Time and Space Mage - Light and Darkness

I won't talk to a tree so hard.

The point is that the tree ignored him from the beginning to the end, and it might have, but he couldn't hear it.

But now, from eating to going to bed at night, he can only be silent in grief.

Even when she was sleeping at night, El Ann had to enjoy the double pleasure of having a sore mouth and being strangled to death.

Really...

El Ann burst into tears again.

In this way, under the baptism of wind and rain, we ushered in an orderly second day.

And Er'an, who had barely slept all night, seemed to feel that his mouth was better, at least it didn't hurt when he opened it.

In an instant, he felt that the sun outside the window was bright and cheerful, and most importantly, he was completely free from sleepiness.

In the morning, it is still an explanation class in the classroom, and practice has also been added.

The content is mainly about the basic spells and principles of the space field. El'an's rough understanding is to transfer a person or something to another dimension, which can be attacked or defended.

Really nice magic.

El Ann vowed to learn well.

It's just that after he told Xibo about this idea later.

Xibo, who was turning the pages of the book, replied without raising his head: "If you have time to talk empty words, why not practice talking with trees more."

In fact, Er'an has never understood why speaking to the tree can improve mental power.

And Sieber's answer is more profound: "All the abilities in the world come from nature. Every thing has its own life, its own thoughts, and its own abilities, but some are strong and some are weak. If you can Normal communication with nature means that your spiritual power has reached the recognition of the world, and the most important thing now is whether you can communicate with a tree with a strong sense of life."

Although El'Ann couldn't fully comprehend it, he still decided to follow Xibo's words.

Many people did not succeed in the space field practice in the morning, including El Ann, of course.

Unexpectedly, Jermaine was not furious. On the contrary, he said very kindly that he knew that although space magic is the simplest, it is also the most profound and difficult to detect. After describing it in words, the students can learn it, magic, and more depends on the students to comprehend it by themselves.

After hearing this, everyone applauded in admiration.

Al-Ann applauded and looked at Xibo, who was leaning to the side basking in the sun, and said excitedly, "Don't you think the teacher's words are very philosophical?"

Xibo continued to read the book, and said after a while, "Do you want a fully understood Holy Spirit to understand what a human being who has not fully understood speaks?"

Jermaine looked over with shrewd eyes.

El Ann called calmly, and Xibo didn't even have time to protest, as the book in his hand fell to the ground, it disappeared into the contract ring with a whiff.

……

Afterwards, the calm Xibo looked at him seriously and said, "I hope you graduate tomorrow."

……

Then, at lunchtime, Finney once again saw Al-Ann with a puckered mouth and teary face.

……

The class in the afternoon is still free practice time. While chatting with Dashu from yesterday, El Ann is thinking about whether to apologize to Xibo. After all, it is really bad to force people to come and go. Behavior.

Besides, except for the sentence at noon, Xibo never spoke to him again.

Er'an squatted down, smiled at the tree, and said, "Hey, Uncle Uncle, uh... I also said it yesterday, although I don't know how old you are, but it's not easy to call you by other names, It's still the most kind, you don't mind, right?"

Before he could laugh for a moment, the corners of his mouth immediately collapsed, and he said with some distress: "Also, I made my elf angry today, do you think I should apologize..."

Saying that, El'Ann still didn't forget to look carefully at Xibo who was sitting under another tree not far away and was buried in a book.

Then he frowned in frustration and said, "Actually, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just afraid... well, if the tutor would make trouble for him..."

Sieber turned the pages of the book with a swish.

Er'an burst into tears, hugged the tree fiercely and said, "Actually... I'm afraid that he will ignore me."

……

then.

Then, he suddenly froze.

Not because Sieber looked up at him.

It was just a moment ago that he sensed the weak vibration of the surrounding mental power.

That feeling is obviously not self-generated in his own body.

It's like coming in from the outside world.

So……

Er'an's eyes widened sharply, and he looked up at the soaring ancient tree.

……

Suddenly he cheered, but his voice was not loud, but he was extraordinarily happy.Many students around looked at him curiously.

Er'an turned around and ran towards Xibo without hesitation.

But I don't know whether it was because of being too excited that he turned around too much, or because his legs were weak due to excitement. Just after taking a few steps, Aieran was suddenly tripped and threw himself straight at Xibo who was sitting on the ground.

