"I'm Ma Huijun!"
A white-robed Alpha freshman yelled, holding the Dharma book in his left hand and slapping the open pages with his right hand.
The light gray halo of light blurred, and the young wizard's opponent's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.
Hilda had a satisfied smile on her face.
The sun gradually sets, and the attitude gradually becomes gentler.
The copper-ringed iron nails on the wings of the young assistant's nose and corners of his mouth gleamed in the sunlight.
The vitality of youth, he murmured, turning to look at the other side of the crowd.
"Gezhi...Qin...xi...apply to...this..."
The nine-year-old freshmen in red robes chanted this spell in a high-pitched voice with a long vibrato.
But it is obvious that the relatively long binding spell has higher requirements on students' ventilation. Many people fail to recite the mantra halfway due to uneven breathing.
Hilda frowned slightly, but there was no better way.
Only practice can make you smart.
Of course, as a former publicly funded student at First University and now an assistant teacher in practical classes, Hilda did have a knack for quickly mastering the binding spell.
Because the binding spell is a semi-open spell, the second half of the spell can use appropriate words according to the wizard's own abilities.
Wizards who are slightly less capable can directly express their needs in the most plain and simple language, such as 'Ge Zhitanxi, trap him! ' Or 'Ge Zhitanxi, tie him up! '.
Hilda believed that if he taught this method to the young wizards in Astronomy Class 08-1 in front of him, the few freshmen on the lawn who are always confused would be able to quickly master the binding spell. But correspondingly, Professor Yao Xiaomi with shiny hair from Jiuyou College would definitely break into the teaching assistant lounge and tear himself apart.
After all, this approach is too un'wizardic' and too inelegant.
Thinking of elegance, Hilda couldn't help but turn her eyes to the corner of the lawn.
There, two young red-robed wizards were practicing the binding spell seriously. Compared to other bumbling freshmen, these two students performed perfectly.
The short wizard wearing glasses held his Dharma book in both hands and muttered something. Two thumb-thick kudzu vines popped out from both sides of his shoulders, like a pair of water-milled iron spears. They collapsed, pointed, split, blocked, stabbed, picked up, circled, and picked. They were so powerful and intimidating.
Opposite the short wizard, the student with tufts of hair on his head followed the standard posture in the textbook, holding the book with his left hand, pressing the page with his right hand, and mumbling something in his mouth. The kudzu vines he summoned poked out from under his ribs, with four on each side, like an eight-clawed octopus in the deep sea, waving its tentacles without leaking water. No matter how unscrupulous his opponent was, he stood still.
Yes, these two students did not go back and forth like other people, practicing spells in a rigid manner.
They have been able to command the summoned kudzu to make many sensitive movements.
This ability is rare even among senior students.
Hilda did not look through the roster in her arms.
He had an impression of these two students.
On the admission plane to First University, when the banshee accidentally broke in and unleashed her demonic aura unbridled, these two boys stood at the front of all the students.
Even though he was exhausted, he did not retreat.
This impressed him.
One is Zheng Qing, a publicly funded student from Jiuyou College this year; the other is Xiao Xiao, a special admissions student from First University.
Although their status is very special, these two surnames are not outstanding in the wizarding world. The publicly funded student named Zheng did not even receive a secondary education from wizards before entering First University.
After this incident was reported by Thomas, it became a hot topic among the assistant coaches.
Many people began to wonder whether the school's roster was in a unstable state with the departure of the principal.
Of course, these rumors ceased immediately and quietly after the school announced the results of the college entrance examination for this publicly funded wizard.
No one will doubt the authority of the Global Wizarding College Entrance Examination.
Thoughts are like blades of grass flying in mid-air, without any direction. While Hilda was admiring the smooth performances of the two young wizards, another idea suddenly came to her mind.
Should we reward them with a credit?
The teaching assistant thought for a moment and finally gave up on this tempting idea.
Although the demonstration of the two freshmen was very elegant, perhaps their magic power was slightly insufficient, and the kudzu they summoned was only as thick as a thumb.
This little flaw will definitely be questioned.
The small-scale commotion caused by the credit he awarded to his training partner not long ago is still vivid in his mind. The young practical class teacher now only prays that this class can end safely.
Couldn't ask for more.
If Zheng Qing knew what the practical class teacher was thinking, he would definitely want to cry.
