Chapter 27: Teaching methods (7)

Upon returning from Aridi's dormitory, Dilin felt itchy hands and couldn't help but find a tree downstairs and continue to feel it.
Strange to say, he seemed to have a natural sense of the water element, and he had a vague feeling from small to large. Later, after a little dial by the teacher, the feeling appeared as if cleared of clouds. But for the other three lines, his perception is very weak, weak enough to be ignored.
His Enlightenment teacher felt a little strange about it. People who can sense one element can often sense other elements, either one, two, or four. It ’s just that there is a sense of strength or weakness. After one kind of fixed practice, the other kinds will become weaker and weaker, until they are completely ignored. It's rare to be as specific as him.
Dilling didn't know why Hyde was so persistent in making him perceive the other three. He worked so hard because of his youthful enthusiasm.
Nearly eleven o'clock.
The night is extraordinarily peaceful.
Dilling stood a little numb with his legs.
Nothing as usual frustrated him. Aridi said that he felt tender and kind, and he thought he had worked hard to be gentle. Is it not kind enough?
Dilling stared blankly at the tree.
I do n’t know if he smiles at the tree, can the wood element be sensed?
Thinking about it, the corner of his mouth involuntarily moved up a little.
This is a weird picture.
A pretty young boy with short orange hair was smiling at a tree with an affectionate smile.
The crisp footsteps broke into the painting.
Dilling immediately pursed his lips and looked in the direction of footsteps.
Ning Ya walked back indifferently, like a ghost floating in the moonlight.
"Ningya?" Dilling called softly.
Ning Ya tilted her head, and those black eyes that looked like bottomless pits reflected her pale, almost transparent eyes, with extremely sharp black and white.
Dilling stepped forward, concerned: "Are you all right?"
Ning Ya's eyes flickered, and she spit out two words weakly, "It's all right."
"you……"
"I'm tired." Ning Ya avoided Dilling's hand, and walked towards the dormitory without looking back.
Dilling thought about it and followed him silently.
In fact, at every corner of the staircase, Ning Ya could see Dilling behind him, but he said nothing, as if he could see nothing except the road in front of him.
Dilling had a weird thought in his heart.
I remember when Ningya sought him for help, it was the same expression ...
Ning Ya quickly returned to the room.
Dilling returned to the room, waking up Suo Suo, who was sleeping in his bed, and let him return to his room.
"Why?" Soso rubbed his eyes and looked at him blankly.
"Ning Ya is in a bad mood." Dilling glanced at Raymond, who looked up from the comic strip, and lowered his voice, "Go with him."
Suo Suo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes due to drowsiness, got up and put on her shoes, and then looked at Dilling anxiously, "I don't know what to say."
"Whatever you say." Dilling patted his shoulder. "Don't let him be alone."
"Can you continue to sleep?" Soso asked timidly. He is really sleepy.
Dilling said: "When you go back, he should almost be ready to sleep."
Soso went back in peace.
Raymond waited for him to close the door and suddenly turned back with interest. "I always think Ning Ya didn't come to learn magic."
Dilling calmly said, "Why do you say that?"
Raymond said: "He always seems to be making friends."
"I also like to make friends." Dilling smiled at him. "Aren't you?"
"Well, that's different." Ramon looked at him strangely. "Why do you always speak for him?"
Dilling lowered his head for three seconds of silence before slowly saying, "Because I think he's had a hard time."
From the first moment when I first met Ning Ya, I felt that this pale boy seemed to be carrying something on his shoulders, which made him breathless. Even if he never said it, he rarely revealed it.
Dilin remembered the curse that Ning Ya had suffered the night of stealing the examination papers, his eyes froze.
The next day, Dilling looked at Ning Ya's very different and gentle look from last night, silently hiding the care that he was about to say, consuming breakfast alone, and walking towards the forest agreed with Hyde.
Sunny weather.
The sweet smell of flowers and plants permeated the air.
Dilling was recalling the scene of setting foot in the countryside with his mother when he was a child, he felt a dark feeling in his head, and the huge tongue of fire banged at the door!
The body reacted in a flash and flung to the right.
The hot wind whispered in his left ear, shocked him with cold sweat!
"Why don't you go to the Cavaliers Academy?" Hyde sounded ahead with a distinctive voice.
Dilling moved his legs and found that his limbs were not stiff enough before he stood up slowly.
Heidein obviously does not intend to let him go so easily. "It is the knight's instinct to use his skills to save his life when he is in danger."
Dilling couldn't hold his breath, he replied, "Because I respect your teaching, I forgot the water magic I have learned."
Hyde sneered: "You will forget, because it does not belong to you. If it belongs to you, even if you die, you will not forget it."
Dillin lifted his eyes, the flashing light in his eyes seemed to be deep in speculation.
"A true magician does not have the magic left by his predecessors, but creates his own magic. If you cannot do this, then you have not come to St. Padres to learn magic. Necessary. With your family's financial resources, shouldn't it be difficult to buy a bunch of magic scrolls to splurge? "Hyde raised his chin slightly, his eyes held high at him, disdainful.
Dilling's lips curled into a line.
The so-called magic scroll is equivalent to a contract with the element. Use gems as a bridge to communicate with the elements, and use spells written with magic potions on scrolls to activate magic forms. Its advantage is that it can be used by people with a little element induction, but the disadvantage is that it is expensive.
"I'll pay attention next time." Dilling answered coldly.
"Next time?" Hyde Yin gathered a flame in his hand.
Dilling's heart tightened, his eyes stared at the flame, and the water element in his head rolled up like a river. His habits made him almost use the water hood taught by Mr. Rich, but he was so strong that he quickly restrained this desire.
create……
create……
create……
His mind was completely blanked by these two words, and he didn't know how to create his own magic. In the end, there was only one thought in his head—
Extinguishing!
Perhaps this idea is too strong.
The water elements suddenly crowded together, and flung together towards the position where the fire element condensed!
Wow!
Great sound of water.
Dilling stared blankly at Heideen, who was poured from head to toe with a large scoop of water, and his palm that remained in the right position, still stretched in the air.
"Hai ... Teacher Dein?" He started hard.
Hyde, all wet, suddenly smiled weirdly. "That's the magic in your heart."
The corner of Dilling's mouth turned up unnaturally.
"No beauty." Hyde turned indifferently, dripping with drops of water, and walking deeper into the woods.
Dilling wondered if he would catch up.
"Continue to practice wooden elements." Heidein's voice came from a distance.
"Yes!" He answered loudly, then relieved.
The connection of the wooden elements has not progressed.
But Dilling was in a good mood.
Either way, being able to see Wolverine's Heidein is not easy. Although he felt that Hyde had not resisted on purpose, but this did not stop his good mood.
Back at the dormitory, he found that neither Raymond nor Soso had returned. He went downstairs and contacted the wooden element while waiting, until it was completely dark, and his stomach murmured for a long time, but no half of the students were seen.
This is too counterintuitive.
Could it be that they are participating in an event they do not know about?
If there is anything bad about a mentor and a student, it's news blocking. Especially the mentor is a solitary person like Hydein.
Dilling didn't even know who he should ask in this case.
He wandered around in the same place for a while, and decided to go to McReese's residence to see, as the instructor of the junior class, maybe he would have some news there.
The tutor and student dorms are not far apart.
It's almost twenty minutes on foot. Dilling used a trot, so he arrived in only ten minutes.
The instructor building is brightly lit.
As he was about to step forward, he saw McCrees coming out of the building, followed by a thin figure.
With only a glance, Dilling recognized the man.
He was so familiar with the paleness in the moonlight.
Ning Ya.
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