He Holds a Rose from the Abyss - Chapter 37

Sheffield got up very early, it was just dawn when he got up.

Chi Lang was not very awake, opened his eyes a little, tilted his head and asked, “Why did you get up so early?”

Sheffield reached out and covered his eyes again.

“Sleep well, I hope you can wake up when I come back.”

“So what are you going to do?” Chi Lang’s eyes were on Sheffield’s hand, and he felt like he was going to fall asleep again.

“Let me invigilate the freshman entrance exam.”

Chi Lang laughed a few times and burrowed into the quilt: “Then you go, hahaha, it should be easy to invigilate the exam, anyway, according to the rules of the exam, isn’t the power in your hands?”

Sheffield: “No, if too many people pass an exam, the invigilator will be penalized.”

Chi Lang gave a “um”, and then said, “Then you should be stricter. If you don’t see anyone bribing you, just agree.”

Sheffield smiled: “Nothing impresses me either.”

Chi Lang stuck his head out and said, “Then can you apply to invigilate my exam in the future? So I can bribe you! Can I impress you?” , has risen from cheating to bribing invigilators.

“Forget it, forget it, it’s better that you don’t have the chance to invigilate my exam…” Chi Lang sighed again.

“why?”

“…In this way, I always feel that we have an improper physical relationship.”

Sheffield:…

After this group of freshmen entered the school, they had not learned anything else, but they had already learned how to cheat in exams.

Sheffield has seen through several illusion magics, and has driven several summoned creatures out of the exam room.

With a smile on his face, his movements were slow, and he looked at the students in the examination room one by one. In a trance, he felt that he was really just a senior student who came to help the teacher invigilate the exam-he was about to integrate into such an ordinary life.

Sheffield moved his gaze to the last row, where there was a row of students from the Department of Illusion, who were burying their heads and struggling to write their exam papers.

“Making the most simple illusion spells wrong is more than a blank paper, so let’s leave.”

He looked left and right again: “Prophecy magic can’t let you directly predict the answer, let’s think about other magic.”

The movements in the hands of the freshmen did not stop, and they were still writing the test papers, but the movement of magic in the dark was getting bigger and bigger. Sheffield cast his eyes out of the window, and would have let the group pass if it weren’t for the excessive movement of magic.

Just blatantly using the Philosopher’s Stone, this method is a bit too clumsy.

Sheffield looked at the girl who was using the Philosopher’s Stone. She obviously didn’t know how to use it, so she clicked on it indiscriminately.

Then came a voice from the Philosopher’s Stone: “…The sustainable development treaty for Bogudomon was signed on September 2nd this year…”

It’s the answer to this quiz.

But the sound was so loud that almost everyone in the front and rear of her could hear it.

The girl hurriedly continued to manipulate the magic stone, and the magic stone flickered twice, still broadcasting the answer, but it was broadcasting the answers of other subjects.

Sheffield stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her: “Give me the Philosopher’s Stone, and you don’t have to pursue the responsibility of your companion.”

The girl gritted her teeth and nodded, but her finger accidentally slipped over the lower end of the Philosopher’s Stone.

The stone began to put other words, some of the words that its previous owner had been chatting about, and in these rambling words, Sheffield heard the sentence clearly—

“I like you very much, can we be together?”

This sentence was said by Chi Lang. In the afternoon many days ago, he was tricked by Joyce, and he kept this sentence in the Philosopher’s Stone.

Sheffield could hear who said this. In his memory, Chi Lang should not have said this to others, so it is obvious to whom this sentence was said.

His mood suddenly became very good, as if he saw a famous painting of roses, and the moment when the flowers bloomed was frozen forever.

Sheffield withdrew his hand, with a gentle smile on his face: “Go ahead with the exam, but the spell you just used the Philosopher’s Stone was wrong, so it’s better not to use it next.”

“Didn’t you take this? Can I still take the exam?”

“Let’s take the test,” Sheffield said softly.

He glanced at the clock and felt that the time passed too slowly. He couldn’t wait to return to Chi Lang’s side, so he knocked on the table and said with a smile: “There are still 125 minutes until the end of the exam, but I am not I want to wait.”

“I think you won’t be able to do some questions, so why don’t you submit the papers in advance.”

The mentality of “don’t want to submit papers in advance even if you can’t do it” is common in every world. After Sheffield said this, no one got up to hand in the papers.

His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were erratic, and he added: “If it is 25 minutes in advance, it will be counted as one extra question, and if it is handed in now, it will be counted as five extra questions.”

Everyone’s movements stopped for a while, and their expressions were a little confused, only Sheffield still smiled at them.

A few minutes later, Sheffield closed the classroom door with a large stack of papers and finished his proctoring job.

When Chi Lang saw him, he was shocked: “I’ve only heard of those who submitted papers in advance, and I’ve hardly seen any invigilators who could finish the exam ahead of time.”

Chi Lang often went to Song Southwest to chat.

He often felt very bored, and urged Song Nannan: “Otherwise, let’s play a pair of mahjong to refresh our minds and improve our intelligence.”

