Chapter 92: Bimoye's Emotions

Everyone has their own other side, and they show two completely different attitudes towards people they care about and those they don't. Even a casual word from someone they care about might be read in seven or eight different ways, while they wouldn't even pay attention if someone they don't care about did something earth-shattering.

Selt's disbelief was even greater than his surprise: "You said Bimoye smiled?"

During the break, people would chat in various corners of the academy.

Ursula nodded: "Today I had a magic theory class with him. Although it wasn't very obvious, I could see that his expression wasn't the usual cold one. At the time, I couldn't believe it either and thought it was an illusion."

"Wow, this is a big deal!" Selt said: "I've known him for so many years, and I've never seen him smile. In my memory, he's always been cold, and apart from a sneer, I've never seen him smile in any other way. In the past two years, he's been even colder, as if everyone had a deep grudge against him."

Ursula said: "It definitely wasn't a sneer. It wasn't really a smile, but it felt different, not as cold. To be honest, I've never seen him like this. Do you think he's sick?"

"And quite seriously, too," Selt agreed.

Ursula said: "Think about it, when was the last time he smiled?"

"The last time... the last time..." Selt thought for a long time: "It was probably seven or eight years ago. I didn't pay much attention back then because we used to play together a lot when we were young. Although he wasn't always happy, he was always with us, often talking. But as we grew older, he became colder and more distant."

Ursula said: "You saying that reminds me. He was very happy for a while back then, and he was different from usual. Later, something happened, and he locked himself in his room for several months. When he came out, he was a different person. I was quite puzzled at the time, but eventually, I got used to it."

"Anyway, this is indeed very strange, and I really want to know why."

"Then let's try to find out." Ursula smiled and looked at the clock on the main square: "It's getting late, I have to go. My next class is with the beautiful Sophina, and I don't want to be late."

Selt sneered: "Hey, there's a limit to being a lecher. If your mother finds out, she'll definitely deal with you, you womanizer."

"Hehe, don't be jealous," Ursula said with a happy laugh: "There are only a dozen or so students in the entire academy who study as magicians, so with fewer people, the teaching is more detailed. And Sophina is very dedicated, she teaches many things hands-on."

"Looking at your lecherous face, anyone who doesn't know you would think you're a pervert. Get lost, don't stand with me, or people will misunderstand me." Selt kicked him in the butt.

In an old wooden classroom, thirty students and a few teaching assistants were having a class on the preparation of magical potions. The students were trying to make the potions they wanted, with beakers, test tubes, powdered ingredients, and alchemical formulas all available. Only Konelia was lost in thought, occasionally letting out a soft, silly laugh.

"Hey, hey, Konelia, what's wrong with you?" Irina, sitting opposite her, waved her hand in front of her face. Seeing no response, she shook her awake.

"What?" Konelia moved, almost knocking over the things on the table.

Irina put the things back in place: "What are you doing? You're not paying attention in class. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I'm fine," Konelia looked at the formula list and started mixing the ingredients.

"I think you're fine, just laughing like an idiot," Irina pulled her aside: "We've been sisters for so long, tell me what's going on."

"It's nothing," Konelia said.

"Don't say it's nothing," Irina pinned her against the wall, not letting her go: "We had plans yesterday, but I didn't see you all day. You said you'd go out with 'Lin' in the morning, but you didn't come back until seven or eight in the evening. When you came back, you didn't talk to us or chat. You just sat on the bed, spacing out. When I asked you, you were vague. You, who usually wake up the earliest, had to be woken up by me today. All of this is too unusual. Analyzing all these things, you must be hiding something from me, from your good sister."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Konelia said, blushing: "Stop it, or the liquid in my beaker will dry up. I need to do the experiment."

"I know even if you don't tell me," Irina said: "I can tell from your face."

"You know?"

Irina laughed: "You must have met a boy you like, right?"

"You, you're talking nonsense!" Konelia turned her head, not looking at her: "It's not like that at all."

"Sure it is," Irina laughed: "You've never been able to lie, and I can tell you're caught. Who is it? Which boy? Do I know him? By the way, were you with him in a hotel... in bed all day yesterday?"

Konelia almost had a heart attack hearing her words, and she sternly said: "Don't talk nonsense. How could that happen so quickly?"

"Ha!" Irina clapped her hands and laughed mischievously: "You really have a crush on a boy, and you admitted it yourself."

Konelia regretted it deeply, realizing she had fallen for her trick. She had no choice but to admit it.

"Who is he?" Irina asked.

Konelia just shook her head, refusing to tell her.

Irina pressed her several times but got no answer, so she gave up, laughing: "If you don't want to say, fine. I'll find out anyway. Konelia, do you think you can escape from my grasp?"

Inside the residence of the Christin family, the servants found it strange to see Bimoye returning at this time: "Young master, aren't you going to class today?"

Bimoye ignored them and walked straight to his room. He took off his shoes and stood on the bed, looking up at the large crystal chandelier hanging from the oil-painted ceiling. Behind the chandelier was his secret, a secret even his family and grandfather didn't know. He jumped up and took down a small, exquisite wooden box.

"Here, I'm giving it to you." Seven years ago, a girl who looked like a little crying kitten suddenly held out this exquisite wooden box to him.

"What is it?" Little Bimoye took the box and gently shook it. It was very light, as if there was nothing inside.

The girl said: "This contains my secret. Now I'm giving it to you. Whenever you have something happy or sad, open it and tell it. It will keep your secret forever, forever."

Little Bimoye held the box happily: "I have something happy to tell it now. Can I?"

"You can," the girl smiled: "But only when no one is around, because it's a secret."

Bimoye recalled his childhood, and a strange feeling welled up inside him. The small, purple, gold-edged wooden box, no bigger than a palm, was engraved with a beautiful fairy. Opening the box, a soft, crystal-colored gemstone was set in the center, with four small elemental crystals at the corners, connected by a small magic array.

This was actually just a small toy made to record sound using special materials and a magic array. Although it was rare, it was actually easy to make. Bimoye channeled his magic into it, and the recorded sounds and words played back in his ears...

"Sophina!"

Sophina, who had just finished her class, hadn't even reached the office building when someone called her. Dafink waved and walked over to her, taking a set of keys from his pocket and handing them to her.

"I applied for them yesterday, and I got them so quickly," Sophina looked at the keys, put them away, and smiled: "Thank you for bringing them to me."

"It's a small matter, no need to say thanks," Dafink said: "I'm curious, you've always lived in the apartment and didn't like living in the teachers' dormitory. Why do you suddenly want to live there now?"

Sophina snapped her fingers and smiled mysteriously: "It's a secret."

Seeing Sophina enter the office building, Haber walked over. Dafink sighed: "You were right, she is indeed infatuated with that child. There was something off when she helped that child take leave and not return to the academy to sleep the other night. She probably wants to live with a student from the academy."

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