My Magic Age

Summer came quietly like this. The wind blowing in from the window was hot. The campus classroom at noon was very quiet. The row of shady osmanthus trees on the playground outside the window looked listless under the scorching sun. The birds hid in the shade of the trees and refused to come out.

I leaned on the desk in the classroom and didn't want to move at all. I had just taken a shower in the morning, but now I felt sticky all over. I turned my head lazily to look at the ice cubes in the bucket beside me. Sure enough, they had all melted.

The fat man was sitting behind me. At this time, sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He picked up the kettle on the desk, drank half a bottle of cold water in big gulps, and came to my side with the large kettle. The fat man sweated almost all the time, and his body was always wet. As a result, there was inevitably a sour smell on his body. Although it was very light, it was still a little unbearable for me.

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I turned my head and shouted, "Bobby... Come over a little, isn't it hot enough?"

"Jia, please be kind! Give me two more ice cubes. In this damn weather, I drank so much water that I can raise fish in my stomach, but it's still hot!" Bobby smiled, his eyes narrowed into two thin slits, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which flowed down his face from time to time.

I sat up straight and complained in my heart: After learning magic, people have become more and more delicate. I didn't feel how hot those summers were before, but now that I have learned water magic, I feel that this hot summer is very unbearable. The warm wind blowing in from the window is so unbearable.

A few days ago, I just learned the "Ice Shield" in the library, and I found another wonderful use of this ice magic: making ice cubes!

I am not so proficient in the magic array of the 'Ice Shield'. When gathering water to form, the lines of the magic pattern are always not smooth enough, so the condensed water ball always looks like a square brick, without the appearance of a shield. In the process of practicing the 'Ice Shield' magic, I found that these ice shields are actually ice cubes condensed by magic power. They are placed in wooden barrels and are very good for cooling off.

When I first learned the 'Ice Shield', I cast the 'Ice Shield' ten times in a row, and it was only successful once or twice. Now, my 'Ice Shield' has a success rate of almost one success after three casts.

Bobby was so surprised that he couldn't speak when he saw a round ice cube one foot square appear between my hands.

It was not until I threw the icy "ice shield" into the barrel that he reacted and screamed: "No! At least let me knock off two pieces and put them in the water bottle. How can I drink it if I throw it into the basin like this!"

The magic halo on my fingertips did not stop, and I continued to chant the familiar spell that I had said hundreds of times. An iris shield-shaped ice cube condensed in the air again. I took it in my hand before the ice shield fell on the table.

For these two manipulations, I feel that I have made a lot of progress compared to yesterday. As I became more and more familiar with the magic pattern array and spells, I have enough time to control the water elements in the air to arrange the shape I want in the process of gathering water. I like the mysterious rhythm between drawing the magic pattern array and chanting the magic spell. This kind of spellcasting requires the magician to do two things at the same time. It is a subtle and inexplicable strange feeling.

"Jia, your ice shield technique finally looks good!" Fatty Bobby praised me with a smile. He did not dare to delay at all, and directly picked up such a large piece of ice and ran out of the classroom like a whirlwind.

My dance party was messed up by the magic phonograph and the fire magic apprentice Abigail. Although I became famous in the War College overnight, that night was not a very good one.

But the night of the dance party that belonged to Fatty Bobby was what he talked about with great relish these days. He always boasted to me how he met a senior sister with a good figure and appearance at the dance party. He even dared to invite the senior sister to dance with him at the dance party.

Recently, I heard him mention this beautiful senior sister all the time. I guess that the one who made Fatty Bobby wait for the scorching sun to run out must have gone to deliver ice to the senior sister from the Warrior Academy.

I regretted not going to the music classroom in the auditorium with Ying Li at noon. Today was the day for their orchestra to rehearse. When Fatty Bobby ran out, I found that there were only a few classmates left in the classroom who I was not familiar with. They were the kind of people who could seize every spare time to meditate and treat meditation as a rest.

In the whole classroom, I was the only one who looked lazy and lay on the desk. On the desk in front of me was a magic book in the ancient Elvish language. When I opened the first page, I saw those tadpole-shaped words, arranged crookedly together, without any beauty at all. However, our ancient Elvish teacher told us that the Elvish language is the most beautiful language in the world.

Alas, maybe our aesthetics are different!

Every day became extremely busy. Learning new magic was a very interesting thing for me. But those headache-inducing ancient elven languages ​​almost tortured me to death. The rap pronunciation made me feel like crying but without tears. I became famous almost overnight in the academy, especially many senior brothers in the Magic Court would take advantage of my big class to look at what I looked like outside the window. At this time, I was always worried that the elven teacher would ask me to recite a poem in class. If these brothers saw my embarrassing state of being a idiot in the elven language class, how could I face people!

Looking at those boring tadpole characters, they kept swimming on the magic paper in front of my eyes as if they were alive, which made my heart very irritable. I took a deep breath and simply closed the elven language magic book, ignoring the jerky and difficult-to-understand poem.

I prayed secretly that in the afternoon's ancient elven language class, the teacher would not choose me to recite the poem I learned yesterday!

It shouldn't be that bad! I thought to myself.

The magic vortex in my body always makes the magic pool overflow easily, so during the break between each class, I will practice the unfamiliar ice shield technique repeatedly. The condensed ice shield will be thrown into the big wooden barrel as a class benefit to cool down the whole classroom. Frequent use of magic not only makes my control of ice shield technique progress by leaps and bounds, but also increases the capacity of the magic pool.

