take the lamb to school

After this birthday dinner, Lambert felt that he was more beautiful. He raised his pointed chin all day long, looked at people through his nostrils, and he didn't care about his classmates' dissatisfaction with him. Anyway, he had full capital Proud.

Yi Ling didn't bother to care about others. After studying, he was looking forward to the only meeting with His Royal Highness in the morning every day, just like before.

When their eyes meet, His Royal Highness is no longer expressionless, he will show a subtle smile to his new friend Yi Ling, in the eyes of others, he may just curl the corner of his mouth, Yi Ling But Ling could notice the gentle look in his eyes instantly.

In addition, on Fridays of each week, Ealing also received a note.On the note was written the recent situation of his lamb Richard, including what it ate and what it played, and the handwriting was in the handwriting of His Highness the Prince whom Yiling had seen before.

Yi Ling wanted to take a day off to visit Richard in the palace more than once, but as the end of the term approached, there were more and more homework, and even the holiday was cancelled.

The above is all the interactions between Ealing and Vergar since they became friends.

Although the communication between these two people is currently limited to this, they all feel that they are getting closer to each other from the bottom of their hearts.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

Among the first-year students, Yi Ling has already got rid of the title of "underachiever". He has untied some of the limitations of his talent like a god, and his progress is surprisingly fast, although he is not as good as Bowen and Pamela for a while. He has always been an excellent student, but the rumor that he is a related family can no longer be believed by everyone.

Especially after Yi Ling answered a question about the technique of setting fire.

It was a spell class with the theme of "fire". Professor Dempsey improvised an in-class quiz and randomly selected students to answer it.

Professor Dempsey's teaching style has always been unconventional, and this time is no exception.

The topics he drew up were weird and varied.There are questions like "how is fire born" that have absolutely nothing to do with magic, and questions like "whether fire and water are absolutely incompatible" are full of thinking traps.

The students were dizzy by the sudden quiz questions.The consequence of insufficient preparation is that almost everyone fails to achieve full marks.

When it was Ealing's turn, Professor Dempsey gave——

"Which kind of divine art is easily confused with the fire ignition art?"

Strictly speaking, this topic does not belong to the learning category of the first grade. Even the most basic fire-igniting technique, what the first graders learn is a simplified version. How can we talk about other similar magical skills?Professor Dempsey didn't expect anyone to be able to answer it. He just wanted to use this question as a starting point to spread some extended knowledge points to the students.

Therefore, when the former underachiever Yi Ling accurately answered the correct answer of "drying technique", Professor Dempsey didn't react for a while.

"Oh, oh... Yiling, I really didn't expect that!" Professor Dempsey's mouth was stuck for a while, and then he waved his hands exaggeratedly, "Hey! Congratulations! You answered this question correctly."

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium classroom.

Bowen looked at his deskmate with admiration, and exclaimed: "Yi Ling, you always bring me a lot of surprises recently. We haven't learned this question before, right? How did you know?!"

Professor Dempsey also asked enthusiastically: "Son, what Bowen asked is exactly what I wanted to ask. I remember that you have not learned any spells related to the drying technique, so how did you know these two divine spells?" similar?"

Yi Ling replied silently in her heart: This is all thanks to the blessing of His Royal Highness, I am just a victim.

He couldn't forget how His Royal Highness used the fire technique to fake the drying technique to scare him when he was a cat.

"Professor, a friend of mine told me this. Actually, I don't know what the drying spell is." Yi Ling smiled sheepishly.

"Tch! So it's just luck!" Lambert wrinkled his nose contemptuously, "I thought Yi Ling was relying on his own real talent to learn."

"But it doesn't affect your answer to this question, Ealing..." Professor Dempsey opened the scoring booklet, wrote something on it with a pen dipped in ink, and read at the same time, "Ealing, answer Correct, full marks out of ten!"

Pamela, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and applauded Yiling: "Well done, Yiling! You are the first one with a perfect score in this test!"

After she finished speaking, she gave Lambert a blank look, and snorted disdainfully: "It's not like some people who are usually so proud that they want everyone to read the "Biography of Duke Truman", but unfortunately their grades have not improved. It seems that there is no way to reproduce the glory of his father."

As soon as Pamela said this, everyone in the classroom secretly laughed tacitly. "Biography of Duke Truman" is a biography written and released by a famous poet a month ago. The protagonist is Lambert's father, Duke Truman.Lambert promoted this book a lot in the classroom, and even brought a special copy in the public bookcase.

Ealing actually wanted to read that book, but he didn't touch the one on the public bookcase because Bowen brought a copy from home to lend him.

Lambert was so annoyed that he was about to jump up. What he hated most was that people used his father's excellence to ridicule his mediocrity, but this was the truth. He had no choice but to stare at Pamela. He rolled Yi Ling's eyes.

In Lambert's mind, Pamela was certainly hateful, but Ealing was even more hateful than Pamela.Yi Ling is obviously a lowly commoner, but his attitude towards him is not respectful at all, and he has no self-knowledge at all.

"Okay, be quiet! Let's continue!" Professor Dempsey's shrewd eyes wandered around the classroom. It's not that he is ignorant of the conflicts among these students, it's just that the students' identities are so different that he can't see clearly. What's more, the children's spirits are only in these small things, and who hasn't come from that age.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the mid-year holiday.

The school year of Red Thorn College lasts for eight months, with one semester every four months. There is a half-month long holiday in the middle of the year to celebrate the Wanhua Festival in Mingsalu.

Since Ai Liang is too far away from Mingsaru, it takes at least 20 days to go back and forth, half a month's vacation is not enough for Yi Ling to go home, so he plans to stay in the dormitory for the half month.

Bowen did invite him to visit Gould's house, but Eiling hesitated for two days and still did not agree.

First, he had a plan to go back to the palace to visit Richard, and second, he thought it would be impolite to disturb someone else's house for so long—even if the object of the disturbance was his good friend.

Bowen was extremely disappointed, but he didn't say much. When the holiday came, the two reluctantly said goodbye. After Yi Ling watched Bowen leave school, he sat on the desk in front of the window and began to organize his textbooks.

Suddenly, something knocked on the window, Yi Ling opened the window, the gauze curtain was blown onto his face by the wind, and a white rose flew in and landed on the table.

Taking a closer look, the white rose was made of paper, and Yi Ling smiled knowingly, guessing who sent it.

He carefully opened the rose, and saw the note read:

See you at the palace tomorrow, Richard misses you very much.