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"unless--"

"Miss Ophelia, what reasons do you have for making me examine it?"

"you!"

The top student magician already knew that the man in front of him understood everything.

but--

He wanted to say it himself!

"Ian, don't go too far!"

"Miss Ophelia, I don't know why I should doubt you--you're my best friend."

"You..." Ophelia was ashamed.

"Don't think I'll beg you!"

"I certainly don't want you to beg me, because that means you're in big trouble, and I don't want to see that."

"All right."

Ian patted Ophelia's shoulder.

"Let me go, and I'll see you on Sunday."

"C me." Ophelia whispered.

"what?"

"I said C me!" Her voice became a few notes higher.

"Still can't hear it... maybe it's because I'm not respectful enough?"

"..."

Although Ophelia knew that Ian was playing tricks on her, she had no way to stop him.

This man is a devil!

"It seems like I was just hallucinating... I'd better leave quickly."

"Please C me!"

"Please, you bastard!"

Ophelia trembled and shouted out words of extreme shame.

"If you can't hear me anymore, there's nothing I can do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the top magician was pressed against the door.

"Didn't you hear that?"

Ian put his hands over her ears.

"If you don't beat around the bush in front of me, I will certainly understand what you mean right away."

"You guy..."

Ophelia looked at the man in front of her, feeling angry and helpless.

"Can't you respect my feelings a little bit?"

"Of course I respect your feelings."

Ian's hand moved down little by little.

"But not in this regard."

Ian hired a thief named Finger.

It soon discovered the perfect pigeon egg gem in the darkness of the museum.

There was no trace of dirt on its surface, nor was there any black satin protection to isolate it from foreign objects.

It was as if he had expected that it would be taken away by a thief.

"Miss Ophelia, if I'm not mistaken... after seeing my message, you should be ready for the vacuum."

"You were talking in this state just now, weren't you?"

“That’s not the case.”

Ophelia turned her face away and muttered softly.

"There's no room up there..."

"Oh--"

"Then it seems necessary to test the authenticity of the contraceptive magic."

Ian looked at the magician in front of him and said with a smile.

Although today is not Sunday, the door of Room 016 still felt the unique vibrations of Sunday.

The magician's disguise was peeled off layer by layer.

That is the preparation for practicing chanting.

But right now.

Ian's cell phone rang in his pocket.

That was Mashu's message.

"Senior, where are you?"

175. Visitors in the front and back gardens/Ophelia's teaching/The promise of the clock tower (4k)

"..."

Ophelia, who was leaning against the door, looked at Ian who suddenly stopped in front of her, and looked very confused.

"what happened?"

"It's Matthew's message." Ian answered truthfully.

"Eh?"

As soon as Ophelia heard it was Matthew, she immediately became nervous.

"Why...why is she looking for you at this time?"

"Because that's when it's time to wake up."

Ian glanced at the time on his phone.

"We met too early in the beginning."

"Isn't it natural for Mashu to wake up at this time and find that I'm not here?"

After making this judgment, the man decided to put the phone back into his pocket.

Ophelia reached out to stop him.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Why don't you reply to Mash's message now?"

"..."

Ian looked at the magician in front of him, seeming a little speechless.

"Miss Ophelia, would you please think again about what you are saying now?"

"Do you think now is the time to reply?"

"..."

Of course Ophelia understood what Ian meant.

She turned her face away.

"Please reply to Mashu's message first."

"She doesn't have the same relationship as you and I... She would be very sad if she actively looked for you but got no response at all."

"..."

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him, sneered, and then gently stroked her long hair.

"I noticed that you seem to care about Mashu a lot."

"Even more than I do."

"Didn't I say that?" Ophelia responded in a low voice.

"I feel sorry for her...especially since she fell in love with a scumbag like you."

"Oh--?"

Ian tilted Ophelia's chin.

"How about I go back and accompany her now?"

"This will not only clear me of the scumbag charge in your place, but will also make Mashu happy."

As he spoke, the man really looked like he wanted to leave.

"no!"

"You can't do this!"

Ophelia took Ian's other hand.

"At least first..."

The ashamed magician was too embarrassed to say the second half of the sentence.

Just now, she had taken the initiative to ask the other party C to do her best.

"Look."

Ian patted Ophelia's cheek.

"There's really no difference between you and me."

"It's just that I don't want to hide this, and you still want to find some excuses to excuse yourself."

"but--"

There was something in Ian's eyes that was hard to fathom.

"You are indeed right this time."

"I really shouldn't have left Mashu alone like this, and I shouldn't have gone against what I just promised you."

"so--"

The man's fingers were pressing on the screen.

Soon, a new message alert sounded.

After confirming the above content, Ian handed the phone to Ophelia.

"It's your turn to perform."

"Is it my turn to perform?"

The magician took the phone in confusion.

The word "OK" that Mashu just replied to was displayed on the screen.

The word "good" replied...

Ophelia looked up, and then her cheeks turned red at an unimaginable speed.

"you!"

"Are you going to teach her this weird stuff now?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I didn't teach you that."