Song Southwest: “…Aren’t you very poor? Don’t lose all your money in a while.”

Chi Lang thought about it and it was right. Later, in the discussion between the two of them, they finally found a game that they could play – Werewolf Killing.

Putting things together, Chi Lang called all the people he knew Joyce, Dinah, Berg, Luth and Longbeard, and then Song Nannan also found some people.

They formed a 12-person werewolf killing game, and they came out to play basically every few days.

Chi Lang is actually not good at playing this game. He is often in a state of “this person makes sense” and “hey, this person makes sense too”.

But these can’t kill his enthusiasm. He will never forget the thrill of being a “Wolverine” and finally leading the Wolves to victory.

However, he felt that even if he could no longer play, he still had some dirty routines.

For example, in the first round, he and Song Nannan were both in the werewolf camp. They negotiated a trick to cheat medicine at night, and then Chi Lang died on the first night.

The witch didn’t save him on the first night.

It’s so amazing, Chi Lang looked around, but he didn’t expect that there were people who knew their tricks without a teacher.

The rest has nothing to do with Chi Lang. Obviously, Song Nanxi was also very confused, but a wolf died at the beginning, and the wolf team also lost miserably.

The witch is Ruth.

Chi Lang asked him, “Why didn’t you save me at that time?” He felt that it would be fine for Les to talk about such metaphysics as face-seeing.

Ruth: “Young man, you don’t look very smart. Even if you are in the same camp, we can win without you.”

Chi Lang: …

Later, Chi Lang understood that it was useless to talk logic to novices.

Their werewolf killing game mixed with newbies and veterans has evolved into a game of grievances and hatreds in the end, for example, after everyone was tricked by Joyce for a game or two.

Longbeard said with tears in the first game: “No matter what, let’s throw Joyce out first. If he’s a wolf, he can lead the team down, and if he’s a good guy, he can throw his mates out.”

Joyce, who was focused on dragging his feet, was banished from the referendum by an absolute advantage.

Sheffield has been paddling, he has won more and less, and he has made no mistakes, and appears to be mediocre in the werewolf slaying.

On the other hand, when Chi Lang and Song Nanxi were in the same camp, they often talked hype and lied in a good way. The two of them had played a lot of werewolf killing games together before, so there was still a tacit understanding.

The reason for this is this.

Chi Lang and Song Southwest were once again assigned to the werewolf camp at the same time. The two of them stopped playing routines and played in a proper manner. However, the other two teammates, Joyce and Luth, came with their own “Bang Beng Quan”. Team” buff.

However, Chi Lang’s speech also exploded. All of his left and right people had already identified him as a wolf, and he also felt that he would definitely be cast out. Song Southwest was in the good guys camp at this time, and he had yet to reveal his flaws.

Sheffield is a civilian card and said: “We can analyze the last wolf…”

Although Sheffield’s performance in the previous werewolf killing was not very good, at this moment, Chi Lang looked into Sheffield’s eyes and suddenly had a strong premonition that Sheffield must know Song Nannan’s identity.

Chi Lang turned over the identity card and quickly said, “I blew myself up.” The blowup immediately entered the night, and other people could no longer speak, and there was no voting session. Sheffield’s speech was thus forcibly terminated.

Sheffield turned his head, glanced at him, and smiled. Chi Lang was inexplicably a little guilty.

Song Southwest lived up to expectations, ambushed to the end, and led the Wolves to win like a lone hero.

Sheffield’s speech in the back was mediocre, making Chi Lang feel that it was just his illusion.

Just at the end, Sheffield kissed him on the right cheek: “Come on next game.”

In this round, Chi Lang touched the Prophet card, which he hadn’t touched for a long time, and used the killing on Berg.

Sheffield was in front of him at the sheriff’s referendum, laughing: “I’m the prophet card.”

Chi Lang’s heart skipped a beat. He looked at Sheffield. Sheffield’s smile was still gentle, but he was orderly and logical.

When Chi Lang speaks, he bites the bullet. He thinks his speech is average and not particularly provocative.

But many people sided with him, and even Joyce said it in a well-organized manner: “Chi Lang’s speech this time is very good, and the logic is smooth. I will definitely sided with him.”

Joyce used the word “sure”, someone like him who has always been unable to understand logic and fell on both sides of the wall, actually said that the iron stood beside him.

Chi Lang felt that this was definitely not Joyce’s sudden enlightenment and recognized his identity as a prophet.

Rather, they were playing barbs, letting the Wolves stand aside as true prophets and confuse the good people’s sight. After all, his behavior of such a group of people standing on the side was too much like the Wolves holding a group.

Chi Lang, a true prophet, was finally considered a wolf by good people and was thrown out early.

Sheffield has been confirmed as a prophet, and there is nothing to criticize in his speech, but one point is that he has advanced the round of voting Song Nannan: “If the vote is returned, Mr. Priest will be the first in this round, he The speech is good, but as a civilian, I don’t have such a high vision…”

In the end it was Wolves who won. Wolves are almost at a loss, which can be described as a big win. When the final identities were revealed, Sheffield and Joyce were both wolves.

