take the lamb to school

Returning to school again, Yiling's mentality has changed a lot.

For Bowen, he is more empathetic; for his studies, he also wants to work harder and do better than he is now.

Virgar fully supported him, not only sent his own textbooks, but also lent him some out-of-print books privately owned by the royal family.

Yi Ling raced against time to absorb knowledge, and often stayed up after getting up early, before taking a nap, and at night. His state made Bowen, who was inseparable from him every day, very puzzled.

"Why are you working so hard?" Bowen said, "We are only first-year students, everyone else is still learning the basics, and you... Hey, let me read your book-you are actually learning second-year magic arts! "

Bowen looked at the ant characters on the page in amazement, with an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost: "You have established 'synaesthesia'?!"

"Yes."

Yi Ling didn't want to hide it anymore, it was a bit tiring to try her best to pretend to be a normal first-year student.

"...This is really..." Bowen was a little speechless. He tried his best to calm down his excitement, and asked Yi Ling, "When?"

"To be precise, last semester." Yi Ling replied.

"Oh! Oh!" Bowen jumped up, his face flushed with excitement, and he danced. "You're a genius! You're a genius, you know?! Before you, I never heard anyone play together." Grades can establish 'synesthesia', you are the first one I know!"

"I……"

Yi Ling silently watched his friend pacing back and forth in the room, thinking: If Bowen knew that my mother was the Moon God, he would definitely faint.

Bowen stopped suddenly, and said puzzledly: "Why didn't you tell Professor Dempsey? In the early stage of establishing 'synaesthesia', many people would feel uncomfortable and confused, and they needed an experienced senior to guide them. Don't you There's none?"

Yi Ling recalled that she fell asleep all day when she saw the "language of God" for the first time, and nodded: "Yes. But I didn't understand these at the time, and no one guided me. I just slept for a day, and then Almost there."

Bowen muttered strangely: "After sleeping all day...you adapt so quickly."

"Well, is it?"

"At least, my brother Osmond got used to it for a month," Bowen said. "Eilling, since you are so good, shouldn't it be easier for you to learn? You learned everything in the first grade, then What did you study in the second and third grades?"

Yi Ling pursed her lips and smiled, and said seriously: "Because my goal is not to finish the knowledge taught by the teachers, but to have infinite knowledge. Time is very important to me, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."

"Too late?" Bowen said. "You're only 16, Ealing! You still have a lot of time! You've worked so hard..."

I was in time, my mother Diane was too late.

Yi Ling thought.

She waited for me for 16 years and couldn't wait any longer.

*

Amidst his busy schedule, Yi Ling took the time to visit the dean's office. He had some questions that Mr. Hudson, the dean, needed to answer personally.

About acceptance letters, about Diane.

Sitting at the table, Mr. Hudson put down the pen in his hand when he saw Yi Ling come in, and said lovingly, "What do you want from me, child? Have you been bullied?"

"I have not been bullied, Mr. Hudson," Ealing bowed to him, "I want to ask you a few questions, and I hope you can clarify my doubts."

"Oh?" Mr. Hudson stroked his neatly trimmed beard. "Please."

Yiling said: "The first question, why did you give me such a precious opportunity to a commoner with no talent?"

"That's easy to explain," said Mr. Hudson. "I see your potential, boy."

"Then," Yi Ling clenched her hands nervously, "where did you know about me? Who told you——in remote Airliang, there is a... kid with potential like me? I didn't know me at the time. No registration."

Mr. Hudson: "..."

Mr. Hudson looked inquiringly, and asked tentatively: "It sounds like you know something serious, boy?"

Yi Ling exhaled, clenched her hands into fists and pressed them to her chest, "I see. I saw her."

"Her?" Mr. Hudson tapped on the table. "Tell me, who is she?"

"She is my mother. I saw my mother." Yi Ling said.

Mr. Hudson's beard trembled, his eyes sparkled, and he stood up abruptly. "Where did you see her, boy?"

Ealing took a step back and said defensively, "I hope you can answer my question first, Mr. Hudson."

Mr. Hudson smiled slightly: "Of course."

"You may not know that I used to be an envoy of the Temple of the Moon God. One day more than ten years ago, the Moon God revealed to me in a dream that her child was left behind in a small town called Ai Liang. Take you back to Minsaru when you grow up, and don't attract anyone's attention."

"It didn't take long for the Moon God's seat to collapse, and the night of the entire continent became dim."

"No one knows what happened, only Turio and I know..."

Turio!

Ealing couldn't wait to interrupt Mr. Hudson, "Wait! Where is the Turio you mentioned now?"

Mr. Hudson gave Ealing a complicated look: "Don't you know? Tullio is the famous Duke Truman. This is the name he used when he went to school."

Mr. Hudson seemed to have a bad opinion of Duke Truman, with a distinct sneer when he said "big name".

"Since you have met your mother, you should also know who your father is, he—"

"I don't know!" Yi Ling begged, "Please don't mention him again, and continue to talk about my mother, Mr. Hudson."

Yi Ling felt a little uncomfortable.

He had met Duke Truman several times before, and they talked, but Duke Truman did not tell him the truth.He even fabricated another biological father, saying that he was entrusted by others.

Duke Truman probably didn't want to recognize him at all.

In this case, he should act as if he didn't know.

Mr. Hudson sighed: "Gods are ruthless and desireless. When a god has selfishness, he is no longer qualified, and the position of god is destined to be unstable. The moon god has an affair with human beings, which is a disaster. Love destroyed her."

"How can we save her?" Yi Ling asked anxiously.

"I do not know."

Mr. Hudson said: "The connection between gods and people is weak. Tullio won the favor of the moon god, so he was able to master the language of the gods, and thus became a top student. But it didn't belong to him after all, so he couldn't do it." Readable books. But you are different, boy."

"You were born for that world. Perhaps, you can find a way."

Mr. Hudson took out an ancient key from a locked drawer and handed it to Ealing.

"This key can open all the doors in the library of Red Thorn College."

Yi Ling looked at the key longingly, swallowed, and ran out rationally to stop him: "But I'm a first-year student."

Mr. Hudson said with a smile: "Since an exception has already been made for you, what does it matter again?"

Yi Ling bowed gratefully: "Thank you!"

"Now, my dear boy, can you answer my question?" said Mr. Hudson playfully.

what is the problem?

Yi Ling's mind went blank for a moment, and she searched out their conversation records, and then said with a smile: "The northern suburb of Mingsalu, Lime Forest, I saw her in the Moon God Temple there."

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Feeling, although it is very inspirational to turn a poor student into a good student, but in 10, his starting line is already far ahead of others.