become gay magic

The professor of botany on the stage explained the contents of the textbook in detail, his voice was a little hoarse after drinking hookah, blending in with the specially arranged classroom full of green and vitality.In this class known for its hypnosis, he half-squatted on the table, with drooping eyelids and drowsy.

This is the scene when he was still in the academy.

Dylan had had enough of this photo, and turned the brown paper bag upside down, letting all the contents slide to the floor.

Sure enough, it was all photos.Dylan's eyes widened.He had more or less guessed it.But I didn't expect that the number would be so many...

These never-before-seen photographs are simple in composition and clear in content.He is either talking to people, or in class, or smiling, and every picture is very natural, without the meaning of posing.Because he really didn't know that he was in someone else's camera.

After several inspections, Dylan came to the conclusion that these were secretly filmed in the academy.

He looked towards the Paladin Commander, expecting an explanation, but there was nothing in the room except the sound of heavy breathing.

No one spoke.

However, the therapist at the bedside finally got the blood sample and excitedly picked up the medicine box. He didn't notice the weird atmosphere at all, and ran past the two of them, saying "I'll be back later" and came to the door , climbed over that table and went out.

Ding Le really...has to leave at this time...it feels even more awkward to leave only the two of them...

Dylan licked his mouth, but finally couldn't hold back, and broke the silence first.

"Are these pictures you took, Ted?"

Now that strange sense of awe was completely, utterly gone.Dylan couldn't believe it himself.

Tad looked at the ground, not him.

"Yes, it was all taken by me."

"I see."

"Oh." Ted smiled suddenly, "Your thoughts are showing on your face now." He still didn't raise his head, his chin rested directly on his knees, "Pervert. Right. I'm really a shameless pervert, And I'm not under any damn magic."

Pervert...?Dylan thought, bewildered. Even he couldn't explain how he was feeling.

Although it was difficult to understand the existence of the photo, for some reason he didn't feel particularly offended.Even after the initial shock, there was hardly any fluctuation, as if dulled.He couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a weird thing.

"Can you tell me why?" That was the question he really wanted to know.

Dylan tried to look at the man across from him, "Why are you doing this?"

There was a long silence on the other side before speaking again.

"You can't understand, Dylan."

Saying that, Ted raised his head.

In addition to fatigue, there is despair on the face.

"Did you know that Repa and his fiancée were engaged ten years ago? But they never got married because Repa was worried that his wife would become a widow. And a widow with a child, even if the condition No matter how good it is, it will be difficult to find a man who treats her sincerely."

"Oh." Dylan was slightly moved, but his face was expressionless. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Probably not," Thad sighed. "Just an old man's ramblings."

Dylan fell silent, letting the raving gradually prolong, echoing clearly throughout the messy space.

"I first met you about three years ago."

The last year of college, Dylan thought, matched the period in the photographs.

"I have to admit that my original motivation for going to the academy had nothing to do with you. That time I went to the academy purely to visit an old friend who loved stargazing as much as he loved life. This old friend was the first The principal of a magic academy, who is busy all day long, is much more free now. Of course, what I want to talk about is the situation at that time.

At that time, I returned to Mabia to start my vacation, and it happened that this old friend invited me to visit, saying that he would show me the scenery of the campus.I am not interested in any campus scenery, but I am willing to reminisce about the old days.I just went to the appointment.

When I got to the door, I saw a girl in a student uniform come out and walk away with a middle-aged man.

I stared at their backs for a while, and was suddenly patted on the shoulder.It's my old friend coming!

He smiled and led me into the campus, and he did not break his promise, he took me around several times, and proudly introduced the achievements of the teachers and facilities.I listened to it all, but didn't remember a single word.Then we ate in the cafeteria, just like normal staff and students.

After sunset, I drank tea in his office, talked about my plan, and watched him review documents by the way.

However, the old friend soon grew sleepy, mocking himself as lazy at an early age.

To cheer him up, he started talking to me about his favorite topic: stargazing.

In fact, there were no stars to behold that day.This old friend had to tell me in the form of a story, "You can't imagine what a stupid thing I did this year. 』

I asked, 'What stupid thing? 』

He said, 'I bought a photobox. 』

I asked, 'How is that stupid? 』

He said, 'Because I want to use it to see the stars clearly. 』

I said, 'OK, this is kind of stupid. 』

Then I laughed out loud.

I guess I had a bad laugh, or maybe he really cared about it, because his expression can be described as annoyed.

"You're making fun of me! ’ He said, ‘I bet you, an old antique born in the last century, don’t even know how to use a photo box! 』

I said, 'Why don't I know?Technology products are so popular now, I have been exposed to a lot of them as soon as I came back to Mabia. 』

He said, 'You also know how to use a photobox? 』

I said, 'I don't know, but I'm sure I'll learn it soon. 』

Out of the mentality of verification, he found out the photo box and handed it to me.

"If you can take a picture of a star, I will give it to you. 』

I shook my head amusedly, not really wanting this thing.But his big talk goes too far.How can he conclude that I am not up to date?Is it because I'm outside all the time?God is sorry, I am a few years younger than him.

So I took the photo box and went to the roof to study the iron box alone.

