He also knew that Dulong had quietly handed an invitation to the Magister House's class leader and had been tossing and turning every day and night while waiting for a reply.
But Dulong already had someone in his heart. He didn't!
The little fatty wanted a dance partner too!
But since Dulong had already spoken, no matter how much Pistan wanted to complain, he couldn't change reality. He could only shamelessly call Dark over.
Dark, however, was long used to being the center of attention. Without changing his pace, he walked as usual into the group of second-years and sat at the same table as Dulong, Pistan, and the others.
"What's going on?" Dark asked eagerly as soon as he sat down.
This year, Dulong was like a little Teddy who had transcended the Three Realms and escaped the Five Elements. Since he wasn't involved, he wasn't troubled by it, and so he was just as eager as Dark.
He immediately leaned closer and whispered, "It's tough! They originally thought that once they became second-years, they could set their sights on the younger girls like last year's second-year upperclassmen... But as you can see... pfft..."
Dark glanced at the two Little Princesses glaring at him and Joey, who was hiding behind them to vote, and couldn't help but smile. "So what are they going to do?"
At the end of this term, for some reason, it seemed the professors had reached some sort of consensus. Every year except the sixth-years had been buried beneath a crushing workload.
Though the Little Magisters had tried their best to squeeze out time wherever they could, they still hadn't managed to accomplish much before the holiday.
Those who wanted to take the initiative and express their feelings had no energy to make plans,