Candy Wizard and Travel

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The afternoon ends faster than the morning.

Because the snow started to fall again, and it seemed to have the same momentum as the previous two days. It was like the pages of textbooks torn up and thrown away by students in the graduation season.

The events of the sports meeting and the crowds of people dictated that the venue could not be completely closed. Even Xidi had no way to set up a barrier of this size that could be opened and closed flexibly without any prior preparation.

There is also an operation to fire a magic cannon into the sky to see if it can stop the snow, but it is too exaggerated to do this.

As long as there is a hole left, it will be like the opening of an old-fashioned popcorn machine, and it will spray out a sheet of snow in an instant... huh?Isn’t this a bit of a bad description?

This is the situation now. Snowflakes are constantly coming into the arena, and events that require high-speed movement can no longer continue.

A few lively ones were still flying on the broomstick track. They were caught in the wind and snow, and they couldn't tell the direction in the panic. Two of them were about to collide with each other, and one almost plunged into the sea.

Xidi turned back in time, talked to a few teachers who were still drinking tea, discussed the regulations, confirmed the list of contestants, and postponed the second half of the competition to tomorrow. The teacher of the divination department said that the snow It would last until the day after tomorrow, so he had to stay and set up the barrier.

……

"Eh? Why?"

"I pulled up my pants in the middle of playing, oh no, that's terrible."

"I just shipped it from the city and am preparing to make a huge profit..."

"It's just snow, let me blow it back with my magic!"

After a while, the young man who had just spoken out his heroic words came back with a snowy hood on his head.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't do it."

Except for those hanging on the flagpole, probably no students wanted to end playing at this time.

At least [-]% of the students in the college have participated in the project. These days are full of schedules, not as water-filled as ordinary subjects, half a day for the opening, half a day for the end, and another half day for the project to start.

In this era, even magicians only have so many ways of entertainment. A considerable part of human entertainment is based on groups, not to mention that this is the last lively time of the year.

Fortunately, the words of their vice-president came over the radio soon, informing them that the sports meeting will never be terminated because of snowfall, and they will not even wait until the snow stops. The barrier will be renovated tonight, and activities can continue tomorrow. Finally, he emphasized that students should be careful when coming and going and not use brooms in an aggressive manner.

"Long live the Vice President!"

"Sports Day! My Games!"

"See you tomorrow."

"Well, maybe it's a bit presumptuous, but can you please build a snowman with me?"

"If you think about it, every winter from now on..."

The students relaxed and continued to play and play, and arranged to take a walk in the snow, have a snowball fight and build a snowman.

Someone in charge of the venue continues to work overtime.

……

The people in the venue were almost finished, and Teacher Connie also brought in the materials for setting up the barrier, assisting Xidi in changing the layout of the barrier.

"Where did you just say that?"

"Borrowing a broomstick."

"It sounds like troublesome, I don't want to participate."

Fran decisively refused.

"But as was the practice in previous years, as the dean, you have to participate in an activity."

Pei'er continued speaking casually.

This aroused Xidi's curiosity, "Teacher actually participated in it a few years ago?"

"Because the previous few times were the fastest falling asleep challenge, the scarecrow challenge and the lazy person competition," Teacher Connie said with a strange expression and gave a relatively objective evaluation, "Dean Fran has achieved good results."

It's not a name that's easy to publicize.

"Although, this also shows that I worked very hard in the past few years, right? So it is not normal to relax a little this year? The students can understand it, well, that's right."

In strange places, Fran has a quick wit.

"Let's discuss this matter on a case-by-case basis. Anyway, we need a dean to attend," Teacher Connie straightened her collar reservedly, "It doesn't matter which dean it is."

She glanced at Hidi "accidentally".

So sinister!

"This one……"

Xidi hesitated, recalling the note he saw that day. He felt that the planning team's malice was about to overflow. If he were to participate -

No, as the saying goes, if something happens, the disciple should do his job. Rather than Teacher Fran suffering the torture, would it be better for him to do it?After all, his magic level is better than the teacher's, so...

"Then it's up to me—"

"Then let Xiao Xidi do it!"

They reached a consensus.

"what?"

At this moment, Xi Di felt that he had agreed too hastily.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Xidi," Fran clasped her hands together and apologized with a smile, "Teacher, I'm really not good at dealing with such active things, so I'm begging you."

Without giving Xidi a chance to change her mind, and without any intention of giving it, Teacher Connie grabbed his hand, dipped it in the ink pad and pressed it onto the competition registration form.

"Well, you are indeed the Vice-President. You are really active. We are all looking forward to your performance on the day of the event."

Teacher Pei'er took the registration form and ran away, obviously knowing that the child was going to regret it and they couldn't stop him.

Although Xidi would not do such a thing.

Fran turned away somewhat guiltily, thought for a moment, then came over and hugged her disciple, "Okay, okay, they are all watching, someone has to do this kind of thing."

The softness on her back was conveyed, and Xidi sighed softly, letting go of her little awkwardness.

He's used to it.

It would be irresponsible of oneself to count on Teacher Fran in such unnecessary matters. Those two guys obviously knew this and took advantage of the situation and successfully deceived the deputy dean.

Tradition?Where does the magic academy tradition come from?It's just that those witches are just idle and want to watch the fun.

I hope they will be gentler.

