Chapter 11:

The first time you saw Renault, it was in the library of the Imperial College of Magic.
At that time you didn't know his true identity, thinking that he was just a good-looking senior.
Because you have just entered the Magic Academy all day busy making up for the basic knowledge of magic and the theory of element decomposition, there is no more idle time wasted on these unrelated lace campus secrets.
You are just a civilian background, and you are very different from those upper-class students who have been trained as magicians since childhood, both in terms of resources and conditions. For them, the precious magic books and props that are readily available are for you. If you have to save for a year or two, you may not be able to buy one. If it weren’t for Horhus Dawn, who was not your teacher at the time, he kindly sent you a few basic magical textbooks after accidentally discovering your magic talent. I'm afraid you can't even enter the threshold of magic.
Most of the students in the Imperial Academy of Magic are either rich or expensive. It is actually very difficult for ordinary people from ordinary backgrounds to stay in the academy and gain a foothold. Even if they get admitted by chance, they may not pay enough tuition fees. Or because they started too late and failed to keep up with other students’ grades and were dropped out of school, the college is not a charity. No matter common people or nobles, the fees that should be charged will not be less than one point, and every year it targets poor students. There are fewer and fewer places. If you cannot impress the tutors with your excellent grades, you will soon be regarded as an inferior student and ordered to drop out.
Even your teacher, Horhus Dawn, initially regarded you as an ordinary student, and never thought of accepting you as a disciple.
Until you have won many excellent rankings in the top three in various competitions held in the academy, you have shown talents and aptitudes different from ordinary people, and you have been assiduously learning to ignore things outside the window. It finally touched the teacher's compassion.
Moreover, the first condition for this strange-tempered sacrificial priest was that his students should not be too intimately involved with any opposite sex.
Perhaps he is also worried that his students will affect their academic practice due to emotional problems.
In this environment, it is naturally impossible for you to have any interest or curiosity in a man who has never met.
But speaking of your first meeting with Renault, you still feel embarrassed when you think about it now.
Because you are petite, you can’t get the books on the top shelf of the bookshelf, and if you haven’t learned the floating technique, you have to go to the library administrator for help. It just so happens that the administrator goes to the student union meeting before he comes back. Renault, who was sorting books in the corner, became an administrator and asked him for help after a polite greeting.
After hearing your request, the young man was stunned. He turned his head and looked at you who was suddenly stunned by his appearance, his expression gradually becoming alienated and a bit of well-concealed fatigue.
You think the reason why this blond boy who looks as good as an elf is quite indifferent to you is because of your abruptness and the extra demand that increases his workload and dissatisfied with rejecting you.
But he didn't do that, but took down the book you wanted very gentlemanly.
You just wanted to thank him, and suddenly a small yellow picture with a large scale painted casually graffiti fell on the mezzanine of the book that the boy was holding.
This is probably a prank by the former student who borrowed the book.
When you look at this piece of white paper with unspeakable content, and the subtle stunned eyes of the blond boy looking at you, you are ashamed of yourself. You have not even accepted the book, and you blushed and left the book in a panic. Pavilion.
Because of this unexpected accident, you did not go to the library for several days in a row, but you did not expect that outside the library, you met the boy again.
It's still a very embarrassing scene of live confession.
However, with the juvenile's superb appearance and clean and unique temperament, you think he will be very popular and you can expect it.
But the girl's confession did not receive a response. The blonde and blue-eyed teenager stared at her with a gentle expression, but the jewel-like blue eyes were extremely indifferent and calm, like looking at an inanimate object.
Suddenly, the teenager showed a very gentle smile to the girl without warning. He lowered his voice and asked softly: "Why do you like me?"
"Because the senior is a very good and perfect person, and you are so handsome, and the young master of the duke's family, if you can become your wife, then I will be the noble duchess in the future!" The girl seemed to be bewitched. , Blurted out subconsciously.
After her voice fell, her face became extremely pale and ugly, as if she just said what she said was not her intention.
"So that's it." The boy still smiled, and responded very softly to the girl: "But I think you may have found the wrong person. Father and mother do not intend to make me an heir. If you want to become a duchess, I I can help you introduce my brother, he is the real heir to the Ducal Palace."
The girl's face became extremely pale in an instant, she covered her face and cried and left without saying goodbye.
After the girl left, the blond boy relaxed a little imperceptibly, and the smile on his face suddenly faded, as if he had taken off a disguise mask that he had worn all the time.
Immediately, he seemed to feel your presence, and turned his eyes to look at you, his lips waking up with that perfect and temperatureless smile.
"This school girl, are you looking for something to do with me?"
He may also treat you as a girl who wants to confess to him.
"I... accidentally passed by!" You felt extremely embarrassed after witnessing the confession scene, and you quickly found a reason.
The unexpected answer made the young man stunned unconsciously.
As if he was observing you carefully for the first time, he looked at you for a while and suddenly hesitated and said: "We... were we in the library a few days ago..."
"No, I have never seen you!"
For fear that the other party will remember the previous embarrassing incident, you quickly raised the book in your hand to block your face.
