Not long after, Field took QiQi to the library. Holan had just finished class, and Veena walked out from between the bookshelves.
"What are you doing, Veena?" Field asked. "Reading," Veena replied. "What are you reading? Let me see," Field stretched his neck to look.
"The Encyclopedia of Magical Anomalies" "How to Enhance Magical Activity" "One Hundred Strange Magics" All books about magic.
Without surprise, they were probably for him. "Veena is immersed in books for you every day," Holan said as he approached.
"Thank you for your hard work," Field said warmly, smiling and ruffling Veena's hair. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Veena, you need to rest. Look, you're getting white hair."
As he spoke, he plucked out a white hair and said, "See?" Veena seemed a little flustered at the sight, quickly taking a step back. But as she did, Field happened to pull out the white hair.
"Ugh..." Veena held her head as if in pain. "What are you doing?" Holan frowned. "Uh... I didn't mean to... Veena, does it hurt?" Field asked.
But Veena soon put down her hand and softly said, "It doesn't hurt..." How could it not hurt? The pain of pulling out hair, though brief, was still clear.
Field apologized, "I'm sorry..."
Veena shook her head gently, "It's okay.
" Veena was so obedient that Field felt a bit guilty.
So he said, "My affairs can wait.
I'm strong enough for now, and magic is just my hobby."
"You don't have to worry about it. Rest more, so you don't grow more white hair, okay?"
"Okay," Veena nodded gently. "Then let me apologize again, and you just say it's okay."
"Okay." "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"So obedient~" Field smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair again.
Veena saw Field raise his hand, her body slightly tense, but she didn't retreat, allowing his hand to fall on her head. But this time, Field's strength was very light, still gently rubbing where he had just pulled out the hair.
"Does it still hurt?"
Field asked. "No," Veena shook her head. "
Then let's go, I'll take you to eat good food and replenish your body!
" Field grinned and said. Holan, who was standing beside them, looked at Field and smiled faintly. Sometimes, this big guy was surprisingly gentle, especially towards Veena. Holan could understand Field's feelings.
After learning about it, she also felt a strong protective instinct towards this simple girl. But then she looked a little confused. Field liked Veena very much, she could see that. And Veena couldn't do without him.
Only someone like him could protect such a quiet Veena. But... what about her? It had been a month since she met Field, and she and this big guy had an ambiguous feeling.
She had also reflected on whether she really liked him. The conclusion was - yes. If she didn't like him, why would she let him hold her hand? Field was strong, confident, smart, and humorous, like the sun, shining wherever he went.
Who wouldn't like him? So, could she accept herself liking someone and still like another person? Moreover, that person was her student... And maybe not just one.
She had no answer to this question.
"Professor Holan, if you don't hurry, I won't wait for you," Field's voice came, pulling Holan back from her slight daze. "
Ah... Oh, I'm coming!" Holan hurriedly caught up.
Watching Field's back, her eyes were full of complex emotions.
Then she took a deep breath.
Don't think too much, don't think too much, just let it be, just let it be...
"Where do you want to eat?" Hollan asked.
"I know a great restaurant," Fei'erde replied.
The restaurant he mentioned was naturally the one he had lunch with Hilda before.
"Is this considered a candlelight dinner?" Hollan suddenly asked.
Her voice sounded ethereal, it was a magical transmission.
Why use magical transmission? To ensure others wouldn't hear.
Fei'erde looked at Hollan and noticed her eyebrows curved, with a hint of teasing in her slightly raised lips.
Fei'erde chuckled and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Of course not, a candlelight dinner should be just the two of us."
The warmth from his breath made Hollan's neck shrink, and her ears turned red.
"When are you ready?" Hollan asked.
"Whenever you're ready," Fei'erde chuckled softly.
Hollan blushed even more but said, "It's just... just dinner, what's there to prepare?"
"You need to prepare a beautiful dress, put on some lovely makeup, to have a romantic dinner together~" Fei'erde said innocently.
Hollan: "..."
She couldn't help but lightly pat Fei'erde, looking a bit annoyed.
This Fei'erde must be thinking impure thoughts but still pretending to be innocent, he's really naughty!
But at this moment, Fei'erde wasn't thinking about those things, his attention was on something else.
The strand of Vina's hair.
He suddenly noticed that Vina's white hair wasn't entirely white. The tips were white, there was a half-inch section in the middle that was chestnut, and the roots were white.
How could normal white hair be like this?
So on the way, he gently rubbed the chestnut part of the white hair with his finger, and after a moment, he looked at his finger.
The chestnut part disappeared, replaced by pure white.
Fei'erde couldn't help but be surprised, turning to look at Vina.
Vina was walking ahead, following beside Hollan, and didn't notice his gaze.
From this angle, Fei'erde seemed to be looking at Hollan.
Seeing this, Hollan's face turned slightly red, gently tucking her hair behind her ear, this gesture indeed was enchanting.
"What are you looking at?" Hollan asked.
