(The book title is: At Thirty, I Became A Mage. Feel free to leave a comment after reading, written in spare time.)

Li Qing excitedly rubbed his hands together, taking several deep breaths to calm his excited mood.

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

As for work, for now, the two do not conflict. Gray Magic Academy starts at midnight, and ever since he completed his practice of the "Basic Meditation Technique" and lit the light ball, he only needs to meditate for two hours to be full of energy.

Though now, due to excessive fireball casting, his footsteps are somewhat unsteady and his body is weak, it doesn't matter. Once the Basic Meditation Technique is practiced, spiritual power will nourish the physical body, thus granting abundant energy.

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

No illness!

Gently selecting the school uniform, the magic runes on the scroll of the magic notice quickly changed, forming a funnel-shaped passage.

Li Qing's fingers rubbed for a moment, then cautiously reached into the funnel, felt a piece of clothing with a quite soft texture, and grabbed it.

This is a large black robe, with a hood attached to the robe. The overall style is quite dark, giving an instinctive aversion at first glance.

It's completely a robe with a style of an evil cult.

Li Qing felt something was off.

Once Li Qing put on the robe, wore the hood, and stood in front of the full-length mirror, except for the Gray Magic Academy logo embroidered on the chest, there was nothing fancy.

There's definitely something he doesn't know, maybe it's magic runes, maybe something quite special as a medium.

Otherwise, just a simple robe wouldn't emit such an intimidating aura, cold, and eerie, making one feel something's amiss.

"If worn outside, it would surely get me mistaken for an evil cultist and nabbed into a police station within half an hour."

Mumbling to himself, once confirmed that wearing the robe posed no issues, and even the light ball in his mind burned brighter because of the robe, he finally felt slightly at ease.

There are still four hours left.

Li Qing, somewhat absent-minded, ordered some delivery and ate, feeling moments drag by like years.

It's like something imminent, something emerging, yet without any emotions within.

Sitting on the bed, Li Qing couldn't help but shake his leg, amidst the hardship, his phone rang.

"Iron pot, shedding tears while calling for repairs, damaged ones replaced with new pots recklessly placed. Chasing pots amid wind and rain, mending layers of chimneys without tears, the iron pot expanding within the rainy nest, the pot gets sick.

Halt sweeping, faces the smoke and small stove, onion oil fragrance, the black kettle and morass smelling good inside. Anticipating swiftly, the oil showered metallic pot.

Rushing and scrambling already an illness block without love..."

Seeing the phone, his brows couldn't help but twitch, it was the administration manager aunt from his company, a very approachable person, quite capable, but loves matchmaking.

Simply put, she loves playing matchmaker purely as a hobby, targeting all single people at the company, especially like Li Qing who's been single for four years without finding a girlfriend.

Yet this administrative aunt remains undeterred, losing after every attempt, losing and then trying again.

Li Qing truly admires her perseverance, feeling both appreciation and an aching head.

Once, the administrative aunt accompanied him personally and witnessed Li Qing's chat skills, even she couldn't smooth over his deeply awkward chats, went underground for a while.

After pondering, he decided to take the call.

"Hey Sister Li, have you had your meal yet?" Li Qing greeted with a laugh.

Sister Li didn't beat around the bush, straight to the point: "Xiaoqing, this Saturday I arranged for a meeting with someone, she's my seventh granduncle's third nephew's cousin's uncle's son's classmate, called Chen Chencheng. This girl is quite pretty, has never been in a relationship from childhood, and I matched your birth dates, zodiac, and personalities, your compatibility is at least over ninety percent.

Meet at five in the afternoon this Saturday at Good Gathered Good Parted A17 place, don't forget!"

Li Qing helplessly said: "Sister Li, are you sure you want me to meet? I feel like I can't."

Usually, his interactions are fine, he even gets along well with many female colleagues in the company, but when it comes to romantic issues, everything changes.

He once consulted a psychologist, that wise and overweight doctor told him he had 'cross-gender communication psychological disorder syndrome', before taking two thousand yuan without any emotion.

"No, you can do it, you need to believe in yourself!" Sister Li's voice was firm, without hesitation: "Rest assured, the counterpart is also a chat terminator. According to current internet terminology, she's an alloy cast iron girl! I think you'll have common ground! Her family is good, her job is fine."

"I..."

"It's decided, regardless of the outcome, you must try to have a result, stagnating here just steps in place, you're already thirty now..."

"I understand Sister Li, I will attend the appointment on Saturday on time!"

After hanging up, Li Qing sighed deeply, honestly, he's not young anymore, indeed should take action.

Even though he's learning magic and starting down a path different from ordinary people, after these days of reading, he knows the magical path isn't easy. Those powerful mages without exception possess exceptional talent, even certain experiences to achieve.

Finally, Li Qing sighed deeply, never thought he'd sink to passively accepting a problematic female as a blind date.

Ending up like this, Li Qing feels his life is quite a failure, sigh... very much so.

Putting aside all distracting thoughts, Li Qing quietly awaited for midnight to come.

Checking the time, less than three minutes left, placing the admission notice scroll on the ground, then putting on the hood, his entire face hidden in shadows.

Three minutes swiftly passed.

Seeing the magic runes on the scroll rapidly swell, writhing like maggots, ultimately forming a sudden black crack enough for one person above the scroll.

Li Qing paused for a moment, hesitated, took a long breath, cautiously stepped forward, held his breath and stepped inside.

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Dark!

Cold!

Whether it's the gloomy clouds seemingly weighing down, or the slightly pungent air smelling of rotten meat.

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