The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

When the college bell rang and Ms. Amisha said "get out of class is over," the little witches actually felt a little bit like they were about to survive.

Ms. Amisha flew away with a whoosh on her broom, and the scary water balloon also disappeared with Ms. Amisha’s departure.

The little witches suddenly relaxed and were a little unsteady on their feet. After barely gathering together, they collapsed on the ground.

"There is no class here, we are just running for our lives!" Vasida said angrily.

This sentence simply touched the hearts of the other little witches.

"My legs are still trembling right now!" Sylph said with lingering fear, "It's nothing more than being chased!"

Moran agreed very much: "I thought this fighting class would teach some boxing, kicking, and fighting moves! I didn't expect it to be such a good method... But it's quite suitable. I can't train anything else in a month." Therefore, it is better to do special training like this, and the harvest will be greater.”

However, her plan to complete this course ahead of schedule was in vain.

She has been taking this class for a month.

"What's the gain? The gain from hiding the water polo?" Aisi was confused. Although her injuries had been cured by the magic potion mixed in the water polo, the previous embarrassment and pain had been deeply ingrained in her heart.

When she thought about having to suffer like this for another month, she couldn't help but give up.

She was too afraid of pain.

"The current water polo is the magic and sword that will come to us in the future. We must not only be able to fight, but also learn how to run. We must also learn some counterattack methods other than magic. These water polo are just a good practice object!"

Moran weighed the butcher's knife in his hand as he spoke: "After this class, I feel that I have become much more proficient in using it, and it may come in handy in the future..."

They all take magic classes together. Who among the little witches doesn’t recognize Moran’s knife? They also have such a weapon that is often used to practice sharp skills.

But just dealing with water polo was already extremely difficult. In that situation, no one had the time to think about what this class could bring to them. Some even said that before the training started, Ms. Amisha I didn’t quite understand what I said, let alone take the initiative to hone my abilities in this area in class.

But the little witches are not stupid, nor are they spoiled people who cannot bear hardships.

From the time they were governors, they knew that their parents and family were only their dependence on when they were young. The Clan Association Academy would also teach them the ability to protect themselves. After graduating at the age of eighteen, they would have to rely on themselves for everything.

The first grade students have been studying the history of witches and continental history for a year, and they have also been studying wilderness life class this year. They know how dangerous the outside world is and how difficult it is to survive alone.

When it comes to her own life, no little witch would not care about it. After hearing what Moran said, she also thought about it silently.

Anyway, this lesson must be learned, and sins must be suffered. Why not adjust your mentality and get more benefits from it?

Cheryl thought of the experience Moran shared during the alchemy class and couldn't help but ask for advice:

"Molan, you know the most and think further than us. What do you think we can do now to make better use of this class?"

"Go to the library and look for a book on systematically learning weapon skills! It may be helpful." Moran said: "This is a great opportunity for sparring. It doesn't matter how good you can learn. You can hit the target at the critical moment." It’s important, that’s it.”

The little witches listened to her suggestion, went to the library overnight, copied a book that matched the weapons they chose, and started reading.

Those moves seemed nondescript when they were learned by themselves, but some of the techniques were quite rewarding for them.

The next afternoon, Amisha left for class early, preparing to catch the little witch who was late.

According to the "custom" of previous years, the fighting skills class is the class where the little witches have the lowest enthusiasm and the highest lateness rate.

When Amisha arrived at the training ground, she couldn't believe it. Twenty-eight little witches, many of them, had all arrived!

There are still three minutes until class begins!

Amisha was surprised in her heart, but her face remained calm: "As usual, hand over the broom and wand!"

The broom had already been placed on the only broom stand on the field. As for the wand, Moran also pointed at the broom stand: "Put it in the satchel!"

The same goes for other little witches.

Nowadays, everyone is accustomed to carrying a small bag when going out, containing pens, paper, cards, wands, water bottles, snacks, etc.

Amisha raised her eyebrows slightly, so proactive?

She took out her big wand and was about to cover the mass with magic to prevent it from being affected by the subsequent "battle" when she saw that the little witches had already scattered and ran away.

It’s not like yesterday when I was bare-handed.

There are people with butcher knives, people with kitchen knives, people with daggers, everything.

"No, I haven't released the water balloon yet!" A big question mark slowly rose in Amisha's heart.

The little witches were too proactive, which made her, the dean, unable to do anything.

"Dean! Where's the water polo?" Vasida urged loudly and anxiously. She was also eager to try out the one-shot killing skills she learned in the book last night!

"Huh? You urged me to come?" Amisha was too lazy to announce the start of training step by step, and directly dispersed a large number of water balloons towards the little witches.

Every little witch was chased and besieged by water balls that were slightly beyond their abilities.

The knowledge in the book is not so easy to apply skillfully, especially the fighting skills.

What they learned in one night was not enough for the little witches to cope with the increasingly difficult training.

Soon, they fell into the same passive situation as yesterday, struggling to endure the beating of water balls.

After a while, looking at the little witches running around, screaming in pain and swinging their knives, Amisha smiled.

This is the effect of the class she is familiar with!

Except for one person, who seemed a little too comfortable, but it doesn't matter, Amisha added a few more water balls to the purple figure in the blink of an eye.

Moran, who just thought he could handle one or two, was beaten again: "..."

Her number of water balls has exceeded that of Vasida!

The dean is really considerate!

Moran took the time to look up at the sky, and was hit by another water ball for this.

"Hahaha!" Amisha laughed out loud.

In this situation, it would be a bit sorry for herself if she didn't eat two small cakes to celebrate.

The little witches were in dire straits, and their dear dean, as if he was on a spring outing, ate small cakes.

Moran even recognized it. It was the matcha cake sold in the card store.

When the get out of class was over, the little witches felt like they had been reborn, while their unreliable dean was still a little reluctant to leave.