Chapter 12 Injury

The teacher in the medical room carefully examined Ike and asked for the details at that time before making a diagnosis: his mental strength was used up, that is, his mental strength was overdrawn.

Ike didn't wake up until the morning of the third day. He opened his eyes and looked around. There was a strange small room with a white tone and no decorations. There was a bed in the middle, ** lying on himself, and there was a girl lying next to him. After thinking about it, he finally understood what was going on. It seemed that he was injured again.

Cliah sat on the chair, but lay on Ike's lap and fell asleep.

The sun in the morning was weak, and the faint golden light shone on Cleya's blue hair, slightly bent on the bedside. Ike raised his hand but put it down again and repeatedly before making up his mind. He grabbed a handful and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. A faint fragrance, very similar to the gorgeous smell of Ike's hometown, smelled a few more. Only then did he reluctantly put it down and thought that the little girl had been here to take care of herself. Ike was very moved.

In the past, only he and his father depended on each other. After being arrested here, he always felt that he was like a prisoner in prison and would be dragged out and killed at any time. He was frightened. As soon as he arrived at the college, someone provoked him, and then the little girl saved him and took him to know the current master. Ike is really grateful to Kriya. Of course, some feelings other than silent gratitude are slowly sprouting. 15-year-old Ike doesn't know love, but thinks that Kriya will be very happy together.

Clea woke up when Ike grabbed her hair. As soon as she woke up, she felt that Ike grabbed her hair and smelled it. Cleya's heart trembled. No man has ever treated her like this. The people she knew either treated her as a little girl or held her as a princess. When will her hair be It has been so "spoiled". Originally, I should have been very angry, but it was another feeling. My face blushed and my heart beat, and I was shy. I couldn't tell what to say. I just pressed my cheeks on the quilt and pretended to be asleep and didn't dared to move.

Ike was guilty and naturally paid attention to Klee's every move. He just felt her tremble. Although it was very weak, Ike still felt it. He didn't know whether she knew about scratching her hair just now. He felt guilty, but he forced himself to calm down and asked, "Are you awake?"

Creath trembled again, "I was found. What should I do?" Do you want to get up? Or continue to pretend to sleep?"

"Why don't you get up when you wake up? My legs are about to break," Ike said.

He actually said this to divert Klee's attention, but he didn't know that the way he spoke had angered Klee. Girls were very face-saving. She originally thought that if everyone pretended not to know, it might be the best way to deal with it, but Ike had to break things, so that Clya didn't know it. Should I wake up?

"He has said so, then he definitely can't install it, but if he gets up now, it doesn't mean that I woke up before, and I let him play with my hair." The more she thought about it, the more angry she became and bit on Ike's thigh.

"Ah", Ike screamed in pain and felt something wrong in his heart. He just felt that he should not call out. If he continues to scream, something will definitely happen that he regrets. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and then there was a series of "hm" and "hm" "Well," sounded.

Clea vented, and finally felt much better. She loosened her mouth and stared at Ike. Anyway, she asked others to expose it and simply came to a villain to sue first and said angrily, "Who let you mess with my hair?"

Ike suffocated and thought that he was found. He was not smart enough to think of any reason to prevaricate, so he had to honestly reply, "No one asked me to do this. I just want to smell your hair is so fragrant, just like the vanilla in our hometown."

"Well, don't touch my hair without my order in the future," Cleya said with a face, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously hooked a smile.

"Well, I know," Ike replied respectfully.

There was a silence in the room, and no one spoke again. Finally, Cleya broke the silence and said, "Do you know how dangerous it is this time? You are too desperate. I told you before that when you fantasize, you should do it step by step, start from the smallest, and slowly make it bigger. Look at what you do? Do you know that the mental power is directly exhausted? Fortunately, you are practicing for the first time, and if you lose the support of your spiritual power, it will automatically stop. When you become proficient, the absorption of elemental energy is automatically carried out in your subconscious. If this happens at that time, you will die. It will drain all your mental strength, just like squeezing out all the water in the sponge. At that time, your body will become an empty shell," Cleya scolded, her mouth was dry, and she grabbed the glass of water on the table next to her and drank wildly.

