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On the last day, Li Qing finished his work early, took a shower, and then turned on the magic scroll, where the blue font was already displayed, indicating that the collection period had begun.

The school uniform could only be collected within the last twenty-four hours before the school officially opened. If not collected on time, one would face terrifying consequences upon entering the school.

Li Qing excitedly rubbed his hands together and calmed his excitement after taking a few deep breaths.

Ah, magic, tonight at midnight the school officially opens, and he will truly come into contact with the extraordinary.

As for work, at the moment there isn't much conflict between the two. Gray Magic Academy opens at midnight, and since he completed the "Basic Meditation Technique" and lit up the light ball, he only needs to meditate for two hours to feel energetic.

Although he was slightly unsteady on his feet and physically weak due to excessive fireball practice, it's okay. After completing the Basic Meditation Technique, spiritual power will nourish the body, thereby obtaining vigorous energy.

Though the process is long, it is the most important assurance for a mage to have a healthy body.

Free from all diseases!

Gently picking up the school uniform, the magic rune on the magic notice scroll quickly began to change, then formed a funnel-shaped passage.

Li Qing rubbed his fingers before carefully reaching into the funnel. Feeling a piece of clothing with a rather soft texture, he grabbed it out in one motion.

It was a black wide robe, with a hood attached, the overall style quite dark, causing a subconscious aversion at first glance.

It was entirely the style of an evil cult's robe.

Li Qing felt something was off internally.

After putting on the robe and hood, standing in front of the full-length mirror, aside from having the Gray Magic Academy's emblem embroidered on the chest, there was nothing else fancy.

There must be something he didn't know about, maybe magic runes, or perhaps a very special medium.

Otherwise, a simple robe wouldn't emanate such an intimidating, cold, eerie aura that makes one feel quite uneasy.

"If I wear this out, people will surely think I'm an evil cultist and I'll be in the police station within half an hour."

Muttering under his breath, he made sure there were no issues with the robe on, and even the light ball in his mind glowed brighter because of it, then he finally felt a bit relieved.

Four hours left.

After absentmindedly ordering some takeout and eating it, Li Qing felt as if each second dragged on like a year.

It was like being on the verge of giving birth, an imminent feeling without any emotion involved.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Li Qing couldn't stop shaking his leg, and just as he was feeling a bit antsy, his phone rang.

"Iron pot, call with tears for a repaired pot, replace broken and chipped pots at random. Chasing pots in the wind and rain, without tears on the handle, chimney layered with soot, the iron pot expands inside the rain socket, the pot will be sick.

The blockage sweeps, easily encount`ers smoke and a small stove, onion-flavored oil wind makes a black pot with the fragrance of sticky rice dumplings. Teeth three that's flustered, oil spilled on the steel pot...

Eight hurried and hobble with disease clogs mud with no love..."

He took out his phone and couldn't help raising his eyebrows; it was their company's administrative manager, an older lady who was friendly and capable but had a penchant for matchmaking.

To put it simply, she loved being a matchmaker, doing it out of sheer hobby, focusing on the company's older singles, especially those like the stubborn Li Qing, who hadn't found a girlfriend in his four years with the company.

Yet this administrative lady was undeterred, persistent despite numerous failures.

Li Qing truly admired her determined administrative leader but also found her quite a headache.

Until one day, this administrative lady personally accompanied him and witnessed Li Qing's deep-ice-breaking chatting skills, which even she couldn't smooth over, and after a period of silence, finally went underground with her matchmaking efforts.

He pondered for a bit, still answered the phone.

"Hello Sister Li, have you had your meal?" Li Qing greeted warmly.

Sister Li got straight to the point without any fuss, saying, "Xiao Qing, this Saturday, I've set up a meeting with a classmate of the son of my seventh uncle's third niece's cousin's uncle. Her name is Chen Chencheng, a truly beautiful girl, never had a romance from childhood till now. Plus, I matched your birth dates, zodiac signs, and personalities, and your compatibility is at least ninety percent.

Meet her at 5 PM on Saturday at Good Gather Good Part A17, don't forget!"

Li Qing replied helplessly, "Sister Li, are you sure you want me to meet her? I don't think I can do it."

Ordinarily, his communication is quite normal, and he even gets along well with many female colleagues in his company, but when it comes to romantic matters, it changes drastically.

After seeing a psychologist, that big-bellied, sharp-witted doctor told him it was called 'heterosexual communication psychological barrier syndrome,' then flatly charged Li Qing two thousand yuan.

"No, you can do it. You have to believe in yourself!" Sister Li's voice was firm and unwavering, saying, "Rest assured, she's also a conversation terminator. In contemporary online terms, she's an ultra-alloy steel girl! I think you'll have a common language! She comes from a decent family and has a good job too."

"I..."

"That's settled then. Regardless of the outcome, you have to try to get any results. Hesitating here can only leave you stagnant. You're already in your thirties..."

"I know, Sister Li, I'll be there on Saturday as scheduled!"

Hanging up the call, Li Qing sighed deeply. Honestly, he's not young anymore, and it's indeed time to take action.

Even though he is learning magic, slowly treading a path different from ordinary people, after studying it for some days, he realizes the path of magic isn't easily walked. Those powerful mages possess remarkable talent, and sometimes extraordinary luck to succeed.

Ultimately, Li Qing sighed deeply once more, not expecting to be passively accepting a problematic woman as his blind date.

Ending up like this, Li Qing felt his life was quite a failure, indeed... quite a failure.

Putting aside these thoughts, Li Qing quietly awaited midnight.

He checked the time, less than three minutes left, placed the acceptance letter scroll on the open ground, then donned the hood, hiding his entire face in shadow.

Three minutes quickly passed.

Then, the magic rune on the scroll began to surge fiercely, writhing like maggots on the paper until eventually forming a sudden black crack large enough for a person to pass through.