Why?
Roland wanted to ask, but then he remembered that these two little fellows were commoners. And all magic apprentices had the status of descendants of nobles. It was nothing more than the difference between a big noble and a small noble, and a declining one.
Originally a small and harmonious group, when two outsiders of different levels suddenly mixed in, the other magic apprentices naturally wouldn't be too happy.
"Did other people bully them?"
Vivian shook her head. "No, after all, the two of them were personally recruited by you, Deputy Chairman."
It was already very late at this time. Roland thought for a moment and said, "Go and call those two little fellows to me. If they're asleep, wake them up."
Vivian looked a little surprised, but she still went downstairs as she was told.
Not long after, she brought the two little fellows up.
The two little children, a boy and a girl, looked at Roland timidly while rubbing their eyes. They were worried that they had done something wrong to make the Deputy Chairman unhappy, so he woke them up in the middle of the night to scold them.
"You must not have been very happy recently, because other people don't like you very much."
Hearing this, there was a little grievance in the eyes of the two children, but there was more stubbornness in their expressions.
Roland chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter. Isn't it normal for nobles to look down on commoners? Since you've come in, learn well. Don't worry about other people's opinions. With me here, at least they won't bully you, and you won't lose learning resources. But the most important thing is still yourself. Even if you're commoners, as long as you become official Mages in the future, who would dare to look down on you and talk about your identity?
"You're not bad at all. As long as you work hard, you'll eventually become official Mages."
With these words, the two little fellows were so excited that they couldn't help themselves. They looked at Roland in admiration, their faces flushed and their eyes shining.
"All right, go down and rest." Roland waved his hand gently.
The two little fellows bowed slightly and left, bouncing. After they went down, their happy laughter could still be faintly heard from the stairs.
Vivian covered her mouth with her hand and yawned lightly. Then she asked curiously, "Are those two little fellows really talented?"
"Not bad."
Actually, it was very ordinary, but the advantage was that it was still young and very malleable. As long as he taught them carefully, and they didn't slack off, Roland felt that it wouldn't be difficult for them to become official Mages before they reached adulthood.
"What do you think of my talent?"
As she said this, Vivian suddenly made a very bold move. She leaned over and placed her hands on Roland's desk. The neckline of the magic robe had been opened a little too wide, and then it drooped down because of gravity.
Roland looked straight ahead and saw everything that he shouldn't have seen.
Stunned for a moment, Roland said calmly, "Very talented, very rare."
Vivian stood up straight again. She looked shy, but she slightly tilted her head, looking very proud.
The moonlight shone through the window and enveloped Vivian. Some of the flying debris was illuminated by the moonlight, like specks of light dust, surrounding this beautiful, proud, shy, and bold girl, making her look like a fairy that appeared in the middle of the night.
Vivian's eyes were as bright as clear water. She gently placed something on the table and said, "You can come find me anytime."
With that, she turned and left. After leaving the study, she let out a soft cry of surprise, held her almost ripe face in her hands, and ran downstairs in a panic.
On the desk, a light yellow wooden key was left behind.
Roland looked at the key, deep in thought. In the end, he put the key into his Backpack.
Then he went to the magic lab and kept doing all kinds of magic experiments to calm his somewhat restless emotions.
The sky soon brightened, and time stopped. Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin, washed up as usual, went to the computer, and opened the game forum.
Although he could also read the forum in the game, time in the game was too important. He didn't want to waste a second dealing with the affairs of the Magic Tower, teaching the magic apprentices, and doing magic experiments.
So the daytime, when there wasn't too much important to do, was naturally a good time to browse the forum.
Jett had already posted the agreement they had reached with the nobles online in the form of a video. Now, the general discussion board was almost entirely filled with posts discussing this incident and the matter of Delpon.
A large number of players began to analyze the course of their battle and the distribution of benefits afterward.
Roland clicked on a thread that had received the most likes.
"The Impact of the Delpon Incident on the Hollevin Aristocracy, and on the Future Behavior of the Players."
The poster was actually O 'Neal, a data powerhouse whom Roland knew.
The post used detailed data, as well as many classic historical cases, to analyze the incident from the side. In the end, two conclusions were drawn.
"The unique brutality, weakness, and compromise of the aristocratic bourgeoisie are undoubtedly exposed."
"The role of high-end combat power in war is too great."
The post explained the Delpon affair in plain English, and the sequence of their every move and its effect on the future, was clearly and logically stated.
Roland even felt his scalp tingle after reading it. "Isn't this reading too much into it?"
But come to think of it, this was the difference between why O 'Neal was a data powerhouse and Roland was just an undergraduate.
After reading the forum for a while, Roland rode his bicycle to the saber arts club again.
Eating the delicious breakfast made by Night Tide Sand, he chatted with Qi Shaoqiu and his sister.
Just as he was about to finish eating, Qi Shaoqiu suddenly said, "By the way, another student came to take a look yesterday afternoon, and he'll probably come over to pay his tuition later. When he comes, you perform well and help me gain face, that way it'll be easier for him to stay, got it? "
"Okay." Roland nodded.
Now the three of them were very familiar, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were good friends. Besides, Roland ate the delicious breakfast made by the girl every day. He had to help even if he didn't want to.
After breakfast, Night Tide Sand had wanted to wash the dishes himself, but Night Tide Sand took his bowl away first.
Then Roland went under the shed, and just as he put on his protective gear, he saw a red sports car parked in front of the saber arts club.
Qi Shaoqiu patted Roland on the shoulder. "The tycoon is here! Look sharp. "
Roland, however, narrowed his eyes. "I thought this sports car looked familiar."
Qi Shaoqiu looked at him in confusion.
Then the sports car's wing door opened, and a man got out.
Roland twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly. Damn, isn't this Li Lin? Why did he come over too?
And Li Lin's gaze swept around the saber arts club, and when he saw Roland, he froze for a moment, then quickly walked over.
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