"Don't worry, I'm not just sleeping this morning. I know the specific situation," Fran comforted her disciple. "It's a bit too much to limit the players' strength with such excessive conditions. They decided to adopt a traditional and The combination of new and trendy methods determines the fate of the players in a relatively fair way.”

--dice.

Flying chess falls!

The revised rules sound somewhere between Ludo and Monopoly. Before taking action, the referee needs to "roll the dice" to determine the distance of action. Then, a random map will be drawn first, and props will be obtained according to the map's prompts, and finally the end point will be decided. The proportion of luck is magnified, and with distance and route restrictions, even Xidi cannot take advantage of it.

Just a matter of luck...

Only here, Xidi has no confidence.

Fran was also aware of this, so she clung to her disciple and compensated him with an almost coquettish attitude. In the end, she still felt sorry for him. She thought about it and leaned into his ear.

"Well, it's the teacher's fault this time. As compensation, the teacher can agree to a condition for Xiao Xidi, any, any, condition, condition."

The gentle words brushed his ears, but they echoed sharper than the cold wind.

Xidi's heart moved.

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What followed was two people huddled in bed looking at luminous watches all night.

——That kind of thing is of course impossible.

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Teacher Fran is... well, 29 years and 49 months old this year, at the age of youth and beauty.

Xidi is 21 years old this year.

It sounds like there is a slight age difference, but for a witch, this is considered normal.

Stardust Witch Fran would not have thought that the child she met at the age of 19, a few years after her school days ended, would be such an important person to her now.

19 years old and 6 years old, 34 years old and 21 years old, they still have a long, long time in the future.

As a witch, Fran has often heard about the Hikaru Genji training plan. Some traditional witches often start from the "breeding" step in order to cultivate outstanding successors. It is unbearable not to have the life of their disciples completely in their hands.

Those who are usually classical believers regard magic as a belief and cannot tolerate a trace of laziness or blasphemy. The inheritance of magic is more important than life.

There are not many such extremes among modern magicians. If the concept is compared to a ruler, ordinary people are 0 and the extreme is 20. The average magician is about 9, and the witch is about 13-15, because the higher the The more Seiken becomes addicted to it, the more he cannot accept that the successor who inherits his own magic is mediocre.

There are only a few URs like Xidi, Estelle, and Irena. The vast majority of witches choose between R, and those extreme ones can often gain SR or even SSR. Similarly, there are many cases of overturning, usually Either they develop enemies or they develop companions.

Relevant stories about healthy and unsound people were quite popular in Fran's school days. At that time, the girl with a small talk book and a blushing heartbeat also did not expect that she would one day practice it.

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It snowed heavily in the afternoon.

There is no local saying that "auspicious snow heralds a good harvest", but the customs of neighboring countries that the Kingdom has absorbed and integrated often have the habit of celebrating falling snow.

If it were ten years ago, such heavy snow would have made the kingdom worried from top to bottom, but that is no longer the case. Magicians who are good enough will solve everything.

Some shops on the street are actually very busy, because in the coming days when travel is inconvenient, there are not many activities that can soothe the soul, and eating and drinking are important items.

Xidi bought a roast goose that would appear in the little girl's matchlight.

The taste he made last time was average. The ones he cooks the most and is best at entertaining are his old friends rabbits and pigeons. Others are somewhat difficult to get started with.

It would be nice to be a little richer today.

Also in the food store, Irena looked at the light brown liquid in the transparent container and fell into deep thought.

"Would you like some, this witch-sama? Our store's boiled red wine is very famous, and everyone who has tasted it is full of praise...provided that you are of age, hahaha!"

The boss, who was doing a good business, watched the guys at work and wandered around the store proudly.

Irena hesitated.

It is said in the famous book that wine is the matchmaker of sex.

Girls with active minds in adolescence also have desires, and the last time they had sticky and enjoyable contact with their dear senior brother was in autumn.

Ah, Teacher Fran is so in the way.

It just so happens that today, because of what happened in the afternoon, my senior brother feels a little guilty. What a good opportunity.

This will be a signal.

Irena began to imagine.

A signal.

Handing the senior brother a glass of wine, he would be stunned for a moment, and then he would understand the intention. He is not good at dealing with such straightforward and passionate things. His fair face turned maple color, and even his snow-white slender neck and delicate collarbones could not be avoided. He shyly used He looked over with eyes stained with moisture, as if begging her to take back this inappropriate request...

"Chuckling..."

Wipe your saliva.

Then, as long as she said a few words softly, the senior brother would soften his heart, maybe give her a charming glance, then lie down on the bed obediently, pick up the wine, drink it all in one gulp, and let her do whatever she wanted.

Gods will bestow favors for their faith, and her gods will give their bodies to her bold believer.

Good metaphor.

Irena was very satisfied that she could think of such rhetoric, and she felt even more excited about the success.

But now, her excitement threshold has been raised. The motionless senior brother is still a bit monotonous. Occasionally, the senior brother overcomes his shyness, but only a little bit, one kiss, two kisses, three kisses... then, enter Pretending to be dead, there is no way to fully cooperate.

Ok?

Irena suddenly had a good idea. What would happen if she asked her senior brother to pretend to be asleep from the beginning?

I’m so looking forward to it, so curious~

He was nervous, he was worried, he was looking forward to it, he closed his eyes and knew nothing.

He is fully resisting, but he is also fully aware and cooperating. This will be a waking dream.