Chapter Eleven The One Playing the Harp is Not an Elf

  This is He Fei's second time in the auditorium, the last time was as a freshman representative, listening to school leaders take turns talking about the importance and necessity of studying hard and striving upwards. Compared to last time, the crowd's cohesion is obviously stronger, and the boiling point is also higher, squeezed among the crowd, she can't even tell which side the stage is on.

  "What are you spacing out for," Xiaobao dragged her to the back row, plopped herself down, taking up two seats, "I'll share half with you, hurry and sit!"

  "Oh." Unexpectedly, being fat had its advantages. He Fei hastily squeezed over, and Jiajia didn't hold back either, directly sitting on Xiao Bao's leg, even more comfortable than He Fei.

  "Attention, attention, fellow students, the lecture is about to begin," a graduate student from the research department said into the microphone somewhere, "Attention, please don't all stand up, those who have seats sit down, those without seats crouch in the aisle, ladies first, ladies first. What's so funny?"

  The little treasure on the right and Jiajia above are whispering to each other.

  "Who is this person?"

  "You can tell he doesn't have a girlfriend —"

  The boy next to his girlfriend holding a small stool echoed: "Right, right."

  He Fei's mouth twitched, and she took another look at the time on her phone.

  "Alright, 6:30, please take your seats, classmates." Not a minute more or less, the host began to speak.

  The auditorium immediately fell silent, the people in the front row sat down with a rustling sound, He Fei looked straight ahead and saw Mi Lu on the podium, bowing his head to arrange his notes. Today he wore a dark green high-necked woolen coat with silver double buttons, fashionable yet elegant, making him look even more... ah, handsome.

  The girls started secretly taking out their mobile phones to take pictures.

  "Good evening, I'm delighted that you all could make it to my lecture."

  Everyone applauded as if wound up like a spring.

  "I think everyone present has more or less come into contact with online games. Some large-scale games have a main storyline and have relatively completely constructed a world system. All of this, apart from relying on the creativity of game developers, also comes from the extension of existing legends and culture."

  Taking into account the specific circumstances, today's lecture will be divided into two parts. The first part: the origins of common settings in Western games. For example, where do the images of dwarves and elves come from, the mysteries of magic and the sources of sorcery, etc.

  A popular online game with an oriental background, due to the familiar storyline, will discuss some detailed things, such as common herbal formulas and qigong weapons.

  The central air conditioner in the auditorium began to take effect, and He Fei listened subconsciously, leaning against Xiao Bao to find a comfortable posture. Jia Jia was angry and slapped someone: "Dead He Fei, at such a magnificent moment, you actually fell asleep!"

  "The exam isn't even testing this," He Fei yawned as if no one was around, muttering to herself that Mi Lu had deceived her emotions, and then lay down on the table. "Call me when it's over."

  ……

  It turned out that sleeping well in Mr. Mi's class was not an easy task, and even Fei, a veteran of noise resistance, was eventually shocked awake.

  Mi Lu slowly and carefully took off her clothes.

  Innumerable wolf women were howling, and Milu was in the distance, seemingly smiling at her with a seductive smile.

  What's going on?!

  He Fei rubbed her eyes hard and confirmed she wasn't dreaming.

  Xiao Bao saw that she woke up and excitedly came over to pinch her: "Mǐ Lù wants to COS Elf, ahahahaha, so cool!"

  "Playing the elf?" He Fei shifted her gaze back to the stage, where Mi Lu had already taken off his dark green coat, revealing a milky white silk half-cape underneath, with a classic Greek pleated waist, puffy sleeves embroidered with golden thread, and a small dark green crown at the neckline.

  This outfit makes him look like a prince, even if he's not an elf.

  "Since it's a spirit, there's one thing that can't be missing." Miro reorganized his earpiece, made a silencing gesture, and emerged from the main stage, holding a wooden instrument with strings like a bow.

  "Wow, it's a harp!"

  "What a noble and elegant feeling, I've never seen it before."

  "Ah, my phone is out of battery," Xiaobao wailed, snatching He Fei's phone. "Lend me to take a photo."

  Mi Lu sat down in the chair beside the podium, placed the harp properly, and lightly plucked a few strings. The sound was clear and pure, with a lingering resonance: "Legend has it that when spirits fight, they use silver bows and arrows, but in their leisure time, they transform them into golden harps to accompany the singing of angels."

  Then he closed his eyes, slightly tilting his head, and recited an unknown poem in a very slow and strange tone. The harp music grew from soft to strong, like the heavenly breeze, carrying the fragrance of roses opening their petals.

  Everyone was like being hypnotized, closing their eyes with a look of enjoyment on their faces, as if they were by the Danube River in Vienna rather than in a dilapidated hall over a hundred years old.

  Only Hebe's expression changed from confusion to bewilderment, and then to speechlessness. Mi Lu's tone of speaking was surprisingly similar to when she sang opera or recited lines, but that wasn't the key point - the key point was what he said, and incredibly, she understood it!

  “onefoh，twoeyesfs，putong——”

  A frog with one mouth, two eyes and four legs, jumped into the water with a splash.

  Two green frogs, two mouths, four eyes, eight legs, plop, plop...

  Is Milestone's Frog Angel Song in English?

  Heavens, He Fei was desperately clutching the desk with one hand and reciting with a holy expression, while those listening were all solemn-faced. She really strained herself to the point of internal injury.

  After counting the ninth frog, Milu finally stopped. The others had an expression of reluctance to part with something, while only He Fei let out a sigh of relief.

  Jia Jia and Xiao Bao looked at her strangely: "Is your stomach hurting or is it your belly?"

  "I'm about to die, and what he's reciting is actually——"

  Someone on the stage seemed to sweep over her corner, then got up with one hand on the piano and bowed: "Those who understand the blessing of the spirits are angels. Thank you all for coming to my lecture, that's all for today, thank you."

  Croak croak, you're just a frog, your whole family are frogs, croak croak croak!

  Xiao Bao listened to Mi Lu's speech and immediately grabbed He Fei with sparkling eyes: "Fei Fei, what did he say? Tell me quickly, did you understand?"

  He Fei abruptly swallowed back the truth that was on the tip of her tongue: "No, didn't hear clearly, I'll leave first."

  Having said that, he punched himself in the chest twice with a painful expression, stood up, took out the phone from Xiaobao's hand, and struggled to move forward with the crowd.

  Good grief, she's been taken advantage of! She wants to go to his house and get revenge!