Chapter 281 Boys and Ghosts

After the college competition was over, the dean of Bridge Pier College personally presented the award. This old man with white hair was still imposing. He was wearing thick armor and a cape, and he put one hand on the shoulder of Darcy, who could hardly stand up. Gray eyes looked at the scarred young man.

"very good."

He only said these words. The old general put the crown in his hand on Darcy's forehead. The shape of the crown is like a sharp sword pointing to the sky, but only the sword in the middle is particularly straight and long. , with a diamond-shaped gemstone in the middle.

"Darcy!"

"Darcy!"

"Darcy!"

At first it was a few cheers from a few students, then all the students of Bridge Pier College, and finally all the students of Emenas.

Perhaps before, Darcy was just a lesser-known student, but tonight everyone re-acquainted with this young man, the steel-like muscles on his shoulders and back, the weird and deformed wrists and ankles caused by overtraining, All of them show their hard work and hard work over the years.

The students cheered not only Darcy's victory, but his diligence. Many students present have worked hard to varying degrees, but not every effort will be rewarded, and anxiety and loss often fill their hearts.

But today, Darcy told these students with concrete actions and achievements that sweat and effort are not meaningless, and bloodline and resources cannot define everything. Although each step is very small, it also has its own unique meaning. The so-called victory tower is not sudden, but accumulated by countless small stones.

In the cheering crowd, Jack also stood up with his companions. This time he did not continue to bury his head in the books, but stared closely at the student wearing the crown on the stage.

I wish I could be like him.

The emotions that surged in my heart included envy, jealousy, warmth and admiration.

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After the award ceremony of the college competition, the students gradually dispersed. Some seniors flew away directly, while other students who were not good at flying waited quietly in line for the lift.

"Eyeling, wake up." Roland Hill shook the sleeping little guy on his knees, then watched her wake up slowly by rubbing her eyes.

"What's the matter, Sister Lorraine, ha~" She yawned, as if she hadn't slept enough yet, and stretched her waist greatly.

"Get up, the game is over." Roland Hill squeezed the little guy's waist, made her tremble, and then giggled.

"I, I'm up." The body jumped up quickly, and then jumped out of Roland Hill's arm. Eidolon trotted a few steps on the vacant steps before turning around, and his long double ponytails swept over Wei who was beside him. Miya, and was grabbed by it.

"Let go, Sister Wemiya~" Ye Ling begged for mercy, and was directly lifted by Bumansa behind.

"You finally woke up and pressed someone else's knee all night." Bumansa firmly grabbed Eidolon so that it couldn't move.

"Wuwu, I know I'm wrong, I won't dare next time." Although Ye Ling's strength is good, most of her peers can't beat her, but Bumansa is an exception, she can easily defeat her every time.

"Haha, Little Yeling finally met her nemesis." Lily made a face at Yeling and joked.

In this way, the eight girls in the two bedrooms stood on the bleachers where the snow was falling, chatting in a low voice, with laughter coming from time to time, quietly waiting for the crowd in front of the elevator to gradually dissipate.

Day two.

After thinking for a while, Roland Hill decided to visit the injured Ling Xin, of course, he had to pay attention to changing his identity.

The place where the injured students were recuperated and treated was the Qingquan Palace of Temple College. After inquiring clearly, Lorraine Hill returned to the independent hut and changed into the long dress that Lacey wore in the past, with a white dress as the main body. On the waist and skirt, there are star decorations and openwork patterns, which are elegant and delicate.

Passing through the corridor under the sun and the courtyard with clear spring water, the silver-haired Loren Hill walked in the palace. On the way, I would encounter students in black and white uniforms and the staff of the temple from time to time.

Because she was afraid that the other party would not recognize her, she did not bring the pendant and glasses given by Tides today, but went to visit with her original appearance.

The sun shines on the soft and dreamy face, and under the silver hair are blue and transparent eyes like the sky, with his footsteps, the white shoes on which the slender legs are stepping, seem to be walking through people's hearts, With bursts of ripples and ripples.