Using the photobox was harder than I thought it would be.I thought it was enough to just know which is the button.But there are more buttons than I imagined.And each button serves multiple functions.As long as the interface changes, the functions will change accordingly.

It took me half an hour to figure out how to generate a photo.

This is different from what I originally imagined, the photos will not be generated automatically, it seems that they can only be stored in the iron box.

At this moment, all the dark clouds in the sky came out, and I couldn't help but feel depressed when I looked up and couldn't see anything.

It looks like I'm losing the bet.

I was blowing the cold wind on the roof for a while, and was about to go downstairs when I suddenly saw a figure appearing in the building next door.

The figure was wearing a student uniform, thin and haggard. Even in such a light environment, I could tell that the other person was a girl. Coincidentally, I had seen her earlier at the gate of the college.

But what is this girl doing on the roof in the middle of the night?

I was very surprised, so I stopped and watched.

She walked straight ahead and sat down on the protected edge, one leg draped over the other.Since I wasn't standing directly opposite her, and it was dark all around, she didn't see me. She just lowered her eyes and admired the scenery of the earth from a high altitude.

I don't know what she's thinking, but I have a hunch it's not a good thing.

In this way, she sat on the roof for a long time, maybe 10 to [-] minutes, during which various thoughts flashed through my mind.I thought maybe I should go down at once and tell my old friend about it.But what if she just wanted to come and have a quiet time, and didn't intend to commit suicide?

I was in a dilemma, and could neither move forward nor retreat.I think it's much easier to fight than this.At least for the enemy, I don't need to work hard to distinguish what they want to do, just kill them, otherwise they will kill me and my comrades.

I had no choice but to stay where I was and observe her movements.

If she acts impulsively, I think I'll call her down.

There was the sound of the door opening.I subconsciously looked back and found that it was not the gate of my building.

So I turned around and saw a second person appear on that rooftop.Also wearing student uniform.

Under the barrier of darkness, I could only vaguely distinguish that the second person should be a boy.

He was as thin as a wicker, but not very tall, and he carried two small pots in his hand.

When he found that there was already someone on the rooftop, he was obviously stunned.The girl probably sensed his presence, but she didn't look back, still immersed in her own world.He stepped forward cautiously and looked at the girl from the side, showing a look of surprise.

"Polly? ’ he asked, ‘what are you doing here? 』

She didn't make a sound, but her overlapping calves were separated, swaying slightly under the roof.

He thought for a moment, then squatted down beside her, "Failed?" 』

When he looked at her sideways, he got a silent shake of his head.

"Could it be that your gambler father is looking for you again? 』

She trembled automatically, then slowly nodded her head.

He sighed.Other than that, he didn't do anything else.An infectious silence spread between the two of them.I couldn't help speculating that they knew each other well, they should be classmates and friends, so he must understand what was bothering her.But even knowing what the problem is, it is not always possible to solve it, not only for the person involved, but also for the outsider.

"I know what to do.From the day I entered school, I decided to cut ties with him. ’ she began, ‘but it’s harder than I thought, much harder.Every time he came to me, he always asked me for money.I have nothing left but that little scholarship.Just today, I finally got up the courage to tell him, don't come to me again, and I won't give him money to gamble.Then... Hearing him scold me at that time felt nothing... But now I suddenly realize that my father, the only family I have left in this world, has really left me. 』

After finishing speaking, she covered her face and began to cry.

It has nothing to do with what they have learned, what they know, what they do.As long as you are born as a human being and live under the sun, you will never be able to get rid of the pursuit of shadows.And those shadows hatched thousands of painful faces, which set off the sunshine so sweetly.

He picked up the jar sideways and opened it on his own.

"Would you like some red currant cake?" 』

This irrelevant sentence made her raise her head in a daze.

One jar contained pastries and the other contained juice.

She nodded wholeheartedly, with tears still on her face, she began to eat in small bites.

She didn't realize it until the cake and juice were gone.

"Hold...Sorry...Dylan...This should be your supper, right. 』

He smiled slightly, "It's okay, I did too much at noon. 』

She stood up, as if embarrassed, and lowered her voice when she spoke.

I'm standing on the rooftop here, and I need to pay more energy to hear their conversation.Now she intentionally lowered her voice, and he also whispered in response, so I couldn't hear what they were talking about.But I'm guessing there were words of gratitude in there.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright lights from the sky scattered to the top of the building, illuminating the faces of the two men.

I saw a flower-like side face exuding a gentle and sweet breath, like hot milk overflowing in a cup.When she threw herself into his arms, I felt strangely jealous, because that look was directed at Polly only.What if I were Polly?Can I get a hug too?

Not long after, the two separated and walked towards the rooftop door side by side.

I stared at his back without blinking, knowing that he was about to disappear from sight.

As if aware of it, he suddenly stopped, turned his head slowly, and glanced at my position.

And I, guessing the direction where his gaze shifted, hid behind a nearby flower stand one step ahead of time.

I don't think he saw me, because after a few seconds, there was the sound of the roof door opening and closing.

When I faced the black muzzle of a gun, I was not afraid of being hit by another glowing magic bullet.

But now, I am afraid of a boy's gaze.

I dare not be looked at by him.

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