Candy Wizard and Travel

Fran, who looked tired, leaned on the table and answered softly.

"Ah, I'm researching new magic. I stayed up a little late. I have so little time outside of work every day, so I can only read it by candlelight at night."

Is it short?

Pei'er scratched her cheek. She remembered that the practical courses taught by the other party were very important, so there were only two to three days a week to facilitate students' understanding.

Even with so much time, I feel like it’s not enough. I’m so diligent.

……

Third grade.

"Teacher Fran, have you recently..."

Pei'er wanted to say something, but looking at the witch's floating eyes in front of her, she knew she wasn't listening at all.

"what?"

Sure enough, it took her a long time to react.

"You stayed up late again."

"No, it's all night."

It's a detail that people don't want to argue with.

"Speaking of which, Teacher Fran's hair is a lot curled, isn't it? Did she have a hair style?"

"No," Fran yawned, "I have always had curly hair, and the cleaning magic is not easy to use. I need to carefully comb it with a comb to make it slightly straighter. I recently found that wasting time on that is a waste."

"Is that so..."

……

The first class of students graduated.

The magic department of the college currently implements a three-year education.

"Flan, Teacher Fran, wake up quickly, Teacher Connie is coming!"

"Well!"

The black-haired witch immediately sat up straight. The good news is that her hair, which has grown a lot in the past two years, covers her left eye and most of her cheek. It is difficult to see her expression clearly unless she gets closer.

The head of the department passed by her and sighed softly.

"Hidden away..."

"Great."

The Good Night Witch, who has gained a lot of weight in the past two years and has a normal girl's figure, patted her chest. Due to the lack of nutrition in the early years, it is still a vast plain.

She complained and looked at her friend, "I told you today is the graduation ceremony, why don't you be a little more serious?"

"I can't bear it," Fran said. "The students who have been teaching for a long time are leaving. That kind of thing is so sad. I can't bear to see it."

So you just sleep with your eyes closed, right?

Teacher Pei'er sighed inwardly.

Although she gets along well with Ms. Fran now, but sometimes she still misses the time when they first met... huh?What was Teacher Fran like at that time?

Good Night Witch's good habit is not to think about things that she can't figure out. She decisively gave up the topic and moved on to the next one.

"Speaking of students, I have recently seen other teachers accepting disciples. As a disciple of the witch, if you just think about it, you will have someone who will always be by your side."

"Don't you want to graduate? Be careful of getting stabbed."

"Don't say such realistic things when discussing romance... But it's still troublesome to think about it. Fran, do you have a favorite type of disciple?"

Fran cheered up a little and said, "It is possible for now, but...it's not yet time. Now is not a good time to accept a disciple."

Have to wait, wait.

"Mm, are you waiting for your disciples to fall from the sky?"

"Who knows."

……

It's almost autumn.

It was a day of doing nothing. Because she had stayed up late a while ago and fell asleep before she could start last night, she woke up extra early today.

Well, I'm really not used to it.

Fran stayed in bed for a while, until the sun hit the window.

There was nothing to spend money on in the college, so she saved a lot, so she bought this room. If you want to ask why, firstly, because the witches in the teacher's dormitory were not familiar with them, some of them had promiscuous relationships with girls, and they were noisy at night. sleep.

This was okay, but what was worse was that one night, two horny teachers hooked up together, and when they were too high, they called her name...

At that time, the whole building heard the slap.

The two people quickly left the college, and Fran, who was killed by Feng Ping, naturally couldn't continue to live in the college dormitory.

Thinking about it, it was a natural disaster. From then on, Fran had a reason not to take care of her hair seriously, which saved a lot of time.

Getting up, I felt a little tired.

"Ok?"

She rubbed her belly.

When I was traveling, it was as tight as a loaf of bread, without even a pinch of fat, and I could still feel the waistline when I applied force. But now...it's like freshly baked bread, soft and swollen, and I can't even press it with the palm of my hand. Feeling slightly full between fingers.

Well, for the time being, it is still within the scope of healthy posture and does not require management.

Not only the sides, but also the center has additional weights.

Fran looked at herself in the mirror wearing a nightgown, feeling quite troubled.

I feel like the one from Master is enough, any bigger will be in the way.

Because she was too free, she rarely took care of her hair. After arranging her slightly curled black hair, she looked much fresher. Her neat bangs covered her left eye. Occasionally, the lazy witch also loves beauty like this.