After a pause, you couldn't help but ask strangely: "If you don't like it, why don't you refuse it?"
After the second meeting, you finally found out the sense of disobedience that you had previously discovered in this young man. For example, when you asked him for help for the first time, you could feel that he was clearly not willing. But I still took the book for you. Facing the girl's confession just now, he clearly had a simpler and more direct way to refuse, but he turned around and used other methods to make the girl give up the confession.
It's so strange.
It's as if he doesn't know how to reject people at all.
Your question was also asked by the young man. He was silent for a moment and said nothing. He just looked at you quietly with a gloomy look in his eyes.
You also felt a little talkative, so you left soon.
After that, I don't know if it was a coincidence or bad luck. You and the boy met several times, but you both pretended not to know each other and did not have any conversation or contact.
Until one rainy night, you took the umbrella to the library to return the previously borrowed books that had expired. On the way back to the dormitory, for convenience, when you passed by the abandoned back garden path of the college, you were climbing the stone wall full of rose vines. When you found a group of unknown dark shadows, you were taken aback. After carefully reading the person's face, you couldn't help but be stunned.
"Senior, what are you doing here?...Your hand hurt?"
You find that the young man’s left arm hangs unnaturally, and wisps of bright red liquid slide down the wound on his shoulder. A small pool of muddy blood diluted by rain has gathered under the white fingertips dripping with blood. The young man seemed to feel no pain. After looking up at you, he withdrew his gaze again, and squatted quietly in the corner without saying a word.
It's like a stray dog ​​that doesn't need to be abandoned.
Somehow, looking at the desolate young man, such a strange thought suddenly appeared in your heart.
You originally wanted to call your tutor over to deal with it, but it was too late and the tutors had almost rested, so you can't wake people up in the middle of the night.
But just leave it like this, no matter if you have some conscience, after all, the boy helped you when we first met.
So you walked over tentatively and politely asked the young man if he wanted to go back with you to treat the wound first.
The young man slowly raised his head, his golden eyelashes trembling with water droplets, his hollow blue pupils looked at you almost blankly.
It seemed like a pure elf boy who was lost and injured in the forest, revealing a fragile and gloomy beauty.
You think this picture is a bit familiar inexplicably.
Probably a long time ago, you also faced a similar situation?
But soon you forgot this strange sense of familiarity and took the boy back directly.
Because your classmates are rich people who are either rich or expensive. Except for the poor civilians, no one will live in this shabby and dilapidated student dormitory, which is still in the most remote corner of the college, so you are lucky to have a whole The right to use the dormitory.
You feel a little weird when you are helping the teenager with his injuries.
Isn't this boy the young master of the duke's family? How could he suffer such injuries in the college?
Moreover, his wounds are extremely deep, as if he was deliberately scratched by some sharp weapon. There are clear nail marks and bruises on his neck and arms. Compared to a fight, it is more like being deliberately abused, and the boy just suffers silently. Did not resist.
Could it be... it's a love for nothing. Kill?
Thinking of the young man's high popularity in the academy, you couldn't help but diverge, and then sneaked a glance at him pretending not to care.
Seeing the young boy's handsome face, you couldn't help sighing.
As a student, you should study honestly. What's so good about falling in love? It is not only a waste of time but also so dangerous.
The exquisite and beautiful blonde boy who is like a puppet just stares at you blankly, his eyes are a little blurred, as if he is thinking of some distant past through you.
"I'm sorry that my healing technique is not proficient, so remember not to overuse this hand these days." After dealing with the young man's wound, you seriously told him.
The young man blinked his eyes dullly, not knowing if he heard it, the wet water drops from the tips of his hair, looking extremely fragile.
You really can't stand the wet and poor appearance of the boy, you find a clean towel and hand it to him to wipe his hair.
But he didn't move for a long time, as if he had lost the ability to move.
You think about sending the Buddha to the west, and you can help to the end. You can’t give up halfway, so you just cover his head with a towel, just like a little golden hair you raised before, and dry his hair carefully and patiently. .
I don’t know when the rain outside has stopped. You look at the sky and hesitate to speak tentatively to the silent teenager: "Senior, the rain has stopped. I will help you deal with the wound, now you can Go back now."
Although you brought the boy back to the dormitory to deal with his wounds, you have not been bold enough to spend the night in the same room with a teenager.
Of course, you know that the other person is definitely not interested in you, but after all, there are differences between men and women. You are also afraid that if someone sees a teenager walking out of your dormitory, you are afraid that the next day you, a little transparent, will become the college’s number one scandal. The protagonist.
Hearing what you said, the young man slowly raised his head and looked at you. The jewel-like beautiful blue eyes are no longer hollow like the previous ones, as if there is something else, under the faint light, showing a soft and greasy look. A moving blue color.
He stared at you with this gaze for a moment, slowly stretched out his white and slender fingers, and carefully grabbed the corner of your clothes.
It was like being bruised and tortured. The stray dog, who had been abandoned countless times, once again encountered an owner who wanted to trust, and carefully stretched out his warm red tongue to try and kiss the fingertips of the new owner.