"I'm sorry to worry you." Ike knew that she was so angry because she cared about what she said. He was not angry. On the contrary, he was very happy. How beautiful it is to have someone who cares about her.

"Don't tell me you're sorry. Even if it's not me who died in an accident, you have to be responsible for yourself." Cleya put down the glass and waved her hand.

"Anyway, thank you," Ike thanked him first. After all, Kelia has been teaching herself a lot of things these two days, and then reflected: "I also did what you said at that time. I first imagined myself as a big net, and then it got bigger and bigger, but no matter how big my network is, I can only Capturing very little energy, I thought that so much energy could not be wasted. I remembered that there was a big crack in our river before, and all the water was sucked in by it. I imagined myself as that crack. Although I fainted in the end, I felt me before I fell into a coma. It has absorbed a lot of energy."

"Can it not be much? This is simply fighting for your life. Who in the world is as crazy as you? It's really need energy and lifeless." Cleya said fiercely, and she still admired him very much in her heart. The first thing to overcome by turning himself into a dark crack like him is his own fear. If she sees the crack, she will feel scared. What if she sees it? Keep it up.

Ike is like a person without fear cells. He has a lot of curiosity about the unknown, no fear, and he can care about the fate, as long as he gets what he wants. Of course, this is not that he does things unscrupulously, but in a normal way, he will move forward, just like when he saw the fireball at the beginning, he rushed forward to watch. He does not regret it. Although his life is always threatened, at least, he can practice. He has the conditions to become a strong man. He Standing on the road to the peak of the world, the road is full of ups and downs. As long as there is a road, Ike will keep going. So in a way, Ike is better than most people, and he believes that only by persistence can he succeed.

These are the places where Klee admires Ike. Although she has good qualifications and received the best education, she almost collapsed when she experienced the silence and failure when sherong he elements. Thinking about it, if she encounters something like Ike, I'm afraid she won't even have the intention to practice again. I can stand it. Put yourself in the other's shoes and see that Ike feels more and more "great".

"Ha ha, as long as you can practice, everything is worth it," Ike said with a smile.

Kelia knew that she couldn't convince him, so she stopped continuing on this issue. She changed the topic and said, "You have been lying down for two days and two nights. Your housekeeper came to see you before, but he left quickly, and I always feel that his eyes are looking at you is wrong, but I can't say what's wrong."

"Did you tell him about my practice and injury?" Ike asked nervously

Ike doesn't know why he knew that he was here. Maybe someone in the medical room informed him, or maybe he tampheed on himself. These are not what Ike is most concerned about. What he is most concerned about is that Camille knows that he doesn't know what he is practicing. If the other party knows, it is not guaranteed to kill him. The mind of silence.

"Well, who does he think he is? He's not polite at all. I don't talk to him. Why are you so nervous?" Cleya asked doubtfully, as if he was afraid of the housekeeper. You should know that no matter how tall the housekeeper is, he is a servant. If he wants him to live, he will die, and no master's family will be afraid of the servants.

How did she know how fierce the servant was? She said that the owner of Ike was more like a servant. "He is my stepmother sent to monitor me. You don't know how sinister my stepmother is. She has always wanted her son to inherit my father's title. I was extremely injured this time. It may have something to do with her, so we must not let her know what I can practice, and then catch her off guard."

Ike's simple and honest does not mean that he is stupid. On the contrary, he is a very smart person and just does things impulsively. Of course, he can't tell Klee the truth and now makes up a story of a prince and a vicious stepmother.

There is no doubt that this kind of thing is too common in this world. Although there are only two empires, the empire implements the policy of ceding princes. The locality is like a small country. Such things are happening every day. Cleya has long been tired of listening to stories, but for the present The real version is still more interested. He insisted on telling her in detail. Ike looked at her dark circles and obviously didn't sleep well. His heart was so sweet that he almost told her the truth. When it came to his mouth, it was better to become the story of the suffering prince.