The fire elements condensed into flames, pushing the scattered water elements back to the surroundings.
Although Dilling could clearly feel the light and heat of the fire, the place in his mind that belonged to the flame was pitch-dark and nothing.
After I don't know how long, my back suddenly became cold, and the hand that had been supporting him was withdrawn.
Dilling opened his eyes.
Heiden had put away the flames.
The sparse silver stars in the night sky cast a thin layer of gray light just above their heads.
For the first time, Dilling felt that the light flickering in Hydein's eyes was no longer so bright and penetrating.
"It seems that I overestimated you." Hyde looked at him condescendingly with the advantage of being half a head taller.
Dilling's fingers on his side suddenly clenched, "Come back tomorrow!"
Hydein pouted, "Do I look like someone who is free every day?"
Dilling's lips pursed.
"Perhaps," Heidein's face was close to his ear, "you were right to put your mind on the endorsement before."
Dilling turned his head.
The nose tip to nose tip of the two is only the thickness of a piece of paper.
"I will take the first place." Dilling said word by word.
The heat of his breath sprayed on Heidein's lips, causing him to frown involuntarily and lean back.
"It will also meet your standards." Dilling glared at him, although he knew that the other party might not be able to see his expression, he still acted serious and firm.
"My standard?" Hydein snorted lightly, then turned around and walked out of the forest.
Dilling stood there for a while. The wind in the forest swept his back from time to time, helping him to slowly put away the sweat on his body.
Back in the tent, Suosuo was sleeping on his stomach with his head turned out, with a sparkling saliva dragging his fleshy face.
Dilling reluctantly took out a handkerchief to help him wipe it off.
Soso moved, turned her head to the other side and continued to sleep.
A hand suddenly reached out, holding a bowl of corn chowder on it.
Dilling turned his head, and saw Neia smiling at him. "I made dinner for you."
A loaf of bread really doesn't last too long.
Dilling felt a strong thirst in his stomach the moment he smelled the corn chowder. He took the bowl and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Neia crouched down beside him, "It's a pity it's cold."
Di Lin took a sip and praised: "It's delicious even when it's cold."
"Really?" Neia glanced over the corn chowder.
Dilling was surprised: "You didn't drink it?" He immediately realized that this bowl of soup must have been saved by Neia for him. Because the chef in the college cafeteria divided meals according to the head. He looked at the bowl and hesitated whether to give him half the bowl. After all, he has already drank this bowl of soup, so it is obviously extremely impolite to distribute it like this.
Seeing through his hesitation, Neia smiled and said, "I ate a whole piece of steak, and my stomach is still uncomfortable."
Dilling then lowered his head and continued to drink the soup.
After drinking the soup, Neia took the bowl very naturally, and when Di Lin reacted, he had already walked a long way with the bowl.
Looking at his back, Dilling felt an inexplicable awkwardness in his heart. Neia's attitude towards him seemed to have gone beyond what he knew.
He sat down outside the tent and quietly waited for Neia to come back, which was the only courtesy he could return at the moment.
There were slow footsteps behind him.
Dilling couldn't help but look back.
Alidi was bending over and quietly walking over. Seeing him turn around, he was slightly startled, quickened his pace, and squatted beside him.
"What's wrong?" Dilling looked at him inexplicably.
It was late, and most of the people were already asleep, so Aridi's cautious look was all the more ridiculous.
"I know where the test papers for this competition are placed." Aidi said in a low voice, "It's in Library No. 1."
Dilling frowned, "So what?"
Aidi glared at him angrily, "Do you really think that we can memorize the top six by memorizing like this?"
Dilling said: "What you should be most concerned about at the moment is yourself."
Alidi came in a hurry, but he ate such a nose of ash, and was very bored. He shook his hand and said, "Whatever you want. Anyway, the bet is Soso. For me, the luckier the Gulan people are, the happier I will be." He saw Dilling's eyes suddenly turned cold, he couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, and bowed back like he had come.
Dillin also turned back to the tent to lie down after being so disappointed by him.
Although the surroundings were quiet, his heart could not be quiet.
Heidein's every word, every expression, every expression is vividly replayed in his mind. He even used his imagination to tinker with Hydein's possible expression in the dim light of the forest.
Must be arrogant and disdainful of disappointment...
Dilling was stunned.
The premise of disappointment is hope. Why does Hyde have hope for him alone
Or, he had already told Neia and the others these words, and because he wasn't there, so he added it alone
He thought about Heidein, and along the way, he thought about the game.
In fact, although Alidi's idea is bad, his meaning is not wrong. Even if they worked hard to endorse, the hope of finishing in the top six remained elusive. As far as he knows, among the students who can join the Holy Court, many are geniuses in the true sense, not only comprehension, perception, but also memory. Maybe what they may not remember over and over again, others can memorize just by looking at it.
He sat up, looked at Suosuo's innocent sleeping face, and sighed long. Soso's situation in Goo-ran is not good. He originally hoped that Suso could use his status as a graduate of the Holy Academy to improve his status, but now it seems that it is also very difficult.
perhaps…
His eyes darkened.
Perhaps Aridi's proposal is not entirely out of the question.
Dilling got out of the tent distraught.
Only a few figures swayed in the open space.
He remembered Neia who went to wash the dishes, so he walked to Neia and Raymond's tent, and quietly opened a small gap with his fingers, trying to confirm whether he had returned. But the scene in front of him surprised him.
Not only was Neia absent in the tent, but even Raymond was nowhere to be seen.
Dilling's face sank, and he walked quickly to Aidi's tent.
Alidi and Jeffrey were lying on their backs.
Seemingly sensing his sight, Alidi rolled over and sat up, "You!"
"Where's Neia?"
Most of Alidi's face was hidden in the darkness, "How do I know?"
"He and Raymond are gone." Di Lin said solemnly, "If you don't know where they are, then I have to find a mentor to find a way."
Seeing him turn around to leave, Aidi became anxious and said quickly, "I know I know."
Dilling squinted at him.
"I just told them the answer to Library No. 1. They decided to go," Aidi muttered.
Dilling shook his head and left.
Aridi sat uneasily in the tent.
Jeffrey rubbed his eyes and sat up at this time, "What happened?"
Aidi snorted.
If he really wanted to know what was going on, he would have sat up long ago when Dilling started to speak. Why wait for someone to leave and then pretend? But Alidi has no time to expose his little tricks now. Dilling's attitude made him feel like he had done a very stupid thing. Obviously he was kind, but now he seems to be the culprit.
He spat and rushed out of the tent.
At night, the No. 1 Library is as eerie as the legendary ghost house.
Dilling ran to the gate and stopped, slowly adjusting his breathing.
The door to the library was ajar, and Luce was unexpectedly not in his usual place.
The aisle in front of it that has been walked more than a hundred times this month seems to be an endless black hole. The moonlight stopped more than ten centimeters in front of the French windows on both sides, and the gray and black were distinct.
Dilling took a deep breath, touched the beating heart on his left chest with his palm, and walked in slowly.
The leather shoes underfoot tapped the floor lightly, each and every time.
For the first time, Dilling knew that the sound from the library floor was so clear.