"Not so long ago" to Mr. Zheng Qing seems to be a long, long time ago.

If the young public finance student remembers correctly, he entered the blank space, which happened at the end of April, and in a few days, it should become what happened 'last year'.

Just thinking about it, the boy suddenly became a little dazed, and subconsciously looked at a bookshelf not far away. Between several heavy reference books, there is a transparent ball, and a strange small tree in the ball is swaying slightly, as if greeting him.

His gaze seemed to have been scalded, and he suddenly retracted it.

"You once said,"

The sorcerer tried hard to get rid of the flutter that flashed in his heart, and echoed Mr.'s words in a dry voice: "'The most exciting thing in the process of pursuing the truth is that you will never be able to grasp all the variables'... Maybe your It would be more appropriate to replace 'accident' with 'variable'."

"bingo!"

The gentleman put down his teacup, snapped his fingers, and his face became more and more interested: "In this world, as a 'forbidden curse' that can break all rules, 'accidents' or 'variables' are most likely to occur near it... um , no wonder there are more and more messy things in the school these years... such an obvious rule, why didn't I notice it before..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyelids, glanced at the young public fee student, and then nodded thoughtfully: "Before you, the fourth generation, every forbidden spell was mastered by many wizards, and it required the concerted efforts of many wizards to cast it." Working together, there has never been a situation where great power is gathered in one body... The dispersion of mantras reduces the attraction to "accidents", and the concentration of mantras means that the attraction to "accidents" is strengthened... I have always felt that there are frequent accidents around you It is because you have more contact with me. Now it seems that your own problem seems to be bigger."

On the desk, the yellow fox pricked up its ears at some point, and became absent-minded when playing with the little fox.

In front of the small red clay stove, Zheng Qing didn't see anyone else, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The warm tea finally made his throat less dry.

"Is there any way to avoid this kind of 'accident'?" The young public fee student considered the words: "For example, Transfiguration, or some guardian magic?"

"If an accident can be avoided, it ceases to be an accident."

The gentleman said something very philosophical, raised the teacup in his hand, and touched the cup in the boy's hand: "But your words gave me another inspiration... since 'accidents' or 'variables' will be attracted by a forbidden spell , does that mean that relying on this forbidden curse, we can find a way to build a second forbidden curse that takes 'accident or variable' as the convergence path? If this forbidden curse is successfully constructed, then 'accident or variable' will Will never be your trouble again."

Zheng Qing's visit to the bookstore tonight was originally a Christmas present for the little fox.

He absolutely did not expect to hear such advice from Mr.

"What a... surprising solution."

The young public fee student chewed a piece of tea leaves that fell into his mouth, tasted the bitterness it brought, and smacked his lips: "... Undoubtedly, an accident."

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When Zheng Qing and his husband were discussing "accidents" in front of the small red clay stove.

Korma also had an accident of her own.

When she followed Zheng Qing and Su Shijun into Sanyou Bookstore, the shop that looked dark outside suddenly lit up with orange lights. From the dark place to the light, the slightly dazzling light made her squint her eyes.

Then, when she opened her eyes again, Zheng Qing and Su Shijun who were walking in front of her had long since disappeared.

In the slightly cramped bookstore, there are densely packed bookshelves, criss-crossing, and a strong sense of oppression comes oncoming. Looking up, you can hardly see the color of the ceiling. The long and narrow aisle between the bookshelves can’t be seen at a glance, and it leads straight to a very deep place, giving people a feeling of looking directly at the endless starry sky or the endless seabed. And fear.

"The ocean of knowledge is more suffocating than the ocean of reality."

An old and gentle voice sounded in the witch's ear: "This kind of suffocation is on the spiritual level. Compared with the physical level, it is more desperate. But it's like the sentence in the library of Jiuyou Academy - only firm belief , can guide you so that you won’t get lost in the ocean of knowledge. Well, that’s probably what that sentence means.”

The voice seemed to be right next to her.

Kerma was taken aback, but she tried her best to resist the urge to take a step back, because she clearly remembered that there was a door behind her, and if she stepped back, she would exit the door.

After suppressing the shock for a moment, she noticed that the person speaking was a slightly pudgy old wizard, wearing black round glasses, with a yellow raccoon lying on his shoulder, standing not far from her, Looking at her with a smile.

The yellow raccoon's tail drooped from the old wizard's chest, waving weakly, looking bored.

"I…"

As soon as she said a word, the old wizard held up a finger and shook it lightly. The witch immediately found that she had lost the ability to speak.

"I'm Zheng Qing's husband, and I'm probably the one you want to see."

The old wizard beckoned, and walked to the depths of the bookshelf on his own. While walking, he said unhurriedly: "Don't worry about other people, everyone has their own destiny... I know you came to ask for help. My opinion. But I must tell you that it's up to you to make up your own mind."

"Youth, ignorance, and recklessness are all synonyms in my opinion. And they are closely related to 'accidents'. Sometimes, the decisions made by 'accidents' are often better than the results of 'deliberation' by old people~www. lightnovelpub.net~ Just like you appearing in the bookstore today, it was also an accident."

"This accident may bring you good luck, or it may bring you trouble in the future. I will not let 'authority' affect any of your decisions, but I hope you can sort out your situation from a higher perspective. The decision to make... Ah, I found it!"

Mr. took out a book from the bookshelf, turned around, and handed it to the witch behind him. After a little hesitation, he reminded under the contemptuous eyes of the yellow fox: "...in the days to come, you will face betrayal, slander, and frame... , isolation, bullying, abandonment, pain, etc. can be described and unspeakable experiences. Sometimes even face the doubts and suspicions of the entire wizarding world."

"Can you hold on?"

"No, don't answer me right now... I hope that after a long, long time, when you think of this conversation again, you can happily pick up the teacup in front of you and throw a cube of sugar into it."

As he said that, the gentleman pulled out a tray out of nowhere, and there was a cup of hot tea and a small box of sugar cubes on the tray. The gentleman picked up the clip in the box, put a lump of sugar into the tea, and then handed the teacup to the witch in front of him, smiling slightly: "The tea is very fragrant, but also very bitter, adding some sugar will make it less bitter... like this .”

Kerma took the teacup in confusion.

In the next second, her eyes blurred, and she had already appeared behind the bar on the first floor of the Cherry Blossom Tavern. The teacup in her hand was still filled with pearl-colored mist, and the sugar cube in the cup had already melted into the tea.

The witch frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, brought the teacup to her mouth, and took a sip.

The astringent sweetness permeates the heart and spleen.

Then she looked at the book in her hand. The title of the book made her frown slightly, but she couldn't help but smile knowingly—it was "Entering the First University" that many people in the school knew but few people read seriously.