Jiuyou Academy.
Dean's Office.
Lao Yao sat behind the wide desk, patiently and meticulously stuffed the cigarette pot with tobacco. The slender golden dragon struggled and howled at the old wizard's fingertips, and then was stuffed into the cigarette pot little by little without any resistance.
It is extremely small, but it gives people a thrilling feeling.
However, Professor Yao's eyes did not fall on the tobacco or the tobacco pot. Instead, he raised his head, squinted his eyes, stared at the unstable smoke above his head, and looked at the floating lights flashing through the smoke, his eyes were filled with emotion: "—No wonder everyone wants to be a legend so much. It's not a legend, how can you know where life is really exciting?"
"Legends represent responsibility and obligation, not letting you peek at students' gossip!"
A voice of blame rang in the dean's ears. The next second, Professor Aimah's oppressive figure once again filled the office, which was originally slightly empty. The dark red and silver white divided the room into distinct halves: "—You have the extra energy to watch children play house games, so why not divide the area and care about the project of the Fringe Academy."
Professor Yao's eyes finally moved away from the smoke above his head.
“Can I participate in that project too?”
He looked at Professor Emma with a little playful look: "In addition, I am not peeking at the students' gossip, but understanding the true meaning of magic... Just like the words you said to me in this office last time, 'Sacrifice is an ancient magic, following the principle of equivalent exchange of magic' - the principle of equivalent exchange, which is everywhere in the entire field of magic."
He seemed to be teasing the 'equivalent exchange' between two young witches just happened on campus.
It seems to be emphasizing something next to it.
Professor Aimah was silent.
"The new project of the Fringe Academy has attracted a lot of attention in the league."
She did not answer the voice-over of the office owner in a positive way, with a faint expression and said to herself: "--To protect the results of the school, we must unite. Ms. Shi Hui can keep the Great Wizards Conference neutral. But Mr. Ruoyu and I can't cope with the covetousness of the Wizards Council, the Moonlight Council and the Dark Council at the same time. You are the legend of the school and need to maintain the same rhythm as the school in this matter."
"so?"
Lao Yao sneered, stuffed his pipe into his mouth, and took a heavy breath. The golden dragons turned from red to black in the silent howling sound, turning into thin ashes, curled up into balls.
Professor Aimah was silent for a moment, and finally retreated to the red line she had prepared for: "——Since I am standing here today, you should understand what it means. Just like the mark of Atlas, I also think that the shape of the triangle is the most stable."
The dean of Jiuyou Academy hahaha: "I think you are more suitable for Atlas than Alpha Academy... I have said this to you once before, and I will say it again today."
"It's up to you." Professor Aima was obviously not in a good mood and looked straight: "Since you have no other opinions..."
"Don't those crows make trouble?" Professor Yao interrupted her.
Professor Aima frowned.
Lao Yao sneered, grabbed the pipe in his hand, knocked on the table, and pointed to the small pile of residual ashes: "I have always liked what Albert said - repeating the same thing every day, but looking forward to different results one day. This is an early symptom of mental illness - what the crows do, their seniors, their seniors, have been repeated countless times, and everyone has turned into ashes. Why do they feel different from others?"
"It's not them that are unique, you know." Professor Emma's voice was a little deep.
"But the biggest variables in the entire project are them, and there is no doubt about it."
The dean of Jiuyou College sat upright, his expression and tone became serious: "I find it hard to understand why the school allows such a great risk to host such an important project."
On the contrary.
Professor Aima laughed instead: "As you just said - the principle of equivalent exchange - the greater the risk, the higher the profit, isn't it?"
Before he finished speaking, the witch's figure gradually faded away and soon disappeared in this office.
A deep dark red surged from behind the desk and filled the entire room again in the blink of an eye.
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Back to Qingqiu Mansion in the evening.
After Su Shijun entered the door, he saw Su Ya, who was catching insects in the garden with her butt sticking out, and coughed softly.
The little fox girl jumped up.
"Miss!"
She quietly rubbed the mud on her hands behind her back, bowed obediently and said hello, without notice that there was still a confused little green worm lying on her head: "I am putting hemp residue on the oleander in the garden. The oleander bloomed so early this year. It's only May, and buds have already emerged..."
A little elf flew over from beside her and helped her catch the little green worm with her head shaking.
"—Li Meng is good friends with you, right?" Su Shijun interrupted the little fox girl's fox words and asked directly.
This rhetorical question was completely beyond Su Ya's expectations.
She thought the lady would scold her for going out for no reason - she went to the laboratory at noon but couldn't find the lady. After returning to the mansion, she received Li Meng's paper crane. She knew that the lady already knew about her going out, so she was a little worried all afternoon.
After a moment of stunned , the little fox girl came to her senses and nodded cautiously : "Um..."
"very good."
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion rarely praised the little fox girl: "In the future, after finishing the work in the mansion, you can go out and play with her more. You are about the same age and should have a lot of common languages. Well, you can also take the time to bring it back to the mansion as a guest. If it's too late, it doesn't matter if you stay overnight."
She seemed particularly tolerant.
Su Man, who was standing quietly in front of him, showed a hint of confusion on her face, but her confusion did not last long, and Su Shijun turned around and looked over.
"Have you finished Dongdong's homework? Where is Zheng Suyi and Ersan's homework?"
She began a routine daily inspection, and with the return of the owner of the mansion, this huge house seemed like a sophisticated instrument, and each component began to operate accurately and efficiently.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
The whole house is about to fall into a deep sleep.
Before Su Man left the main study room, Su Shijun ordered: "By the way, leave a small door in the hall tonight, I may go out..."
"Do you need to prepare a ceremony?" Su Man thought the owner of the mansion was going to travel far.
"No, no, I just go out for a walk and come back soon... Everything is as usual, just leave a small door." Su Shijun replied, with an intriguing smile on his face.
Chapter completed!