Chapter 89 Snowman

After washing up, putting on a clean robe, and wearing a new belt and cufflinks, the young government student stood refreshed in front of the full-length mirror, grinning and trying to show a just right smile.

"With all due respect, sir!" The full-length mirror said gruffly: "Your upper canine teeth are slightly protruding, and they have not been whitened or polished, so they are not suitable for a toothy smile... As a professional image planner, I suggest Don't show any of your teeth when you smile."

"Shut up!" The young public-funded student shouted at this brainless guy and shut his mouth in annoyance.

"Besides, it's snowing today. It would be great if you could wear it with a black or red scarf when you go out." The full-length mirror did not shut up immediately, but continued to sell its opinions to Zheng Qing.

As a full-length mirror in the boys' dormitory, except for Dylan who occasionally uses it, almost no one else pays much attention to the image. This makes it suffer from loneliness. Therefore, every time someone stands in front of it and carefully arranges their clothes, they will receive a large basket of various suggestions.

Some of the suggestions were quite pertinent. For example, the full-length mirror had just suggested that Zheng Qing wear a scarf when he went out. The young public-funded student thought about it and immediately accepted it. But some of the suggestions were very disgusting - for example, once the fat man stood in front of the full-length mirror to try on his new dress, and the full-length mirror actually suggested that he drink some body shaping potion before trying on the dress.

"I can hear the soul of the dress crying because of your fat!" The full-length mirror commented bitterly: "With your figure, there is actually no difference between wearing a dress or pajamas to attend the dance..."

Fortunately, everyone else in the dormitory was there at the time. Seeing that something was wrong, they forcibly stopped the angry Fatty Xin, saving the broken mirror from being broken.

"I remember you said that you have served the O'Brien family for almost four hundred years, right?" Zheng Qing said with emotion while facing the mirror and tying a scarf in front of the demonstration projection above.

"There is still one month to go, it will be three hundred and eighty-nine years, sir." The full-length mirror answered politely, his tone full of pride and pride: "From Europe to Atlanta, almost every castle in the O'Brien family They all left my mark.”

"It's not easy." The young public-funded student tugged on the tied scarf, stretched out the wrinkles on his sleeves, stuffed the gray cloth bag into his arms, then turned around and opened the dormitory door.

A slightly choked shout from the full-length mirror came from behind: "Thank you very much for your affirmation, sir!"

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, paused slightly, and finally did not look back.

What he actually wanted to say was that it was really not easy for this mirror to survive intact for such a long time - if a guy like this was left in a homeless wizard's bar, he would probably be broken into seventeen pieces in one night. Eight dollars.

…

After leaving the dormitory, it was already completely white outside.

The heavy snowfall at First University was not like the winters that Zheng Qing had experienced in the past. It took a long time of digging and procrastinating before a few snowflakes would fall.

In this world determined by wizards and magic, it snows.

Be as big as you want.

Feather-like snowflakes are no longer an adjective, but a real fact. Zheng Qing looked around and saw a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth. The heavy snow had been falling for who knows how long. It had covered the entire campus with a thick white velvet quilt. When he stepped on it, most of his ankles were submerged in the soft snow. The crunching in the snowflakes makes people feel unexpectedly happy.

Originally, because it was the weekend, theoretically, there should be many fewer students on campus than usual.

But because of the heavy snow, many young people with a childish heart gathered their friends and came outdoors to enjoy the snow scenery. Those who like to be quiet, holding a book, sit under the pine tree, wandering in the sea of ​​​​books under the bright light; those who love to play, in small groups, use magic to direct the snowflakes to gather into snowballs, and the snowballs to roll into snowmen. Then the snowmen wrestled and boxed and had a great time.

To be honest, Zheng Qing really hates those guys who use magic to play with snowmen - because most people only care about their own happiness and have no sense of public morality.

It was like he had just walked from the dormitory to the library, and along the way, he was hit on the head by the snowballs of three 'ownerless' snowmen. After the owners of these snowmen finished making them and had fun playing with them, they abandoned them and allowed these guys with simple instincts to wander around the campus. Occasionally, if they were blocked, fist-sized snowballs would roar from behind. They spurted out from their bodies, hitting people with flowers all over their heads.

"Don't chase me alone!" The young public-funded student was chased by two snowmen and ran around, holding his head and shouting: "I still have to go to the library!"

Behind him, the two snowmen were silent, waving their broom arms persistently, raising pieces of 'snow sand' towards the wizard in front, and from time to time they would take out one or two freshly kneaded snowballs from their backs. Hit it with the wind.

The wizards passing by looked at the embarrassed wizard with laughter, and no one helped him, leaving him rolling and crawling while being chased.

"Use the Soft Legs Curse!" came a familiar voice from afar.

The wind and snow separated the space, so Zheng Qing couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was for a moment. But he heard that suggestion clearly. So after bypassing a tall sycamore tree, the young wizard quickly took out his Dharma book and slapped it hard:

"I'm Ma Huijun!"

The light green light suddenly brightened and swayed gently.

The two snowmen who had just chased Zheng Qing for nearly 500 meters suddenly paused amidst the fluctuations of the spell, then dispersed and landed on the ground, turning into two quiet snowdrifts again.

The young public-funded director breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you being chased by a snowman!" The familiar voice slowly approached, his tone full of curiosity: "Although these guys are very lively, most of the time, they will not take the initiative to attack the wizard."

As he spoke, a tall, thin, yellow-skinned wizard with a ponytail walked through the hazy snow curtain and appeared in front of Zheng Qing.

It was Nicholas, the classmate who had stayed in two grades and served as Zheng Qing's school guide.

"How do I know!" Zheng Qing patted the remaining snowflakes on his body and shook his head angrily, trying to shake off the half-melted ice crystals in his hair: "I just passed by the small square, and there were two groups of wizards. I was directing two groups of snowmen to fight. I just watched it for a while and smiled, but suddenly two snowmen ran out of the battlefield and chased me..."

Nicholas did not speak, but walked around behind Zheng Qing, stabbed, and tore something off his back.

"As expected." The repeater laughed and said, "Someone was playing a joke on you and secretly stuck the talisman behind you... It's probably just a prank, it doesn't matter."

Zheng Qing took the yellow talisman with a straight face.

Above, the bright red runes outlined with cinnabar are still shining brightly, and even the continuous wind and snow cannot suppress the undulating magic fluctuations therein.