"what--"

With the sudden fall of the soft cry, the two fell firmly together.

Xibo only felt a heaviness in his chest, frowned and rejoiced that it was not a stone that fell down.

Er'an didn't care about the fall at all, and quickly got up again and said excitedly: "Hey, Xibo, I just felt Uncle Dashu's voice."

Xibo glanced at Al Ann who was sitting in his arms without any scruples, and said slowly: "Did you hear him saying that he is actually younger than you?"

Al settled down for a while, looked back at the big tree in the sky again, and whispered after a long while: "It turns out that he is younger than me..."

Sieber continued to pick up the book.

El Ann hurriedly spoke, and said sincerely: "Well, Xibo, I still want to apologize to you..."

Xibo continued to stare at the book without changing his expression.

"Morning...that, I didn't mean it, don't be angry." El'an frowned in confusion.

Xibo turned the pages of the book, paused and said slowly: "There will be a competition next month. Are you still chatting here to prove that you are sure? I won't use my mental power until I collapse to death. I won't do it just for you." Show mercy."

Er'an was startled, looked at him with wide eyes and whispered: "Xibo, are you... forgiving me?"

Hiber didn't look up.

El'an cheered again, then turned around and ran to the tree to report his good news.

He knew that although he had made some small progress and changes in his mental strength, it was still far from enough for the friendly match a month later.

So El Ann secretly made up his mind, even if he didn't learn magic thoroughly, he couldn't hold back Xibo in terms of mental power.

The author has something to say: This is a small transition and daily life record~

The next one will officially talk about the friendship game~

/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ By the way, I am very entangled in writing competitions.

Thank you for your support

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23. Friendship Tournament [3]...

The weather is getting hotter.

At noon, the sky outside the window is even bluer, and the sunlight draws circles of spots on the wall through the lush trees.The cicadas chirped lazily.

Many students have already begun to reflect the thick and stuffy school uniforms, so within a few days the college issued several sets of summer uniforms one after another.

Er'an sorted out several sets of spring school uniforms, carefully put the brooch into the pocket of the summer school uniform, then picked up the unworn clothes and put them into the cabinet together with the spring school uniform.

It took a long time to take care of everything, and Aieran, who straightened up and clapped his hands, suddenly remembered something, and hurried to the wooden table to draw a circle on the date of the desk calendar with a marker pen.

Then he turned his head and blinked his light blue eyes to look at Xibo who was lying on the bed and reading a book.

"Hey, Xibo, there's only one week left before the school's fraternity match." Al'an opened the wooden chair in front of the table, sat on it backwards, and immediately put his two slender legs on the wooden rail .

"Hmm." Xibo turned a page of the book, which was explaining the beauty of mocha coffee.

"But my mental strength..." El'an lay down on the back of the chair in distress.

"At least I can use three spells in a row now, although the duration can't exceed ten seconds." Xibo brushed aside the white bangs blocking his eyes, and continued to read the book.

"..." Er'an buried his head deeper.

"By the way, didn't the 'Pile Grind Him to Death' academy go to the main empire to draw lots for the four major colleges a few days ago?" Xibo suddenly opened the book, looked at Al Ann who was sitting on the chair, and said: " what's the result?"

Alan was bewildered.

Xibo raised his head a little, and said, "This is the magic academy."

Al'an blinked, and it took him a while to realize. He looked at him dumbfounded: "This is Peorista Academy of Magic."

Xibo moaned impatiently: "Almost."

Al'an was helpless, so he had to continue: "Yesterday, I heard from Jermaine's instructor that it was a fraternity match with Mondiri Hunter School."

"Oh, a battle between a group of crispy skins and a group of insidious professions." Xibo replied, and began to study coffee again.

Er'an blinked his eyes wide, and asked curiously, "The hunter should be a very upright demon-killing profession, right?"

"Have you ever seen an upright profession that allows you to be poisoned into a trap without anyone knowing it? Let alone the hunter who mainly uses bows and crossbows, sneak attacks from a distance, and the hunter who mainly uses daggers is called an assassin or killer. Come and go without a trace and kill your guy.” Looking at the old illustrations of mocha in the coffee book, Xibo suddenly felt that cappuccino was better.

"...It sounds like a very powerful one."

"So if you don't improve your mental strength well, I won't be able to save you even if there are ten of you." Xibo said calmly as he opened the book.

"Is that Lian Xibo himself