take the lamb to school

"It's time for me to go to class. I will not accompany you, Your Highness."

Yi Ling said while buttoning up his buttons.

He was glad that he still put the badge and the whistle in the dormitory, and was not caught by His Highness the Prince.

The person in front of him was the benefactor he liked and wanted to get close to, but he was facing him with another face.

He is so sad now.

The whole person was gray and wet, and a ridiculous grievance flowed from his heart.

He bowed his knees, turned and walked away.

For some reason, Virgal did not become aggressive any more, and just said lightly behind him: "I think you are the former owner of Snowball, but since it came to me, it is my pet. Wait for it to come back next time." Come back, I won't give it a chance to leave."

Yi Ling stopped in her tracks, clenched her fists, and hummed softly.

Snowball will not go back.

See what you do.

He ran to the path that led to the Queen Mary's Building, and saw Bowen waiting there, looking anxious.

"You're back! Yiling!"

Bowen held his friend's hand and said with concern: "How are you talking with His Royal Highness the Second Prince? Did he bully you?"

Yi Ling's tears fell instantly, and the teardrops formed a line, dripping down the front of the front along the jaw line.

"I think... I may have lost a very important friend to me, Bowen."

"When you say friend, do you mean His Royal Highness the Second Prince?" Bowen questioned.

"...No." Yi Ling lowered his head, he didn't tell the truth.Since he discovered the wonderful ability of the whistle, he seems to tell more and more lies.

It's all about covering up that thing.

It's not good, and Uncle Mike will be disappointed if he finds out.

"Don't worry, Bowen. His Royal Highness the Second Prince didn't embarrass me. There was just a misunderstanding between us and we didn't make it clear."

"Then why didn't you make it clear?" Bowen became more and more puzzled, his friend's half-hidden attitude really made him scratch his head.Yi Ling is just an ordinary commoner, how could he have an intersection with a prince?Also, since Yi Ling wasn't troubled, why did she act so depressed when she came back?

"I, I can't say, Bowen." Yi Ling felt extremely painful, the feeling of keeping a secret in silence was really uncomfortable.

Yes to His Royal Highness, and also to Bowen.

"Okay, let's go to class soon, we'll be late soon." Bowen gently took Yi Ling's hand, and forced a smile. He turned his head, and the shadow of the sculpture in the flower bed fell on his handsome face, making him Yi Ling couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yi Ling silently followed him, feeling extremely guilty.

"Do you really consider me a good friend, Yiling?"

Bowen walked ahead with a gloomy face.

*

Ealing had no doubts that his best friend from Redwhistle Academy, Bowen, was having trouble with him.

Although they still go to class and eat together every day, Yi Ling knows something is different.

Bowen stopped joking with him, and the cheerful and tolerant Bowen put on a mask in front of him.

And Ealing couldn't blame him.

If it were him, he would be unhappy if his good friend kept hiding things from him again and again.

He cautiously flattered Bowen in his own way, trying to maintain this seemingly precarious friendship.

At breakfast, Ealing would share sausages from his own plate with Bowen. Bowen once said that the sausages made in the school cafeteria had a unique flavor. too much.

In class, Ealing and Bowen were paired together and would praise him often, more than before.In fact, as a nobleman, Bowen did learn very well, not to mention those noble courses that cultivate his sentiments, even the divine arts tutorial course, he also learned well - both belong to the gold element, and his talent is higher than that of Ealing too much.

Oh, speaking of which, Professor Dempsey has already started teaching some simple spells.

For example, spells that quickly condense talents into weapons.

These incantations were condensed by the predecessors, and then transformed into human language, so that beginners could learn basic divine arts without having to read the library's divine arts books—the divine arts limited to talent.

Professor Dempsey said that basic divine arts are born out of talent and are limited by talent, which is the cornerstone of entry.A person whose talent is the gold element can only use the gold element, and a person whose talent is the sound can only use the sound.That's all the first graders learn.

