Mu Heng frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
The sky outside the window was already bright, and the sun was dazzling, bringing a kind of pain that seemed real and illusory.
Mu Heng was slightly startled, and it took a few seconds to realize where he was.
He sat up and scanned the clock on the table.
The light green numbers flickered in the dark background.
10:45
Mu Heng raised his hand and held his forehead, feeling a little unbelievable for a while.
Yesterday he actually... fell asleep looking at the file? Still sleeping so late
Since I can remember, Mu Heng has never slept so deeply. Even when he is resting, he is still on guard. As long as he sleeps enough for the most basic sleep time, he will wake up naturally, and this situation has almost never happened today. .
Mu Heng vaguely remembered the fragments in the dream.
He dreamed of a dragon.
The huge black dragon looked down at him, a pair of red-gold vertical pupils were like a dark fire igniting at the bottom of the abyss, and the black dragon scales shone in the darkness.
Mu Heng knew how powerful it was.
The spitting dragon flame can melt rocks and burn humans into dust.
The dragon in the dark looks so majestic and terrifying, with a deadly beauty that seems to be able to take people's breath.
They looked at each other in an eternal silence.
The dragon moved.
It stretched out its long tail and curled Mu Heng's waist with the thin tip of the tail.
It blinked those golden red eyes, lowered its head, and nuzzled Mu Heng with its kiss.
Mu Heng was stunned.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed it on the dragon's tail curling himself.
The touch of the dragon scales is so real, cold and hard, and the edges of the scales are sharp, giving him the illusion of being scratched.
But, going up a little bit, it is much softer than imagined
It's almost like human skin.
The dragon's tail trembled, as if to retract.
But because of the ghost, Mu Heng tightened his palm and firmly grabbed the tip of the opponent's tail.
The dragon didn't seem to expect it, it moved stiffly and looked down at him blankly.
Mu Heng squinted his eyes and looked back firmly.
—Don’t even think about running.
What a strange dream.
Mu Heng frowned and waved away the remaining images in his mind.
He got out of bed, bent over to pick up the documents scattered on the floor one by one, and frowned slightly.
Is your sleeping posture so bad
Shi'an was late for the first day of school.
Although Mu Heng solemnly apologized to him, Shi An was not very angry because he knew very well that it was his fault.
-The curse that he only lifted after he woke up naturally, it would be strange if he was not late.
Shi An sat in the co-pilot with his head drooping and yawned slightly.
Mu Heng saw sharply: "What? Didn't sleep well?"
Shi An absently shook his head: "... Nothing."
He did not sleep well.
The temperature of the humanoid pillow is indeed very suitable, the softness is moderate, and it is very comfortable to hold. Besides, it is very shiny and in line with his aesthetics. On the whole, Shi'an is very satisfied.
—If it's not that the other party always touches his tail.
The temperature of the human palm is scorching hot, and the feeling of being burned on the scales is very clear, and it permeates and diffuses along the texture between the scales, with an aggressiveness that cannot be ignored at all.
Even groping upward unconsciously.
Shi An never thought that the scales on his tail would be so sensitive.
Every slight friction between the dragon scales and the human palm ran through his body like a burst of electric current, causing him to shiver from head to toe to the tip of his tail.
Don't touch it anymore...
Blushing, his ears were hot, he loosened the man's waist little by little, carefully trying to pull his tail back.
—I, can’t I stop holding it!
It turns out that it won't work.
Before Shi An was about to retract his tail, the man who had been asleep suddenly tightened his palm and firmly grasped his tail.
Shi An's waist softened and he curled up.
He looked at Mu Heng's face in amazement. In the darkness, the opponent's eyes were still tightly closed, and he didn't seem to wake up from the curse, but his slender and hot palms still held his tail tightly. , Even casually squeezed.
When Shi An tries to pull one point, he will be pulled back for two points.
In the end, his whole dragon seemed to be fully cooked, even his toes curled up uncontrollably, his eyes dimmed, and he drew back pitifully and buried his face in the pillow.
regret.
I really regret it.
If he knew it was like this, he would rather sleep by himself...
Shi Anhui's intestines were green.
In the end, due to exhaustion, he finally fell into a deep sleep in a daze.
The vehicle drove very smoothly, and the humming mechanical operation sound was monotonous and deep, which made people drowsy.
Shi An yawned again and blinked the sleepy tears in the corners of his eyes.
Feeling uncomfortable and want to sleep.
Mu Heng's low voice sounded in the enclosed compartment:
"Would you like to sleep for a while?"
Shi An suddenly opened his eyes and straightened his back reflexively: "No, no more!"
Mu Heng glanced at Shi'an suspiciously.
Shi An stiffly changed the subject: "Well, hasn't the school arrived yet?"
Mu Heng retracted his gaze:
"Soon."
Twenty minutes later, the vehicle slowly drove into the Academy of Ability, and because they recognized Mu Heng's vehicle, they were immediately released.
Mu Heng looked down at the information on his mobile phone, drove the vehicle around two bends on the campus, and stopped in front of one of the strange-looking buildings.
Should I have class here today
After thanking him, Shi An got out of the car and walked towards the building.
A minute later, Shi An turned his head slowly, looked at Mu Heng who had been following him since getting off the car, and asked with some uncertainty: "That... are you going here too?"
