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On the last day, after a day of work, Li Qing took an early bath, then opened the Magic Scroll which was already displaying blue characters, indicating that the retrieval period had started.

The school uniform can only be collected within the twenty-four hours before the school's start, and if missed, extremely terrifying things will happen when entering the school.

Li Qing rubbed his hands in excitement, taking deep breaths to calm his excited mood.

Magic; at twelve midnight tonight, the school officially starts, and he will truly come into contact with the Extraordinary.

As for work, currently, there doesn't seem to be any conflicts. Gray Magic Academy starts at midnight, and since he completed the practice of the Basic Meditation Technique and lit the Light Ball, he only needs two hours of meditation to be full of energy.

Despite feeling a bit weak due to excessive fireball rubbing, his footsteps slightly unsteady, there's no issue. After completing the Basic Meditation Technique, the Spiritual Power will nourish the body, thereby gaining vigorous energy.

Although this process is long, it is the most important guarantee for a mage to have a healthy body.

No sickness!

Gently selected the school uniform, the magic rune on the magic notification scroll began to change rapidly, forming a round funnel-like channel.

Li Qing rubbed his finger on it, then cautiously reached into the funnel, and after touching a garment with quite a soft feel, he grabbed it out.

It was a black, wide robe with a hood attached, the overall style quite dark, giving an instinctive sense of resistance at first glance.

It completely felt like a robe with an Evil Cult style.

Li Qing felt something amiss inside.

After donning the robe and putting on the hood, standing in front of the full-length mirror, apart from the Gray Magic Academy badge embroidered on the chest, there was nothing more ostentatious.

There must be something unknown inside, perhaps magic runes, or maybe a very special medium.

Otherwise, a simple robe wouldn't emit such an intimidating aura, cold, evil, with a feeling of serious problem.

"If worn outside, they'd surely think I'm a cult follower and I'd be taken to the police station within half an hour."

Muttering to himself, ensuring no issues wearing this robe, and even the Light Ball in his mind shining brighter due to the robe, he finally relaxed a bit.

Four hours remain.

Li Qing ordered some takeaway distractedly, feeling every minute pass like a year.

It was like the imminent climax, a call yet devoid of any emotions within.

Sitting by the bed, Li Qing couldn't help but shake his leg, feeling a bit overwhelmed when his phone rang.

"Steel pot, tearfully calling for repair of damaged pans, trading broken edges for new pots tossed around. Chasing pots in the storm, without tears sewing through layers of chimneys, the iron pot expanding inside the rain nest, pots may be sick.

Plug sweep stopped, prone to smoke and stove small, onion taste oil wind, black pot heavy, tangled inside fragrant. Three teeth that panic hair, rain oil spattered steel pot.

Eight rushed eight mixed sick mud blocked with no affection..."

Seeing the caller, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, it was the company's administrative department manager, the woman was quite easy to get along with, capable too, but loved matchmaking.

To be blunt, she liked being a matchmaker, doing this purely as a hobby, focusing on single middle-aged employees in the company, especially stubborn ones like Li Qing, who hadn't found a girlfriend in four years.

And this administrative lady was never discouraged, repeatedly trying and failing.

Li Qing truly admired the tenacity of the administrative lady while also feeling quite troubled.

Once, the administrative lady accompanied him, witnessing his chatting skills so awkward she couldn't maneuver around them, finally moving to underground work after a period of silence.

After thinking about it, he decided to answer the call.

"Hello, Sister Li, have you eaten?" Li Qing greeted cheerfully.

Sister Li got straight to the point: "Xiao Qing, I've arranged a meeting this Saturday with Chen Chencheng, who's the classmate of my seventh uncle's third niece's cousin's uncle's son. She's quite pretty, never been in a relationship, and according to her horoscope, zodiac, and personality match, you two have a compatibility of at least ninety percent.

Meet at Building A17 on Saturday at five in the afternoon, don't forget!"

Li Qing said helplessly: "Sister Li, are you sure you still want me to go? I don't think I can."

His everyday interactions were fine, even getting along well with many female colleagues at work, but when it came to romantic issues, things would change drastically.

He once visited a psychologist, who told him it was 'cross-sex communication psychological disorder syndrome,' extracting two thousand yuan from Li Qing without a hint of emotion.

"No, you can do it, you must believe in yourself!" Sister Li's voice was firm, without any hesitation: "No worries, the other person is also a conversation terminator. According to current network terminology, she's a super alloy made steel maiden! I believe you two will have common ground! She has a good family background and decent job."

"I…"

"It's decided, regardless of the outcome, one must try to get results. Being indecisive only keeps you stagnant, you've reached middle age..."

"I understand, Sister Li, I will attend on Saturday!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Qing sighed deeply, truthfully, he wasn't getting any younger, and it was indeed time to start.

Even though he was learning magic, slowly embarking on a different path from ordinary people, from his recent studies, he knew magic wasn't easy to master. Those strong mages were immensely talented, even with favorable encounters.

Finally, Li Qing sighed deeply, never expected himself to passively accept a problematic female as his blind date.

Reaching this point, Li Qing felt his life was quite a failure, um... really a failure.

He cast aside those thoughts and silently awaited the arrival of midnight.

Checking the time, less than three minutes remained, he placed the admission notification scroll on the ground, put on the hood, and hid his face in shadow.

Three minutes quickly passed.

The magic runes on the scroll began to surge rapidly, like maggots writhing intensely on the scroll, finally forming an abrupt black crack hovering above the scroll wide enough for a person to pass through.