said that it is still abnormal.

Vicilin was actually teaching the newcomer patiently.

Is this something that Vicilin, who always says that anyone who challenges her is a fool, could do?

They would rather believe that she was plotting something.

But no matter what, the facts are before their eyes and they have no choice but to believe it.

In the delicate atmosphere, Weiqilin answered Yu Xiuwen's questions as if no one was around.

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Secret love is a sweet and happy process, but also a sour one.

You will be distracted by the other person's every move, and disturbed by his or her unintentional words and have wild thoughts.

Happy, sad, all because of that one person.

This is unspeakable love.

After the class, Yu Xiuwen said goodbye to Viklin and Xitlari.

In the setting sun, Vicilin stood with his hands behind his back in the brilliant golden light, waving goodbye reluctantly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, lifting the hair and sparkling with the sun's light.

The melancholy unique to dusk comes with the wind, and in the ocean of the heart, faint ripples spread into the distance.

"Like a fool."

Xitlari held the book and stared at Yu Xiuwen's receding back for a while, then turned to look at the dazed Vicilin.

"You are as unforgiving as ever."

Vicilin smiled helplessly.

"So, what do you say?"

As she walked towards her home, Sitrali asked, "Are you really attracted to him?"

"Ah."

This time, Vicilin did not deny it and walked side by side with Xitrali.

The sunset is gorgeous, but not ostentatious.

In the afterglow, she whispered her feelings to her friends and the sky.

Although she had expected this, a hint of surprise still flashed in Xitlal's eyes.

"What's the reason? It can't just be because of his face."

"Of course not only that."

Vicilin shook her head.

Under the veil of light, she was silent for a moment, then smiled sweetly, with tears in her eyes.

"Looks are one thing. I admit I fell in love with him at first sight, but I also like his personality. You know, his tone and actions are so gentle. From some small details, you can see that he cares about other people's feelings."

"Besides, he's also very smart. He was able to quickly apply what he learned today. Objectively speaking, he might be as talented as me."

With both talent and beauty, and impeccable character, Vicilin had to admit that she was attracted to him.

Xitlari raised an eyebrow. "It's obviously our first meeting, are you so sure?"

"Of course," Vicilin said without hesitation, "That's a feeling, you know? He's my destined one."

As a mage, she believes in fate.

To outsiders, this relationship seemed a bit hasty.

But love is so unreasonable.

"I think I must have him."

"Oh, maybe you just have a whim, and you won't feel that way after a while."

“…I won’t do that!”

This guy, can't he hope for something good?