Chapter 28: Teaching Method (8)

McReese first spotted Dilling. He stopped and looked at Ning Ya. "Your friend is here to pick you up." As the instructor of the junior college, he knows the students' private relationship well.
Ning Ya's eyes narrowed for a while, and then she slowly recovered her sense of clarity, watching Dillin slowly approach.
"Teach Your Excellency," Dilling saluted.
McReese nodded and said, "Are you coming to Ningya?"
Dilling was a little shy. He came to ask why there was no one in the dormitory, but looking at Ning Ya's pale face and McReese's restless words, he subconsciously hid the question in his heart, "Is he all right?"
McReese sighed. "Take him back first."
Dilling looked anxiously at Ning Ya.
Ning Ya turned around, gave a salute to McReese, then lowered her head and walked towards the dormitory.
Dilling hesitantly looked at Macrith, seeing that he nodded silently before he followed.
"Perhaps you can rely on your friends." McCrees whispered.
Dilling turned back unknown.
McReese has turned back.
"You ..." Di Lin speeded up two steps and walked to Ning Ya, looking at him without knowing how to ask. From the side, Ning Ya's cheeks look thinner than when she first met, and her transparent complexion seems to melt into the air at any time.
"Are you here for Suoso?" Ning Ya glanced at him.
Dilling looked awkward.
Ning Ya said blankly: "They held a bonfire party in the open space before, and you have no time to go now."
"Let's go together?" Dilling tempted.
Ning Ya shook her head. "I'm going to pack up."
"tidy up?"
"Um." Ning Ya's shoulders fell slightly. "I'm going home."
Dilling suffocated suddenly, and blurtly asked, "Why?"
"I miss home."
"But we haven't been here long!" I also knew that homesickness was just an excuse. Entering Saint-Pades is a dream for everyone on Dream Land! No one will give up this dream because of homesickness.
Dilling's chest was dull and he couldn't help but said, "Is it because you asked me about it before?"
Ning Ya frowned, stopped and looked at him seriously, "If you are a friend, can you forget that?"
Dilling took his footsteps and fixed his eyes on him, "You came to Saint-Pades to seek help from the sanctuary?"
"You are not my friend." Ning Ya lowered her eyelids gently.
"It's you that I'm not a friend!" Dilling urged to step forward. "If you are a friend, why can't you tell me what difficulties you have encountered?"
"Because you're from Shaman Lille, I'm from Langzan." Ning Ya looked at him as if looking at the country behind him through him.
Dilling froze.
Even if they come to Saint-Pades, this place far away from the politics of each country cannot change the national label on them.
"So," he didn't know what he wanted to say, but he didn't want to let the atmosphere go on like this. "Where is Siro? Can he help?"
Ning Ya lifted her head, and there was a flash of flame in her eyes. "He is different from you."
Dilling froze.
"Still," Ning Ya's face seemed to be frozen and cold and hard, "Do you think that I would do everything unscrupulously to you?"
Dilling's face flushed, and he said, "I didn't mean that."
But Ning Ya didn't listen to his explanation and turned away.
Dilling followed him silently, just like last night.
When he came, Lu Mingming was very long, but he quickly came to an end when he went. It was so close to Dilling that he hadn't figured out how he should apologize.
Although it was only a brief moment, Dilling had to admit that he did secretly guess whether Ning Ya would do what he had done to himself in the forest to Siro again.
Ning Ya returned to the room and did not close the door, but packed her things up one by one. Except for daily use, it was thrown into the space ring.
"Do you really want to go?" Dilling stood at the door, watching him clean up.
Ning Ya said nothing.
"Aren't the college helping you?" Dilling had a hard time figuring out what he really felt about the weak boy in front of him. Perhaps sympathy, for the crumbling weakness. Maybe it was because he was the first of his life to express the same kind of affection to him. Or maybe ... is dependent, because he is the only friend in this academy who has made him feel dependable.
"Not for now." Ning Ya's fingers tightened.