Originally, I was a little worried that my unrestrained practice of magic would make me look different from others. Recently, I found that among our group of freshmen, several freshmen are taking time to practice new magic. They usually meditate in self-study classes like most freshmen, but the difference is that they always have enough magic power for themselves to squander. I seem much more normal among this group of people.

However, their method of consuming magic power is simpler than mine. They did not deliberately learn those complicated magics, but directly condensed flames in their palms, letting the fire element like a lamp flame burn continuously in their palms until the magic power is exhausted, and then they will stop, and then repeatedly use the "meditation technique", and I am the same.

At the party that night, Belika, a senior sister from the wind magic class, mentioned that among the new magic apprentices of our class, there was a genius boy with the "Molten Heart" fire magic talent. He was only less than a month after entering the school, and he shined in the magic academy. His name is Thomas.

If I hadn't heard about this at the party that night, maybe I wouldn't have noticed him until now. He is a very quiet little boy who always wears a pair of black-framed glasses and looks busy. People who don't know him will think he is an introverted boy. Only after contacting him a few times will you understand why he has such an outstanding "Molten Heart" talent. The reason is that there is a volcano hidden in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of his explosive personality that he has such a good talent, or because he has such a talent that gradually changes his personality and makes him irritable and angry. Thomas looks like a fair-skinned, introverted boy who smiles a little shyly. But the real him is not a good-tempered one, especially when he is regarded as the new magic star of the academy, his new beginning gradually expands.

At the beginning of enrollment, because we often have classes in a large classroom, even if we don't know each other's names, we can still greet each other politely when we meet on the streets of El City. The neighborhood where he lives is not too far from my home, and we can always meet after school in the afternoon. But later, I found that he is always surrounded by different girls. Once, I met him on the street and greeted him, but he ignored my existence like air, just looked cool and chatted with the beautiful woman next to him, and passed by me.

Since then, I knew that he and I could never be friends again. At that time, I didn't understand why I offended him. Now it seems that the problem is not with me, but that he thinks he is superior to me and disdains to pay attention to me.

The girls around Thomas always change alternately. Every day when he goes to class, he always arrives only a few minutes earlier than the teachers. There are always some magic apprentices trying to please him and give him the best seat. But what makes me admire him a little bit is that his grades in every subject are very good. I am convinced of this. At least my ancient elf language is not as good as his.

Bobby, who is in the earth magic class, is also not on good terms with Thomas. When I talked to him about Thomas's rapid progress in cultivation, Bobby said with disdain: Thomas is a magic genius in the eyes of outsiders. In fact, the reason why he has made rapid progress is that he meditates all night every night when others are sleeping. Now it is rumored that Thomas is the best magic apprentice in our class. If he wants to keep this halo on his head, he must work harder than others every day. Sooner or later, he will be exhausted to death by himself.

In the past month, I seldom meditate during the self-study class. I always go to the library with Ying Li. Bobby told me that among the freshmen of our class, my alternative learning method is very popular. Many freshmen are betting privately that if I continue like this, how long can I stay in the magic academy? Maybe it won’t take too long, or I may be kicked out by Teacher Heidi. Many people saw how bad Teacher Heidi’s face was when she personally tested my magic power last time. If I continue like this, maybe Teacher Heidi will scold me during the next magic test.

But it was precisely such a me who not only dodged Abigail’s fireball spell head-on, but also knocked down Abigail from the third-grade fire magic class with a short-barreled shotgun made by a dwarf craftsman. Later, I used the frost spell to rescue the unconscious Abigail in the sea of ​​fire.

For a time, my reputation became famous.

One of the reasons: This is a typical one-on-one counterattack battle between a freshman in the magic class and a senior senior.

Reason 2: According to a magic teacher who did not want to reveal his name, at the dance that night, I walked into the dance scene with two beautiful teachers from the Magic Court, one of whom was Sophie, the goddess in the hearts of all the boys on campus. (I'm afraid this is the real reason why I became famous in the magic academy)

It was not enough for a freshman to counterattack a senior in the third year, and he even went so far as to pick up female assistants who were famous for their high vision in the magic academy. Although they were the lowest-level teachers in the academy, they had a noble social status, and most importantly, they were obviously one-to-two rhythms. Although the dance was ruined at that time, it was also a very jealous thing.

In the afternoon, there was an ancient elven language class. Taking advantage of the lunch break, Ying Li and Helena's band rehearsed in the music classroom. I volunteered to take a seat in the large classroom. It was still early at this time, and there were only a few people in the large classroom. But for some reason, Thomas and two girls in warrior academy uniforms, who would never show up before the time, sat at the edge of the front row of the classroom and whispered to each other.

Just as I was lying on the desk and thinking about random things, the door of the classroom was suddenly knocked open, and Bobby fell in from outside the door, all wet. He sat on the wooden floor of the podium because of his unstable center of gravity. His fat body hit the desk due to inertia, making a loud "bang". Then the fat man Bobby's cry of pain came over.

"What are you doing? How can you kick him?" A beautiful woman rushed in from outside the door, like a red cloud. She ran very fast, but still didn't grab the fat man's hand. Seeing the fat man lying on the ground screaming, she scolded behind her. Even though the beautiful woman was angry, her voice was still sweet.

"I kicked him, that was to educate him for his parents! A magician dares to pester someone else's fiancée? He is a noble? What's wrong with a noble? I am also a noble, and my whole family is a noble! How dare you protect him? I won't be done until I beat him so hard that his parents don't recognize him!" The person was not seen, but the sharp and angry voice had been heard.

Everyone in the classroom stared at the door, wondering who it was that spoke in such a loud tone.