Dressed as she had just come to this country, Fran tied up her hanging braids with a red hairband.

"Well, I feel like it's much more convenient when reading like this... It's a pity that I have to do it myself."

The autumn sunshine was too warm, and the diligence that had just arisen was suppressed again.

Fran yawned and started brushing her teeth.

Those potted plants need to be watered too.

Thinking about it, adhering to the concept of convenience, she picked up the kettle.

Well!The foam at the corner of the mouth——

She quickly vomited back into the sink.

My hands are so sore and brushing my teeth is so troublesome. I wish someone could help me... No, I'm getting lazy.

At this time, several black shadows flashed quickly outside the window, and the witch remembered that in such sunny weather, young magicians often flew around on broomsticks.

She loves flying and butterflies.

Suddenly, she felt like she wanted to see those flying shadows.

When she opened the window, something shining with colorful light floated over and landed on her newly combed hair.

Butterfly?

No, it's the magic of changing the candy wrapper. It's such a dexterous skill.

She raised her head, wanting to see who had released the magic.

The autumn sunshine shines on the river, and the light water color is reflected on the walls on both sides.

In the hazy light and shadow, there is a petite child with dreamy white hair.

Before she could see his face clearly, Fran felt a sense of familiarity for no reason.

It seems that an old friend is here.

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"Teacher, teacher?"

"Um……"

Fran opened her eyes, and the sweet scent that was reminiscent of butterscotch orientated her to the present.

It's neither summer nor autumn. We are flying in the air. The feeling of floating slightly makes the calves outside the arms feel empty and a little uncomfortable.

Should I ask Irena for a magic potion of transformation?It seems really comfortable to turn into a cat and curl up in clothes.

——In the end, I gave up because it was too troublesome.

The disciple's soft voice came over, "Did you dream?"

"Well," the witch said, "I dreamed about the past a little bit, and it feels really nostalgic."

She suddenly reached out and rubbed her beloved disciple's belly.

"Xiao Xidi was still very thin at that time."

"You speak, don't move your hands or feet."

"Don't be shy, I remember that little Xidi was very..." Fran caressed her disciple's cheeks and hair, and said nostalgically: "It feels different from now, but it's all cute."

In order to avoid... well, let's call it a car accident, Hidi lowered her height, slowed down, and looked at the teacher helplessly.

"Why are you suddenly talking about the past?"

"Because of the dream I had in the past."

Fran maintained her awkward posture and huddled in her disciple's arms. It was not very comfortable, but she was too lazy to move.

"Sometimes I think about it, the encounter between people is really incredible, like planting a tree. No one knows what the future will be like."

This is a rare moment for a witch to be emotional.

When she met Xi Di, she probably accidentally gave a candy and planted it in the garden. In autumn, the garden was filled with butter bread, chocolate bread, chiffon cake...

It's so sweet that you can indulge in it for a lifetime.

The witch in her arms let out a strange laugh and buried her head on the disciple's belly.

It's so soft, and as she said, it's delicious and fat.

Xidi did not disturb the teacher, opened the barrier to block the wind and snow, listened to the soft whisper of the woman in her arms, and arrived at her destination.

……

"Is it my imagination? I always feel like...are you two much closer?"

Irena looked at her senior brother and teacher suspiciously. She had a strange feeling in her heart, but she couldn't explain it. She could only use vague words like "near".

"Have it?"

The magic is activated - the heart rate is constant and the blood flow slows down.

Maintaining her expression, Hidi took the menu and checked it casually, without even handing it to Fran. She looked at the subtle presence of Miss Broom across from her and gently asked her opinion.

"my words--"

The pink girl is always not good at expressing her feelings. She hesitates, and every time she is asked for her opinion by her master and brother, this is a bit...

"Then I'll have strawberry pudding."

"it is good."

Xidi handed the menu to the waiter.

Irena stared at her senior brother and teacher the whole time.

Regardless of the sleeping teacher, she knew that her senior brother would not lie.

She is overthinking.

So talking on paper is not enough. The theoretical school is like this. Irena feels that her knowledge in some aspects has surpassed the teacher-the teacher doesn't even have a colored copy on the bookshelf, so how can he be her opponent.

But she didn't think about it. Is there a possibility that Teacher Fran has read a lot, and now she has no feeling for ordinary descriptions? The absence of a description on the bookshelf means that she has eliminated all the ones that are there. How could she not read it? Pass?