It wasn't that he and Xiao Xiao couldn't summon more powerful kudzu vines, but in line with the principle of saving effort and never wasting it, the young public-sponsored student Kankan only summoned vines that could withstand Master Xiao's attack.
Of course, the more important reason is that he is chatting with Xiao Xiao.
After discovering that he could summon kudzu vines and control them with just his gaze and thoughts, Zheng Qing naturally did not waste his free time.
The mumbling words that Hilda saw were not maintaining the spell, but two people chatting.
"What do you think Matthew's last words meant?" Zheng Qing stared at the eight-knotted kudzu in front of him, thinking hard.
He was still haunted by the last words Matthew Cullen had said not long ago.
"Just ignore it." Xiao Xiao ignored the topic without caring. While Zheng Qing was distracted, a slender rattan suddenly poked out from under his ribs. Like a long worm looking for food, it instantly bounced back and forth between the pockets of Zheng Qing's robe.
"If you were my enemy, I would be dead." Zheng Qing raised his hands and said the words to admit defeat first.
"What are you going to do with it?" Xiao Xiao put away the two kudzu vines on his shoulders and gestured to the small vine under his ribs.
Zheng Qing took a closer look and saw a familiar opal ring rolled on top of the slender rattan.
"You can go to the pedestrian street to earn pocket money." Zheng Qing touched his empty pocket and couldn't help but said sarcastically.
"You two are playing so beautifully. The girls over there are all staring." Fatty Xin appeared out of nowhere, squeezed between the two of them, fanned the wind with one hand, and grabbed the hanging hanging from the kudzu vine with the other. magic ring, and asked curiously: "What, don't you want this ring?"
Zheng Qing frowned, looking at the sweat stains on the fat man's hands, but said nothing.
"The key is not the ring." Zhang Jixin crossed his arms, stood beside a few people, and said with a serious face: "You should consider whether they will make follow-up actions now... This is very important."
"This is also very troublesome." Fatty Xin shook his head and threw the ring back to Zheng Qing.
Zheng Qing took the slippery ring and rubbed it casually on his robe.
"Do you want to report it to the teacher?" After he put the magic ring into his pocket again, he carefully glanced at Hilda who was walking around, hesitated, and asked, "Maybe the school can stop their unscrupulous behavior?"
Since childhood, as a good and obedient student, whenever he encountered such disputes between students, he was always used to solving the trouble through the teacher.
"You are a publicly funded student of Jiuyou College!" Fatty Xin looked at him with strange eyes: "And you are a college student! Don't always report to the teacher or find the school... It's very embarrassing!"
Zheng Qing choked and blushed.
"Evidence." Xiao Xiao rejected his idea from another angle: "You two did not have a conflict. So, if there is no proper reason, why should the teacher or the school severely punish him? Just because you are a publicly funded student. ?”
"This kind of thing is obvious at a glance." Zheng Qing muttered.
"Unless you catch evidence that he cursed you on the spot, this kind of thing completely falls within the scope of 'free conscience'." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and added:
"In fact, there is no grudge between you and Andrew Taylor - this does not identify his motive for harming you. What's more, for the wizard, there are hundreds of ways to explain why he stole your blood .”
"For example, he plans to give you a birthday surprise." Fatty Xin said in a disgusting tone: "It's like a magic ring of blood sacrifice."
"My birthday is in May," Zheng Qing forced a smile: "This reason can be ruled out."
"Instead of worrying about those unprovoked attacks, it is better to plan your schedule for tomorrow and the next two days." Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head, squinted, looked at Zheng Qing, and said in a very sure tone: "After you and Yi Did Lian Na forget something before the appointment was made?"
Zheng Qing grabbed the Dharma book's arm and froze it in mid-air, stunned.
"Some people forgot that they had to go back and take a nap after doing morning work." Fatty Xin said in a long voice.
"Some people forget that they don't take a lunch break at noon, and their eyes will be swollen like peaches in the afternoon." Zhang Jixin also added in a weird way next to him.
"The most terrible thing is that someone forgot to patrol on Saturday night." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and looked at Zheng Qing expressionlessly: "I gave the rest time in the afternoon to others."
"Oh! Sheite!" Zheng Qing hit his left palm hard with his right fist and cursed.
Just now I was just looking at those beautiful big eyes and completely forgot about the patrol I had to make.
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