"Looking at a beautiful person," Fei'erde smiled slightly, causing a ripple in Hollan's heart, but she was still a mature woman, looking directly into Fei'erde's eyes.
"Are you talking about me or Vina?" she asked.
"Both," Fei'erde smiled.
"Hmph, not honest," Hollan lightly hummed, no longer looking at him.
Fei'erde felt that something seemed off with Hollan, his gaze returned to normal, then lowered slightly, as if hiding something in his heart.
What's wrong, about Vina?
Fei'erde glanced at the white strand of hair in his hand.
Obviously, this chestnut color wasn't Vina's original hair color, so... Vina's chestnut short hair was dyed?
Would this rustic Vina dye her hair?
In this world, of course, there was hair dyeing technology, and it was made from pure natural plant branches and leaves.
But Fei'erde didn't think Vina would dye her hair for beauty, especially since chestnut hair color was common here.
Why dye the original hair color into chestnut?
Fei'erde's guess was for integration into the crowd, and for self-protection.
After all, strange hair colors would attract more attention.
Just like Hollan's hair, perhaps because she was an ice mage, her hair was naturally deep blue, and when magic surged, it would turn into ice blue, which was very beautiful.
This also meant that walking beside Fei'erde, people would look at Hollan.
This elegant, dignified, and intellectual elder sister indeed had a high turning rate.
Looking at this hair, Vina's original hair color should be white.
And it was a very pure white.
Fei'erde had never seen anyone with this hair color before.
At most, it was a slightly yellowish white, not pure white.
Fei'erde felt like he had solved the case.
Vina should have had pure white short hair, dyed into chestnut short hair to blend in and protect herself.
Thinking like this, when Fei'erde mentioned Vina having white hair before, Vina's stress-like reaction could be explained.
This matter, Grandma Lunra must know, and even the idea of dyeing her hair might have come from Grandma Lunra.
This also made Fei'erde admire Grandma Lunra even more.
Perhaps Grandma Lunra didn't have strong power, but she protected this fragile Vina in her own way.
It could even be imagined that if it weren't for Hollan's intervention, Vina, apart from her excellent grades, would have been a girl who was hardly noticed by anyone.
Fei'erde sighed and put the strand of hair into his storage ring.
Since it was self-protection, he wouldn't mention it specially.
He believed that even now, this rustic Vina was so beautiful, if she changed to pure white short hair, she might really turn into an angel.
Yes, he wouldn't pretend anymore, he was a lover of white hair!
So he looked forward to the day when Vina would wear that pure white dress in front of him, showing her true self.
Then, he would definitely fall in love again.
Before long, they arrived at the restaurant.
When the owner saw Fei'erde again, and with two different girls, he looked at him with some admiration in his eyes.
"Same as usual," Fei'erde waved and said.
"Got it!" The waiter immediately went to arrange.
Hollan looked at the luxurious private room and said, "Do you often come here? It seems familiar."
"Not often, just occasionally," Fei'erde smiled.
Hollan suddenly laughed, "I heard this place is very expensive. Several times I wanted to try it, but every time I thought about the tight research funds, I held back."
"I thought I'd wait until the funds were abundant before coming here for a meal."
"I didn't expect the first time to come here, it was with you."
"Then am I very lucky to be part of your first time?" Fei'erde's eyes lit up.
Hollan nodded with a smile, but then blushed after thinking about it for a moment, glaring at him with a bit of blame, while he just chuckled.
"Rascal, wait and see how I'll eat you up later!" Hollan picked up her knife and fork, looking fierce.
But she was so beautiful, even if she put on a fierce expression, she still didn't look scary, but rather cute.
"Eat me up? That's a big project," Fei'erde chuckled.
"Hmph, don't underestimate me. I usually eat little for the sake of controlling my body... controlling my health, but actually, I have a big appetite!" Hollan threatened, "But this time, I'm going to eat heartily, don't be scared later!"
"Haha, I look forward to it," Fei'erde said with a raised chin.
Feeling Fei'erde
's disbelief, Hollan pulled Vina and encouraged, "Let's eat heartily later, let's eat until he's bankrupt!"
Vina sat somewhat restrained in her seat, her small hands not daring to touch the table, but resting on her thighs. She didn't even lean against the back of the chair, as if afraid of dirtying it.
However, being pulled by Hollan, her posture relaxed a bit, and she felt more comfortable.
"I don't eat much..." Vina whispered softly.
"Then try to eat more this time, anyway, don't be polite to this rascal!" Hollan hugged Vina's shoulder, and with a challenging look at Fei'erde opposite, she raised her chin, as if the forces of justice were uniting against the evil rascal, causing Fei'erde to chuckle.
And then the dishes were served. Hollan, who was originally confident, looked at the dishes that kept coming one after another, and her mouth couldn't close.
Vina sat there like a log, obviously stunned.
It wasn't until all the dishes were served that Fei'erde raised his hand.
"Please begin your performance, Professor Hollan."
Hollan: "..."