Chapter 287： Huang Yizhi

The sky of the Ruhrsk High School of Magic was shrouded in dark clouds, and the pattering rain fell from the sky.

The original spar that received the signal from the World Tree is still running, projecting the picture from the Hearthstone pub on the back wall.

"The main purpose of this program is to collect questions from the users on the caster forum and then ask the two to answer them. Of course, there is no need to answer them. You can refuse."

In the picture, Tallin picked up the manuscript paper on the table, and after looking at the lines above, the line of sight first looked at the Beller sitting opposite.

At this time, the three people who were sitting in the silent hall were able to enter the mirror.

“The first question was raised by a user of the “Thunder Crystal” caster forum.” After watching a question on the manuscript, Tylin’s expression showed a subtle change. It was called every woman. There will be a 'gossip' expression.

This Frost Elf is very polite to anyone at the Hearthstone Tavern, but he only likes to bully Eno, and it is no exception in the interview.

"This is a very sharp question. Do you have a partner in Eno?"

"..."

Eno was asked in such a sensitive question in public, even if he was already prepared, he still was blushing.

In the end, he couldn't hold his face with his hand to hide the reddish look on his cheek.

"No...no!"

When Inno made this answer, there was a uniform cheer in the entire magic arena, with boys as the majority, but girls are also among them.

"It turns out that, what kind of people do you like in Eno?"

Tylin once again asked questions that made Inno difficult to answer.

It may be an illusion that when Tylin asked this question, the sound in the arena suddenly disappeared.

Located in the forefront of the Magic Arena, the thundering unicorn hit several sniffs before breaking the silence.

Its owner reached out and stroked the hair of the thundering unicorn, and barely calmed the unicorn's uneasiness.

After the chief of Croshill College appeased the unicorn, the servant who followed her came to be careful to approach.

"Big... Missy, I remember that Raytheon Crystal is your name on the caster forum."

"It’s the name I used in the caster forum, but the person who asked the question is not me."

The chief of Croshill College moved her eyes to the sky. She raised her long citrus hair that blocked her right eye, and her eyes smashed, capturing the sky that appeared in the sky between the thunder and the dark clouds. The shadow in the middle.

It was a man in a yellow robe, and the color on the robes was very dim, but the pale gold inscription on the surface was clearly visible.

The man slowly walked down in the air, and there seemed to be a stairway at the bottom of his foot that could not be captured by the naked eye.

In the original spar projection picture, Eno is still hesitant to know how to answer, and the students of the Magic Arena look at the ‘beautiful’ shy look, they are looking forward to Eno’s answer.

Regrettably, their expectations are destined to be interrupted by the thunder in the sky...

The figure of the person in the yellow coat slowly came to the stand of the chief of Croshill College.

When her servant saw the appearance of the man in yellow, she had already lowered her head and looked very scared.

"Sophia, this is the first time you have slipped away from my course!"

The old voice came out under the faint yellow robes. He called out the chief name of Croshill College and looked down at the little girl standing beside the thunder unicorn.

"It was the third time, Crosheer was an instructor."

Sophia looked at the old man standing in the air with no fear, and read his name in a loud voice.

When the people around the stands heard the name, they were not in the mood to continue to pay attention to the type of boy that Belle liked.

In particular, those students from the Croshill College next door, almost holding their heads, want to find a place to hide.

Knowing that some students with occult magic began to cast their spells, but in the presence of the presence in midair, the spells they cast were not even tricky.

Appearing in front of them is one of Nolan's seven sages, who control the most powerful thunder system magic in the world, the yellow-shirter Crosheer!

For the students from Croshill College, the situation is no less than that of the students on the earth to go to the Internet cafes, and the headmaster is so horrible!

Fortunately, there is only one person who is concerned about this 'principal', that is, Sophia Karshilov, the chief of Croshill College at the forefront of the grandstand.

“The first time was to participate in a dance party for the prince of the country of steel, and the second time was to participate in the Flosi Mansion, a party called “The Devil is Not Cold” premiere.”

Sophia was not afraid to look at the owner of Nolan's highest rights, and told the mentor about the reason for her escaping from her face with a smile.

"And this time, the reason I came to this college was to watch a ceremony called interview."

"Sofina, I have given you enough time to play! With your progress today, it is enough to awaken two inscriptions again! This is my expectation and your father's expectation."

The voice of the people in Huang Yi could not hear the anger, but it was full of majesty that people could not refuse.

"It's not my expectation, the mentor... The inscription awakening can continue in the future, but this interview is only one time."

When Sophia said this, the line of sight crossed the yellow shirt and looked behind the movie screen. At this time, Eno had already answered the question of 'what kind of person you like.'

But what caused Sophia to collapse was that she hadn’t heard what Belle said because she was talking to the mentor!

"It's these things, Sophia! I have reminded you to stay away from the confetti made by these troupes!" The yellow-shirter noticed that his students' eyes were always staring at the original spar screen behind them.

The years make the yellow-shirter no longer as easy to be dominated by anger as when he was young, but now he must leave with his apprentice!

The thundering unicorn around Sofina has once again become extremely uneasy because it feels a threat to the yellow-shirter, who does not seem to intend to use language to discourage this disobedient student.

At the moment when the arc bloomed on the yellow hand, an owl suddenly landed on the shoulders of the yellow man.

"Crohill... Didn't you have a good time chatting with me on your so-called 'paper scraps' yesterday?"

An old man in a robe robes slowly walked over to Sofina. The old man looked up at the yellow robes in the sky, and the owl that stopped on the shoulders of the yellow singer made a squeaking sound. Once again, he flew to the shoulder of the old man.

"Rursk!" The yellow-shirter shouted out the name of another Nolan.

All the students around were silent, standing at the top of Nolan, and even the top seven sages of human magic, and now two of them are here.

This scene is enough for them to load the scenery in a painting, although the person who does not know the truth looks like two bad old men are in a deep affection.

"It's not as lazy as you are today. Yesterday, you discussed with me about the appreciation of "beauty and demons". That post has not been discussed."

The gray-shirter took a few creepy yellow mealworms from the long sleeves and fed them to the owls that were appreciated. It was said with a very light tone...not only the yellow apprentice’s chief apprentice Sophia was shocked, but also let A gossip that other students can't believe.

"Guide, you see... movie?"

Sofina, who has always maintained a calm expression, has been replaced by a complex expression that cannot be described by words.

"Not to look at it, I am trying to work with him to study the magic of the chaotic demon, so I will hand over the original spar that carries those pictures to your mentor, but this guy is still dissatisfied after reading it, 'this story is rooted. It’s unreasonable to say 'there is 'too fake'," said the gray-clothed man in a meaningful tone.