"Temporarily?" Dilling said, "Is that ok later?"
Ning Ya looked up, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and said lightly, "There is no future."
His words, Dilling did not understand until a long time, but at that time, even annoyance could not change the reality.
Raymond did not return until midnight.
The noise rushed into the quiet dormitory like a tide, making Di Lin out of control.
Aridi was carried back by Jeffery and Raymond, one by one. All three drank a lot of wine, which can be seen from the bruise on Aridi's face.
Dearin waited at the door for a long time before he saw Soso's figure—
Hang on Silo's body.
Although a little far apart, Dilling could feel the anger that was on the verge of breaking out.
Dilling frowned and greeted him.
His mood tonight can be expressed as bad, so he doesn't mind finding an opponent to get into a fight!
"Get him out of me!" Silo said angrily without giving Dilling any chance to speak.
Dilling was slightly surprised. Siro he knew was a man who was so gloomy that he rarely put his emotions on his face. This is clearly inconsistent with his knowledge. But he quickly learned why.
Siro was exuding a scent of alcohol and odor on his chest. If you read it correctly, it should be the trace after vomiting.
"Soso." Dilling's voice was extremely soft.
If it wasn't for Siro's expression being too sloppy, he would probably pat Sosso's head and praise him for his good work.
Of course, he didn't mind leaving it to do it slowly after going back.
"It's strange to wake up like this." Silo held back a few stench from his chest, trying to throw Soso off his body. He usually looked down on him, don't look down on him and his limbs are not long, but the skill of picking people is first-rate. He shuffled him several times and ended up tearing his clothes and leaving himself shirtless.
Dilling seeing Suo Suo's hands and neck with red handprints, his eyes suddenly sank, took a step forward, grabbed Suo Suo's waist, and gently touched his head and said: "Good, home."
Siro stared at him coldly, his eyes clearly mocking.
But to his surprise, Soso really let go of his hands and obediently moved to Dilling's arms.
Suddenly losing his weight, Siro only felt cold for a while, and couldn't help shaking.
"Thank you, His Royal Highness Your Highness Prince Siro, for returning Soso." It is unsatisfactory to return Soso, but in the end Soso is chopping on the other side.
Silo snorted and turned away.
Dilling knew that he must go back to take a shower, and he was in a good mood, holding Suo Suo and walking upstairs.
Sozoan was divided like a kitten, and Dillin didn't even realize he was holding him in bed. He just found a comfortable place and went to sleep.
Dilling panted, sitting next to the bed, covering her nose.
There were two drunks in the room, and he didn't even want to sleep well.
He thought about it and went straight to the next door.
Because Soso often shuttled between the two rooms, Ning Ya hardly closed the door. When Dilling entered the room, he was already asleep.
Dilling stomped onto the bed, facing away from the wall, watching Ning Ya's back.
The moonlight was trembling slightly on his back.
Dilling sat up suddenly.
Because he found that it was not Moonlight that trembled, but Ning Ya.
He remembered Ning Ya's cursing out of the library. He walked to the bed in three steps and two steps and whispered to his shoulder and said, "Sorry?"
Ning Ya turned her head slightly, her pale face was cold.
"You ..." Dilling just said a word, he watched in horror as a black vine spread slowly up his neck.
Ning Ya retracted her head to the bed, her body curled up.
For the curse, Dilling had no idea but to sit beside the bed, gently holding his hand across the quilt, and silently transmitting strength.
I don't know how long, the moonlight outside the window spread between the two beds.
Ning Ya turned her head and whispered, "It's all right."
"Does this happen every night?" Dilling contemplates.
Ning Ya lifted her head, her gray hair stuck to her forehead, and her black ink-like pupils were silent like deep ponds. "Just go home."
Dilling's throat was tickling. I almost blurted out the words I borrowed your magical legion, but in the end it was almost.
He owns the Magic Army because of his surname Baceco.
Because of his surname Baseko, he could not lend to the Ningya Magic Army for no reason.
The answer to this question was doomed from the start.
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