take the lamb to school

Chapter 15

Their quarrel was seen by all the teenagers present.

In fact, many people knew Lambert Monroe and experienced his rudeness.That is a little dandy who relies on the strength of his family to raise his tail to the sky.

Seeing that the person who countered him was just a mere commoner, some people felt offended just like Lambert - this is the natural difference between nobles and commoners, and some people admired Yiling from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hi, I just heard you... Sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, your name is Yi Ling?"

A boy came across the line of Ealing's newcomers and gave him a friendly smile.

He was a head taller than Ealing, and his skin was honey-coloured, smooth and even.Thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose and wide jaw, is a very handsome appearance.

It is not as impactful and oppressive as His Royal Highness, but it has a very friendly smile.

Ah, Yi Ling thought, why should I compare him with His Highness the Prince?No one can compare to His Royal Highness.

What is he doing now?He will be very sad if he can't find me...

The thought was fleeting, and Yi Ling immediately recovered and accepted the boy's kindness.

"Yes, my name is Yiling, what about you?"

"Ha! I'm Bowen Gold, just call me Bowen." The boy smiled heartily.

The Gold family is also a veteran aristocrat of Minsaru, but it has not fallen in the past few decades, and it just happens to be in an embarrassing position of being insufficient compared to the upper and more than the inferior.

"Okay, Bowen." Yi Ling said.

"You don't have to worry about what happened just now, Lambert is that kind of person," Bowen patted Yi Ling's shoulder generously, "If he makes things difficult for you in the future, I will stand by your side. Appreciate your courage, I think we can be good friends. What do you think?"

"Of course! I mean, it's a great honor!" Yi Ling was very happy, this was the first friend he made in Red Thorn Academy!

"Then, would you like to be with me..."

"Next person!"

The bearded man in red robe pointed at Yi Ling with the tip of his pen: "Good boys, you have three years to whisper in the next three years. Please report first."

"Ah, yes." Yi Ling took out his admission notice and handed it to the man in the red robe. "Here, sir."

The folded notice had become a little crumpled. The man in the red robe took a look at it, his beard trembling.

"It'll be a nice keepsake, and you should treasure it, kid."

Yi Ling blushed slightly, buried her head in shame, "I'm sorry, sir."

"Please call me Professor Dempsey," the man in the red robe lightly brushed the creased place with his right hand, and the whole paper was as clean as new in an instant, "It's a new school gift, kid."

He turned the inside pages, paused his hands when registering his name, stamped the notice, raised his head and looked at Yiling for a while.

The eyes were puzzled and strange, and finally turned into kindly calm.

Yi Ling was in a state of turmoil when he saw him, and couldn't help reminding: "Professor Dempsey? Is there any problem?"

Professor Dempsey withdrew his gaze, took out a key from the drawer beside the table, pressed it on the notice and handed it back to Yiling: "The admissions department stipulates that non-local students live on campus by default. The accommodation fee is three gold coins for one academic year, and it will be postponed for one week. Pay. Two people share a room, and I will randomly pick the key."

"However, if you have a partner you want to live with..."

"Yes, Professor Dempsey! Ealing lives with me! I was about to say this just now." Standing behind, Bowen put his arms around Ealing and interrupted the professor impatiently.

Professor Demps frowned: "Are you sure, Bowen? Does your father agree to let you live on campus?"

The local aristocratic students seldom live on campus, and their homes are not too far away, so they can drive a carriage back and forth every day.

Of course, this is not the main reason.

The aristocratic students don't live in the school because the school's dormitory conditions are not very good compared to those at home.

Moreover, for an aristocrat, living in school is a somewhat shameful thing, and it will attract ridicule from others.

"He will, I promise, Professor Dempsey," Bowen said confidently. "In fact, my father regretted not letting my brother live in school, so he thinks I need better exercise."

"Since you say so, Bowen," Professor Dempsey took out another key, "you can live together. However, I don't want to see your father visit the dean because he doesn't want you. I believe you can Convince Sir Gould, eh?"

Of course he heard that Bowen was not telling the truth, but out of consideration for the young people who wanted to make friends, he granted Bowen.

"Yes, Professor Dempsey, I will never cause you any trouble." Bowen said with narrowed eyes without being ashamed at all.

In this way, Yiling's first friend became his roommate again.

He couldn't be more satisfied with this result, and he would rather live with a friendly person like Bowen than a stranger who doesn't know his name and knows his good and evil.

You know, he has to stay in school for three years.

"Okay, let's go. Remember, class will start at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"No accident, I will be your teacher in the new semester."

Professor Dempsey knocked on the table: "Continue, next one!"

Yi Ling and Bowen smiled at each other, and walked into the campus of Red Thorn College holding hands.

The two walked around the academy before entering the dormitory.Their room was on the third floor, and the furnishings inside were nothing new to Bowen, but to Ealing they were considered very comfortable.

Each person has a large bed, a desk, and a shared bathroom and wardrobe.

There are a bunch of books on the desk, which are divine arts textbooks for beginners.

There was a schedule posted on the back of the door, and it did say "8:00—Introduction to Divine Art".

"How do you like it here, Ealing?" Bowen lay on the bed propped up on his elbows, looking curiously at his new friend.

Yi Ling kept walking back and forth in the room, as if she wanted to finish exploring here today.

He drew back the curtains, and replied, "Everything is wonderful, but this is what I like best. You see—our room is well lit."

The bright sunlight shone wantonly on Yi Ling's body, and the fluff on his face trembled under the light. The full upper lip connected the eyebrows, eyelashes, and the tip of the nose, forming a beautiful profile curve.

Bowen was a little dumbfounded, he stared at the young man in front of him, the man turned around, the corners of his white robe were blown up by the wind, the flower trees outside the window made clustering sounds, and red flowers fell in pieces.

Yi Ling raised the corner of her mouth happily: "Then what do you think, Bowen?"

"...Well," Bowen looked away unnaturally, and whispered, "I think, I think it's beautiful."

He lowered his head, loosened his clenched fingers, and quietly gathered a few delicate petals in the palm of his hand.

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10 I have made new friends, and my mother is very pleased.

The treasures who commented are so warm, I love you.More today.In the next chapter Vigal appears.