"Who is that girl?"

"It's so beautiful."

"Is this an angel?"

......

Whispered conversations and discussions were accompanied by curious eyes, sneaking glances from time to time, making Roland Hill secretly helpless. If he knew, he would put on his glasses first, and then take them off, but there are a lot of people here. The hasty change of appearance is afraid that it will cause more attention and riots.

Let's do this first. She quickened her pace, turned a few corners, and inquired about the location of Ling Xin.

"Hello, can I ask Zaina, the injured student at the college competition yesterday?" Lorraine Hill asked a nun in a black uniform.

"Are you going to visit them? Please go over there." The nun pointed in a direction.

"thanks."

Loren Hill walked to the other side. This side was a corridor in the palace. There were gems shining on the top of the head, illuminating the ground. Next to them were doors with room numbers written on them. It's the casualty room.

There are not many people in the corridor, and occasionally

I could see students from other colleges, probably also visiting injured friends.

"Excuse me."

A young man wearing a light green robe quickly walked by his side, his left hand was bandaged, and the leather bag slung across his waist almost scratched Roland Hill's wrist, but she was deftly flashed by her.

"Sorry, sorry, very sorry."

"I'm really sorry, because there is an urgent matter."

The student hurriedly bowed, and Lorraine Hill said he didn't care, and then he left quickly and continued to walk outside.

As the student walked through the corridors and halls to the sparsely pedestrianized fountain courtyard, his footsteps slowed.

"Have you met an angel just now, Elro?" A slightly frightened and trembling voice came from inside his purse.

"Angel?" The boy Elro opened his purse and looked at the ghost circling in the glass bottle, which seemed to be an old man.

"No...wait, if you mean that girl, that look can indeed be called an angel."

The boy in the green robe recalled the silver-haired girl he bumped into just now. Although he only glanced at it, he was still very impressed.

"I'm not talking about looks, I'm talking about real angels." The ghost in the bottle looked at the surrounding situation nervously, making some passers-by glance curiously, and then continued to walk away.

Ghosts are not uncommon in Temple Academy, where there are many angel sequences and undead sequences, but it is a little strange that this one will be locked in a bottle.

"No, the lowest level of angels is the existence of Sequence 8. If anyone in the academy is most likely to be an angel, that is the beautiful principal of the academy."

"No, no, I should be talking about an angel of a higher rank, or a few ranks." The ghost was a little anxious, and then asked the young man to close his ear.

"I sensed an extremely pure soul in the bag just now. This is undoubtedly the characteristic of an angel, and it may be an angel of the highest order. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Could it be a mistake?" The boy said hesitantly.

"How is that possible! Are you doubting the great Soders? I was a great wizard of the Quicksilver Dynasty before my death, and I also experienced chaos disaster, but I have really seen an angel." Ghost felt his self-esteem was offended.

"Okay, okay, don't brag about your wonderful past. I think you should reflect on the fact that, as the top wizard of the Quicksilver Dynasty, I was taught by him, but he was easily defeated by him in the same grade as Darcy. ."

"Didn't you say that my talent is rare to see in a hundred years, alas, it made me happy for nothing."

Although the young man said this, he wasn't really angry, he just wanted to confuse this matter. He had more important things to do, but he didn't want to get involved with the angel, and the ghost old man just wanted to let him go. He looked for the trace of the angel just now.

"Do you have any dreams, kid? Think how prosperous the Mercury Dynasty was back then, taking the world as its own responsibility and suppressing the chaotic whirlpools everywhere."

"How do you know that one crab is not as good as one crab, and later had to lead angels to the lower realm..."

"Stop stop...I still have things to do." The teenager was about to put the bottle in the bag again.

"Don't, do you know what Angel's Lower Realm means? Chaos Calamity..." His voice was covered up by the sealed leather bag, and the boy quickly walked out again