Chapter 108 Winter Solstice
Lu Yi had a dream.
In his dream, he crashed headfirst into a soft wheat-colored wall.
The soft wall is bouncy and feels surprisingly familiar.
Before Lu Yi could carefully feel the familiar touch, the soft wheat-colored wall melted into liquid chocolate the moment he fell in.
Lu Yi's first reaction was to open his mouth and try to swallow all the melted chocolate into his stomach.
But the next second he found that his action of swallowing the chocolate was just a drop in the bucket, and the ocean of chocolate soon drowned him.
First his mouth and nose, then his ears, and finally his entire senses were swallowed up by the chocolate.
Lu Yi couldn't scream and his breathing became increasingly difficult.
The oxygen in his abdominal cavity was getting less and less, and when he was about to suffocate, Lu Yi suddenly sat up and opened his eyes.
Lu Yi was caught off guard and ran into a pair of light violet eyes. He was unable to react for a moment.
He then realized that he was lying on a soft bed and Callisto was sitting beside him.
Lu Yi blinked and said slowly, "Your Majesty?"
"Yes, I'm here," said Callisto.
"… Am I, drunk?"
Lu Yi got drunk only a few times, but he knew that after being drunk he would just fall asleep quietly and would not behave like a drunk. So when he found out that he was drunk, although Lu Yi was confused, he was not panicked.
However, the look he gave Callisto was still somewhat dazed as if he had just sobered up, not as clear as usual.
There was a tuft of his golden hair sticking up on the side, giving him a very cute and adorable look.
Callisto thought Lu Yi was extremely cute at this moment.
He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He neither reached out to help Lu Yi adjust his messy hair nor reminded him.
He just nodded and murmured "hmm" in response to Lu Yi's question.
Lu Yi shook his head and muttered in confusion: "Strange... Did my mother change the recipe of the osmanthus wine she brewed?"
"Maybe." Callisto assured him, "Although this wine may not seem strong at first, it has a strong aftereffect. If you are not a wine lover, it is natural to get drunk."
"Headache?" Callisto asked him.
Lu Yi shook his head and replied with some surprise: "It doesn't hurt."
Although he doesn't drink often and rarely gets drunk, he has had a few experiences of being drunk.
Every time I wake up from being drunk, not only do I have a splitting headache, but my mind is also confused and heavy.
This time, not to mention his confused mind, Lu Yi didn't even feel the slightest bit of discomfort.
He immediately realized who deserved the credit.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. This is the first time I feel like I was never drunk after I sobered up."
Callisto smiled at him and asked, "Are you hungry? It's time for dinner."
Lu Yi turned his head to look out the window, and was surprised to realize that it was already evening.
He slept all afternoon.
Callisto showed a subtle look of anticipation, as if silently inviting him to have dinner with him.
"OK."
Lu Yi thought that he had nothing to do tonight, so he readily agreed.
The two had a pleasant meal together in the Vatican.
Whether it is Callisto's unique views and concepts, or his niche but practical magic skills, Lu Yi has benefited a lot.
It was not until night fell that Lu Yi reluctantly boarded the Vatican's carriage back to Braceside.
I was reluctant to leave, but I rejected Callisto's invitation to stay overnight without hesitation:)
…
For Lu Yi, after everything was on track, his days as the head of the first grade began to become dull yet extremely busy and fulfilling.
He attends classes in an orderly manner, handles grade matters in an orderly manner, and from time to time persuades his fans who come to him to tell tales to get along well with each other.
Occasionally, you have to deal with the elusive Ares and Eris.
Perhaps the night they slept in the same bed together had awakened some strange habit in Ares, and he would perform the sneaky act of climbing into bed in the middle of the night every few days.
Relying on his unrivaled strength, Ares can even do something like climbing into bed quietly without alerting anyone except the victim Lu Yi.
And Lu Yi went from being shocked and stunned when he first woke up to find a half-naked man on his bed, to being indifferent and even accustomed to Ares' sudden appearance. It was less than half a month in total.
Half a month.
It was Lu Yi's ordinary daily life in Braceside.
It is also the Holy Child Trials that Rand will face in St. Dover.
The day of the beginning of winter.
Switching to the vest's perspective, Lu Yi curled up in the quilt, staring at the sporadic snowflakes falling outside the window in a daze.
This is the first snow of this year.
The snow fell slowly, but the wind whistled and hit their windows violently.
Saint-Dover and Braeside are not far apart, but it was Saint-Dover where snow began to fall first.
The first snow of winter fell at the beginning of winter, and the spires of St. Dover's teaching buildings and dormitory buildings were covered with a thin layer of snow.
I wonder if the snow will be thicker when I climb up again tomorrow morning?
Or will it just melt away?
I don’t know if St. Dover will organize students to clear the snow if the snow is too thick.
Based on his experience in handling grade matters at Bryside, this kind of thing would definitely be handled by the first-year students.
That is them.
Although the school system of St. Dove is somewhat different from that of Braeside, freshmen are still oppressed.
...Speaking of which, when it snows in Bryside, should he drag Samman along and let the sophomores accompany the freshmen to shovel snow? Or should he just let the sophomores shovel snow alone?
