"A lady?" Wizet's roommates echoed, glancing at the color of the envelope. "Oh! A pink envelope!"
"Wizet, hurry up and see what it says!" His roommates sounded full of urgency, as though they cared even more about the letter's contents than Wizet did.
Wizet unfolded the letter and quickly found the sender's signature. Roger Davies had not been wrong; the letter had indeed come from a lady.
Michael Corner read aloud from the letter, "Your exquisite skill and calm judgment have deeply moved me!"
Chris Moen continued with the next line. "Whenever I see you soaring through a match like an eagle, I feel incomparably exhilarated."
Anthony Goldstein added another sentence. "With a player like you on the pitch, Quidditch becomes even more exciting!"
"Cough, cough, cough..." Wizet had already finished reading the letter. He coughed lightly, folded it up, and tucked it back into the pink envelope.
His roommates immediately protested. "Wizet, slow down! We haven't finished reading it yet!"
The letter's contents were actually very simple. It was merely a Quidditch fan expressing rather exaggerated admiration for Wizet.
Seeing this, Roger Davies could not help laughing. He reminded him, "Wizet, you'd better hurry downstairs and take a look."
"After a little while, more people will probably want to head out. When they see those anonymous parcels, they'll definitely wonder who they're for..."
"That's true..." Wizet nodded and casually slipped the letter into his pocket.
His roommates hurriedly stopped him. "Wizet, wait a moment!"
"We'll help you sort things out later!" They patted their chests in assurance, then looked at the unopened gift box. "Let's see what's inside this first."
"Alright..." Wizet opened the gift box and found a box of sweets inside.
He took out the sweets box. Its packaging was exceptionally exquisite: graceful golden lines had been