After the second grade, students can go in and out of the library on their own and borrow books on divine arts. At that time, the understanding of the "language of God" will be another door.As much as you comprehend, you can learn as much.Only by surpassing the limit of talent can one become an excellent magician.

We already know that Ealing's talent is extremely bad.

This got him a lot of teasing in the class.Mainly from Lambert and his fans.

The "indissoluble bond" formed on the first day of school made Lambert dislike everything in Ealing, as if they were born to be opposites.

Lambert himself is very strange. Although he always walks with his nostrils up, he has never targeted a person like this.

That kind of disgust from the bottom of his heart made him want to severely belittle and suppress Yi Ling.

"Exhaust your imagination, use your strength as soon as possible while reciting the spell silently, and create a weapon that belongs to you. Anything can be done. Even if it disappears in three seconds."

Professor Demps announced loudly in class.

This is undoubtedly a very interesting class for first-year students who are new to the hall of divine arts.

Bowen got started quickly, he condensed a sharp dagger in a very short time, almost just a few blinks of Yiling's eyes.

"You are too powerful, Bowen!" Yi Ling leaned over, looked at Bowen's face, and then touched the dagger. It was scorching hot, but he didn't feel it was hot.

The land under the rule of the God of Light will not be afraid of everything related to light.

Here, gold is the color of light, and scorching is the heat of light.

Bowen glanced at him lightly: "If you like it, I will give it to you. But I don't know how long it will last."

"I can't, what a meaningful thing this is," Yi Ling leaned against Bowen's hand, deliberately staring at him with admiring eyes, trying to make him smile, "You are really amazing, Bowen. I envy you so much."

His beautiful eyes were very charming, Bowen's eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and the roots of his ears began to heat up, he turned his gaze: "...um."

The curvature of the corner of the mouth was slightly raised in an imperceptible gesture.

"Look over there, Pamela made a trombone! A real invisible trombone made of sounds!" Yi Ling became excited, and patted Bowen to signal him to look in Pamela's direction.

The trombone has no substance, just a translucent frame, shining with a faint golden light, only Pamela can touch it.

She tentatively blew a note, and the note wobbled around most of the auditorium classroom, attracting everyone's attention, and finally hit Lambert's head with a slap and dissipated.

"……Ha ha ha ha!"

"Looks like Pamela's note likes Lambert!"

Everyone laughed in good faith.

Putting it on other people might just laugh with the students, but Lambert blushed and looked angrily at the instigator Pamela: "Look at what you did, Pamela! Please apologize to me! "

Pamela wrinkled her nose: "I don't think I hurt you, it was just an accident. Of course, if you want me to apologize, I can only do so."

She combed her brown wavy hair casually with her hands, and her beautiful face was full of smiles, but what she said could irritate people: "I, Pamela Cronin, sincerely apologize to Mr. Monroe's head, and I implore I can get your forgiveness."

There was another burst of laughter in the classroom.

Lambert patted the table and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Professor Dempsey.

"Well, Lambert, didn't Pamela apologize? Show your gentlemanly demeanor."

A small dispute stopped here.

Ealing secretly said to Bowen: "Pamela is a wonderful girl. Talented, beautiful, and very smart, but she was never a bully like Lambert."

Bowen frowned and said, "Yes, she is such a good person. Do you like her very much?"

"Like it?" Yi Ling thought for a while, "Well, I really like her. I appreciate her just as much as I appreciate you. You are all my guiding lights."

"It's not like this, it's—" Bowen paused.

"Which kind do you like?" Yi Ling asked curiously.

Bowen lowered his head: "...I don't know either. Forget it, don't ask me, this topic has changed, okay?"

Yi Ling still wants to ask: "What kind of liking is it? Are there many kinds of liking?"

He wanted to see Bowen's face, but Bowen raised his wide sleeve to cover his face: "Don't look at me, concentrate on your class, Yiling!"

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10: Bowen is really weird.