take the lamb to school

After breaking up with His Royal Highness at noon that day, Yi Ling has been thinking about a question——

To him, what is the difference between His Highness the Prince and Bowen?

Bowen is his good friend, and His Royal Highness is not only his good friend, but also his savior.

Is this the difference His Royal Highness said?

No, not right.

Yi Ling secretly weighed Bowen and His Highness the Prince on the same balance in his heart, and blushed in confusion. He felt that such an idea should not be, but he did see his partiality——His Royal Highness compares It was easier for Bowen to make him compromise, and he liked His Royal Highness more.

It was as if he gave up going to Bowen's house and chose to go to the palace before, not only because Richard was in the palace, but also because...he wanted to see His Royal Highness.

And this time, he "abandoned" Bowen to have lunch with His Royal Highness, just because he wanted to meet and get along with His Highness, no matter what it was to do, whether it was eating or taking a walk, as long as the two of them stayed together In the same small world, that's what he likes.

At this point, Yi Ling suddenly understood, he finally figured it out!

It turns out that His Royal Highness is a better friend than Bowen!

Yi Ling covered her hot face, and walked into the auditorium with a relaxed mood.

In the afternoon, divine art guidance class.

In this class, I learned the quite difficult drifting technique.

"The simplified version of the spell can only allow us to move an object up to a distance of three meters, and this object should not be too bulky, the heavier the greater the probability of failure, children, try it - look at the stationery on your desk , try to float them up!"

Professor Dempsey first gave a demonstration. He raised one of his golden batons into the air and let it dance crookedly in the air.

Everyone laughed together and started to try one after another.

"Look! Myron! Your hat is flying!"

Pamela mischievously stretched out her poisonous hand to the hat of the boy at the same table, raised one hand high above her head and silently recited the drifting spell on the hat, with one hand resting on her chin and showing a sly smile.

Myron at the same table was not angry. He blinked and said very gentlemanly: "This is the honor of the hat, Miss Cronin."

Bowen was still angry about what happened at noon, he didn't pay any attention to Yi Ling's intentions, and tried to float the quill in front of him.

Bowen succeeded.

Ealing stared closely at Bowen's fluttering quill and flew up to the ceiling--there were all kinds of stationery and other messy things of the students gathered there, such as ink bottles, letter paper, brooches, and even girls. flower hat.After hesitating for a few seconds, he took a fancy to a brand new pencil on the desk, and silently recited a long and weird spell.

Ealing did not use the adapted incantation taught by Professor Dempsey. He recited the original incantation, which is the "language of God" that Professor Dempsey only had the opportunity to learn in the second grade.

This spell was learned by Yi Ling from the book His Royal Highness lent him. He tried several times at that time, but because of the difficulty in pronouncing it, he failed every time.

However, he is quite good, after all, as a first-year student, he can actually understand those restless ants-like disordered words!and--

This time, Yi Ling read it all.

I saw that pencil rushed to the ceiling with a "swoosh" and joined the lively stationery gathering. Yi Ling was so excited that he almost jumped up, but his joy was not over yet, when he saw his pencil It turned a corner and fell straight onto a person's head.

"Ouch!" The man cried out in pain, "Who threw the pen?!!"

That man is Lambert, the wayward young master of the Monroe family.

A second ago, Lambert was still smug and flaunting that his shiny and luxurious brooch seemed to fly a little higher than other rags, and a second later, a sudden pencil made his joy suddenly And it stopped.

Lambert angrily patted the table and stood up, staring around with wide eyes: "Who threw the pen?!"

"it's me!"

Yi Ling also stood up. He got up from his seat, walked quickly to Lambert, and said with a worried expression: "My pencil accidentally fell from above, sorry, are you okay, Lambert ?”

At this moment, Yi Ling really felt extremely guilty. He regretted his recklessness. Without being very sure, he shouldn't use a more dangerous spell in front of so many people. The difficulty of the original spell lies in its difficulty. Intelligible, difficult to read, difficult to control.

Yi Ling achieved the first two points, but due to lack of practice, she couldn't control the spell, causing her magic to get out of control.

"Not good, I'm not good at all!" Lambert touched his head, grabbed the culprit and handed it to Yi Ling, saying viciously, "So it was your pencil that hit me! Yi Ling!"

Yi Ling was even more worried when he heard this. He bent down to take the pencil, and apologized again sincerely: "Sorry, Lambert, what can I do for you? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"I don't look at that stuff!" Lambert murmured and raised his chin, but his expression suddenly eased a lot, but his brows were still furrowed.He stared straight at Yiling's face, and Yiling was stared at uncomfortably, thinking that his next sentence would definitely say something like "You lowly commoner", but Lambert sat back directly, "You go. I don't need you to do anything for me."

Yi Ling opened her eyes wide in surprise, thinking she had heard wrong.

Seeing that Yi Ling was motionless, Lambert said ferociously, "Aren't you going?! I can't help it! I can't help scolding you!"

Yi Ling was a little at a loss, he didn't believe that Lambert would be so easy to talk, especially - he did something wrong and hurt Lambert.

At this time, Professor Dempsey came over and said, "Go back, Ealing. When your pencil fell, I blocked it with a hovering technique. Lambert's head was not injured."

As for why he didn't just hover the pencil in the air but let it continue to fall on the young master's head, Professor Demps coughed guiltily. He thought Lambert was too crazy and wanted to punish him a little. he.

"Ah, is that so..." Yi Ling looked at Professor Dempsey, then at Lambert, and returned to his seat in frustration.

Yes, Lambert is not as perseverant as before, but Ealing is not used to it.He felt that he had done something wrong but had no chance to make up for it, and he was secretly blaming himself.

However, Lambert lightly let Yi Ling go, but his followers fought against each other.

A blond boy on Lambert's right stood up angrily, and shouted at Professor Dempsey, "I want to report Ealing for stealing books, Professor Dempsey!"

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Lambert: Hurry up, hurry up, swear words are about to come out!I can't help it! (Hey, you commoner, how dare you hit me on the head with a broken thing @#＊...)