Mu Heng shook his head calmly: "No, I'm going to find the principal next."
Shi An: "..."
He pointed to the building in front of him questioningly: "Here is the principal?"
Mu Heng shook his head: "Not here."
Shi An: "..."
?
Mu Heng lowered his eyes and stared at the bewildered young man in front of him, and his fingertips moved slightly.
He suppressed his urge to touch the other person's hair, and said calmly: "This time you are late because of me, so this time I will accompany you in."
Shi An: "..."
He said dryly: "This, this is really unnecessary."
Shi An has been in human society for a long time. Although some common sense is still lacking, he still knows how compelling it is for Mu Heng to show up with him on the first day of school. This is simply Contrary to his original intention to act low-key.
Finally, under Shi'an's strong insistence, Mu Heng compromised.
He nodded: "Okay."
Shi An breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the weird building with an empty schoolbag.
Inside the building is an independent and wide huge hall, which is somewhat similar to the training ground of Wang Li's house that he had visited before.
His lateness was not short, and the first class of school had obviously begun.
Since all classes are in parallel this time, so this time is the class for the entire freshman age.
The teacher is a middle-aged man who is not tall, with a pair of gray eyes pressed under the eyebrows of the same color. He looks gloomy and always makes his heart cold when he is stared at him.
His name is Xu Chengwen, and the courses he teaches are the basics of elementary magic training.
Because of his bad attitude, and often maliciously dropping students, he is the most unpopular teacher in the entire first grade.
Xu Chengwen saw Shi'an sneaking in from behind the training ground with sharp eyes.
He sneered, raising his voice and said, "Look, I was late on the first day of school. I don't know what genius is."
"You, come here." Xu Chengwen pointed to the position beside him, with a clear mockery on his face.
Shi An walked over obediently.
"Oh, let me think about it, isn't this classmate Shi'an? I heard that you were very famous before enrolling, so you were late on the first day? Huh?"
Xu Chengwen said with yin and yang strangely.
A snicker passed by the group of students below.
No one doesn't know that Shi An is famous because he is a waste of no magic, and has not succeeded in enrolling for several consecutive years. This year, he did not know what means to finally get in.
"Come on, try it."
A trace of ridicule flashed across Xu Chengwen's eyes, he bent down, picked up one of the balls, and threw it into Shi'an's hands.
This is part of the basic magic training, which tests the magic power. The more magic power is injected, the brighter the ball will be.
He said:
"Since you can be late on the first day, you should be very confident of your level?"
There was a burst of laughter from the audience.
Everyone's eyes stayed on Shi An, with no trace of kindness in his eyes, waiting to see the joke.
There was even a freshman who courageously booed and said, "Teacher, don't embarrass others. This is probably a power ball in his hand!"
The laughter grew louder.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded in the spacious training room.
Like a clear rest, the entire training room fell silent.
Shi An was also taken aback.
Since he changed back to the dragon shape once, his strength has been somewhat uncontrollable.
But... Why do these people react so much
Shi An blinked blankly, looked down at the control ball in his hand that was squeezed by him, then turned to look at the sluggish group of students, some do not understand why the room is full of silence now.
Isn't it a grip ball
The expression on Xu Chengwen's face also froze.
He didn't expect that Shi An didn't inject magic into the ball at all, but directly tightened his fingers and squeezed the ball directly.
The ball didn't light up, and it was broken to pieces.
And the biggest question is, how is it possible
Although the control ball is used to detect the control of magic power, as a teaching equipment, the magic pressure and physical pressure it can withstand are very powerful.
What kind of weird power is this? !
He furrowed his brows and violently snatched the remains of the ball from Shi'an's hands. He muttered unwillingly, "There must be something wrong with the equipment..."
At this moment, Xu Chengwen's cell phone rang, and he looked at Shi An with a grumpy expression: "You wait, if I find out what you have done..."
He sneered, then walked aside and connected the phone.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi An moved a few steps secretly, came to the side of Lin Yanming who was standing in the first row, and asked in a low voice:
"Speaking of which, what is this class?"
Although the timetable was delivered to him, Shi An didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into his schoolbag.
However, it's such a big field, and it's a grip ball...
Shi An thought for a while, guessing somewhat uncertainly:
"Physical education?"
Lin Yanming: "..."
At this moment, Xu Chengwen returned after answering the phone.
His attitude changed drastically, and his expression was kindly grotesque: "Oh, it turns out that you were late to help Chief Mu's favor. What a good boy, why didn't you tell me just now?"
He looked at Shi An lovingly: "Hurry up, come back to the team."
The entire training ground was silent.
"Oh, by the way, Chief Mu asked me to tell you. After class is over, give him a call and he will pick you up." Xu Chengwen said kindly.
Shi An was stunned.
He stopped yawning secretly and froze in place.
The moment I heard this familiar name, the memory of last night revived uncontrollably.
Shi An's eartips reddened, and he shrank back unnaturally, and then turned his head viciously to look at the dragon's tail that hadn't been retracted until now.
Anyway, it's all your fault!
And... I'll see that human again later... Shi'an is even more worried.
As if feeling the master's mood, the big dragon's tail drooped down and swayed listlessly.
—So when can we take it back!
The author has something to say:
Tail play is a good civilization
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