After all, the second graders lost the grade trial competition. According to the rewards agreed upon at the time, the first graders could ask the second graders for help within a certain range.
He thought the help of snow shoveling was quite suitable.
Lu Yi thought aimlessly.
Wavelin handed him a cup of hot milk and asked, "It's snowing, Rand, do you want to go out and see the snow together?"
"No, what's so good about snowing? Will you be sitting outside like a tree stump, being blown and frozen?"
Lu Yi changed his half-lying position to half-sitting up, and with some difficulty stretched out a hand from under the quilt to take the hot milk handed to him by Wavelin.
Wavelin was puzzled by his behavior and asked earnestly, "Lant, are you cold? Although we are only apprentice magicians, our physiques have been strengthened to some extent, so we shouldn't feel very cold... Is it possible that you have a special physique that makes you more sensitive to cold than ordinary people?"
Wavelin's face was full of concern. He didn't even think about whether Lu Yi was lazy and didn't want to go out. He was genuinely worried about his physical condition.
After all, in the eyes of the tall and strong Weverlin, Rand was a little too thin.
Every time he saw Rant lift the heavy knight sword with his extremely slender wrist, Waverin would secretly worry that the sword would accidentally break Rant's hand.
Even though he knew that Rand's strength was still above his, Wavelin couldn't help but feel worried.
"Although the chills don't seem to be a serious problem, it might be a sign that something is not going well in the body. This is not a good idea. It's best to move..."
Wavelin continued to nag, and Lu Yi drank a sip of hot milk as he muttered, squinting his eyes with a somewhat happy expression, "So sweet~"
"You must have put half a spoonful of sugar extra." Lu Yi said with certainty.
"Yes, I did put half a spoonful more sugar today than before. Although I have no basis for this, I somehow feel that you would want to eat something sweet today. It is indeed a bit cold today. This is the first snow since we came to St. Dover! There are many people walking outside... I will buy some cakes and other desserts later in the afternoon..."
Wavelin was diverted by his words, but after he finished speaking he circled back to the topic again.
"Of course, you can't eat too much dessert. I heard from those ladies that desserts are the source of weight gain. Winter is a good time to store fat. You don't like to move around and always stay in the dormitory. You even have less time to practice sword fighting with me. You should eat less dessert. Eat less and move more. If you move, you won't feel cold..."
Lu Yi sipped the remaining milk in the cup, but he was muttering in his heart why Wavelin was becoming more and more like an old woman every day.
He clearly remembered that this man was a tough guy who was ruthless, quiet and taciturn?
Wavelin continued to mutter. After seeing Lu Yi drink the last sip of hot milk in the cup, he kept trying to persuade Rand to move more, while he took the cup very smoothly and walked to the sink on the other side, skillfully rinsing the cup with milk residue on the wall.
After drinking the milk, Lu Yi felt warm all over, and Wavelin's muttering sounded like a lullaby in his ears.
He changed his half-sitting position to half-lying again and said vaguely, "Wavelin, you're just overthinking. How do I look weak? Can a weak physique knock the sword out of your hand?"
Wavelin's brows jumped, his fighting spirit aroused by his words, and he shouted, "Come and fight! Lanter, use your sword to prove that I am wrong!"
Lu Yi glanced at Weflin who was about to draw his sword, and said calmly: "Provocation doesn't work on me. I said I won't go out, and I won't go out."
"I really don't understand why you are so excited. You are not one of those people from the Southern Empire who are seeing snow for the first time, right?" Lu Yi complained.
Wavelin's behavior really reminded him of those southerners in his previous life who got extremely excited when they saw snow.
"Don't you understand that weather like this is perfect for snuggling in bed and drinking something hot?"
Lu Yi said righteously: "Winter! It is the winter of the quilt, the winter of early nightfall and long sleep!"
Wavelin looked at him speechlessly and helplessly, "I can't argue with you, but let me remind you that the Saint Son Trial is about to begin, and you will have to get up at six o'clock."
Weverlin felt that his worries were not groundless. After all, since the temperature dropped, Rant would sleep until noon as long as he had no classes in the morning, and he brought lunch every time.
Lu Yi, curled up in the quilt, froze, looking sad, "Don't remind me of this cruel fact..."
"Who on earth came up with this competition system? Why do they have to hold the selection of Saint Sons in the middle of winter when there is no other place to do it? They are just looking for trouble... Isn't it better to hold it in spring, summer, or autumn?"
When Lu Yi thought about the fact that he would have to get up before dawn for the next period of time, his fists clenched.
Wavelin turned his head in astonishment, "Rant, stop talking!"
"This is what His Holiness the Pope proposed! If His Holiness's followers heard you say this, you would definitely be in trouble!"
The corner of Lu Yi's mouth twitched slightly, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."
Okay, okay, Callisto, right?
Hello, Your Holiness.
He remembered them all!
The author has something to say:
What, is the shortbread (playing dumb)
Astor (angry): Who put the wrong osmanthus wine in the wrong bottle for Lu Yi? !
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