Joyce looked innocent and pointed to Sheffield: “He made me do it.”

Chi Lang was a little relieved and a little sad, he said to Sheffield: “You can actually do dirty routines.”

Sheffield put away the cards and raised the corner of his mouth: “No, I’ve seen it for a long time, but I just think that if you win, you seem to be very happy.”

Chi Lang patted his shoulder: “It’s a little crazy, boy, can’t you see that you are still a hidden werewolf killing the boss? Then why do you suddenly want to win again?”

Sheffield smiled and said nothing.

Chi Lang began to feel that they might not be playing the same game.

Sheffield began his slaughter journey, with his hands folded on the table, always unhurried, speaking with a nonchalant tone, acting as if he had God’s perspective.

When he was in the good man camp, he had the experience of talking about four wolves in the first round of speeches. When he was in the werewolf camp, he played both barbs and hard gangs very well. Chi Lang has never been in the same camp with Sheffield in subsequent rounds, and he lost miserably in every round.

But Chi Lang felt that he was hopeless. Once Sheffield got the witch card and revealed Chi Lang’s identity as a werewolf. At first, his tone was still indifferent.

Until the last sentence, Sheffield suddenly looked towards Chi Lang, smiled, and said, “Baby, hand over your cards, don’t force me to poison you.”

All right. Chi Lang thought, he said so, so I simply admit defeat.

Although he was ruthlessly crushed by Sheffield in every game, he looked at Sheffield’s face and listened to him slowly and logically, and actually gave birth to a feeling of “he is so handsome”.

Alas, it is not wrong to lose.

A new round begins.

Chi Lang revealed this identity card – werewolf almost in a heartless heart, and then looked at his wolf companion in a heartless heart.

what!

Sheffield!

Chi Lang’s eyes lit up, and he smiled at Sheffield, feeling that he was about to cry with joy.

Then in this game, Sheffield burst into chat, and finally recognized the wolf and was resisted.

Chi Lang seems to understand, he just doesn’t want me to win.

Too much.

When they walked back to the dormitory, Chi Lang looked very depressed, and he whispered: “You just don’t want me to win, it’s too much, and there is no game experience.”

Sheffield took his hand, and Chi Lang responded quickly at this time, reaching out and covering Sheffield’s mouth.

“Don’t try to get away with kissing, I’m still very sad.”

Sheffield smiled, his eyes almost bent into slits.

Chi Lang: “How do I feel… Your eyes are getting smaller and smaller? Is it because you are laughing too much, hurry up, stop your smile.”

Sheffield:…

“Then you can’t kiss me after I let go. You’d better think of a good reason.”

Sheffield nodded.

After Chi Lang released his hand, Sheffield was still close to his face and touched the corner of his lips. He narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone: “When we were all in the Wolves, you didn’t blow yourself up to save me, right?”

Chi Lang: “…Can that be generalized? I blew myself up at that time. I’m not saving you, I’m sacrificing love.”

He thought about it for a while, and finally remembered his werewolf self-destruction game, and then he laughed and said, “You can’t be… jealous, right? Don’t, I saved him out of my father’s care, and that If you don’t save him in a game, Joyce and Luth are left, and it’s completely impossible to win.”

Sheffield: “No,” he turned sideways and hugged Chi Lang. “When you and that priest were in the same camp, I often felt that there was an atmosphere between you that no one could fit in.”

Chi Lang felt uncomfortable again: “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to…”

“You don’t have to say ‘I’m sorry,’” Sheffield said. “I often feel sorry for not living in the same world as you. So—can you teach me anything else?”

“what?”

“A field you are familiar with.” Let me get a little closer to you.

Chi Lang was stunned for a moment: “Do you really want to learn?”

After getting an affirmative answer, he began a life of wandering Sheffield.

First of all, he taught Sheffield extensive and profound mahjong skills, and then from UNO to Doudizhu, he taught almost all the card games he could think of to Sheffield.

Sheffield didn’t learn fast. They and Luth often played landlord battles together, but Luth’s skills were also very poor. In the end, Chi Lang became the biggest winner.

It turns out that he finally got rich by playing Dou Landlords?

Chi Lang felt a little embarrassed again, and he asked Sheffield, “Are you short of money?”

Sheffield could probably guess what Chi Lang was thinking, and replied casually, “It’s missing.”

So Chi Lang dawdled and pushed the coin next to Sheffield again, twitched his head, and said, “Just treat it as a reward for that!”

Sheffield raised his eyebrows and took his words: “Am I only worth so much money?”

Chi Lang: “… Then add a little more?” Then he found that he had become very poor again, and owed Sheffield a lot of money.

“I don’t think we have an improper physical relationship anymore,” Chi Lang lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, “We have a dirty money relationship.”

Sheffield held back his smile, kissed Chi Lang’s earlobe, and said a word in his ear.

Chi Lang sighed quietly: “…But I have no money.”

Sheffield said thoughtfully: “Then don’t do it today.”

Chi Lang sat up from the bed with a bang, and then went to find a notebook. He bent the notebook into a tube shape, and then pressed it against Sheffield’s neck: “No, I want to rob.”

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