White Tower Wizard

　　 This is a somewhat awkward meeting.

Under the porch, the one who opened the door of the room was a middle-length, plump woman wearing a black velvet dress, but not close to the body, relatively loose, in a casual home style, with long brown hair, casually wrapped in her mind. Later, there are not many wrinkles on the mature face, and she looks very young.

　　 Yes, this is Mrs. Gibson. Hill did not admit the wrong person. She had seen it at the school’s parent-teacher meeting before and was very impressed.

　　 But she didn't expect Mrs. Gibson to be at home. She thought that Brett's parents should go to work. Seeing Mrs. Gibson with the same unexpected expression, Hill whispered directly in his heart, and couldn't help but tighten his hands behind his back.

　　 But this simple little gesture made her nervous all at once.

　　 "Oops! I still have a photo..."

　　 It suddenly occurred to her that the picture-like picture taken in the small square just now was being curled up by her and held in her hand.

　　 "Mrs. Gibson won't mistakenly think that this is a gift I brought? By the way, am I being too reckless. I didn't even prepare a decent gift, so I came to visit..."

　　 Hill's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, and she felt that she was too rude.

　　 "...Oh! Miss Hill Ward, hello! I remember you, Brett often mentioned you at home, a very good girl, did you come to Brett?"

　　 Mrs. Gibson stared at Hill for a long time, and then she recognized who the girl in front of her was. It seemed that because of Brett, she had a good impression of Hill, and soon asked with a smile.

"It really makes me happy to have friends come to visit Brett. I have always worried that with his character, I might not make any friends." Mrs. Gibson's attitude is very kind, and her words also reveal her feelings for Brett. Worry.

　　 Hill thought about it carefully. Every time Brett found her uttering harsh words, well, she was indeed a bit "bad" in character.

　　 "Oh! Look at me, how could you just let you stand at the door and talk? Come in." Mrs. Gibson reacted, turned sideways, motioned for Hill to enter the room, and shouted again to the back room. "Brett! Brett! Come out, you bastard! A friend came to see you!"

　　 Hill looked into the room, but didn't find Brett. He was about to enter the room, but suddenly remembered something, and began to remind Mrs. Gibson.

　　 "By the way, Mrs. Gibson, I saw that the mailbox outside was not closed when I came in."

　　 Mrs. Gibson followed the direction of her finger and looked at the mailbox outside the fence.

"Don't worry about it. I probably forgot to close it when I checked it. I haven't received a newspaper from the newspaper company for three days at home. I don't know what they are doing! I just called them and just turned it off. You are the one they sent."

　　 Mrs. Gibson waved her finger towards the mailbox as she spoke, and then Hill saw that the lid of the mailbox was being manipulated and closed, which surprised her.

　　 No stick, no spell casting?

　　 "Mrs. Gibson...Are you also a mage with a title?" Hill was a little surprised.

　　 "No, I'm just a master of magic, don't care about these little things, come in quickly..."

　　 Mrs. Gibbs smiled and blinked. Under her kind and kind invitation, Hill looked at the gorgeous decoration in the room and walked in the door somewhat restrainedly. She felt that it might be a mistake to come here today.

　　 Somewhat unexpectedly, the decoration in the room was not very luxurious, at least it seemed to be far less "magnificent" as the home of Mrs. Bernice, a wealthy businessman who asked her to be a tutor. However, many of the furnishings seem to be full of heritage, precipitating the breath of the years, and exuding a strong taste of family heritage.

　　 "Please sit down, don't be restrained, just be comfortable, Brett is upstairs, he always likes to make some weird things in his room, I will call him down immediately."

　　 Hill followed Mrs. Gibson to the living room. There was a large cashmere carpet on the floor, a long log table with a retro style in the center of the room, and four matching sets of leather sofas in the same style next to it.

　　 "Brett! What are you still doing? Come down, your friend is coming to see you!"

Mrs. Gibson seemed to be a little annoyed with Bret, and she shouted a lot, and then turned to Hill again, soothingly said: "Well, you sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to get some snacks, how about black tea? In the morning? I just made some muffins, haha, just in time."

　　 "No, no, no...I’m really bothering you too much, how can I be embarrassed to make you bother so much..."

　　 Hearing Mrs. Gibson's words, Hill was bend down slightly to be seated and stood up straight again, blushing and waving his hands again and again, which was really embarrassing.

　　 "Where is it said, how can there be no tea to entertain the guests?" Mrs. Gibson's eyes were bent, looking at the shy girl who reacted a bit overwhelmingly, she also smiled and gently covered her mouth.

　　 But she also noticed the scroll that Hill was holding, and asked curiously: "What are you holding?"

　　 Sure enough, the photo she was holding was noticed, and Hill explained it embarrassingly:

　　 "Um...Because I just obtained the qualification for exemption from the Fores Magic Academy today, I took a photo at the gate with excitement."

"Oh! Haha, congratulations, this is a memorable thing! It seems that you and Brett are going to be classmates again. He just obtained the qualification for exemption for admission a few days ago. This time, his father can be anxious. In the future, in school, I also ask you to take care of Brett. This kid always does not let us worry about it. It is always good to have a friend to take care of..."

　　 Hill put one hand behind her, unconsciously scrolling her ponytail, looking at Mrs. Gibson's surprise tone, she didn't know how to reply.

　　 But then suddenly there was a sound of footsteps upstairs, and a person walked downstairs.

　　 "...My friend? Is there such a thing? Genius doesn't need..."

　　 Before the person showed up, a very unpleasant voice had already been heard. But before he finished speaking, when the visitor saw Hill standing downstairs, he suddenly changed his words.

　　 "Geniuses...are always attracted to each other, ha! Hill Ward, are you here to surrender to this genius?"

　　 Hill looked at the "little fat man" coming down the stairs, his face was speechless, Brett was still so ugly, speaking extremely proud and conceited. But she knew it was just appearance, Brett was just a smart but neurotic, dreaming and fanciful teenager.

　　 In fact, Brett is not too fat, but because he is not tall, he looks very "round".

　　 "Will you say this one day when you pass me in the exam?" Facing the questioning, Hill replied faintly.

　　 This also made Brett flushed, as if he was a little annoyed, and ran down a few steps quickly, stood in front of Hill, paddled his feet, and his height was almost equal to Hill.

　　 Then, he stared at Hill and said loudly: "You wait, this time I will be able to surpass you in the entrance exam! You will lose miserably!"

　　 This scene where Hill has been ridiculous, in front of her, Brett has let go of ruthless words like this more than once. But what was different this time was that Mrs. Gibson slapped Brett on the back of the head after he had finished speaking.

　　 "Brett! Speak politely, how can you talk to a lady like this? It's really rude! How do your father and I educate you!"

　　Mother's sudden slap made Brett a little dazed, and he realized that he was at home, and his mother did not go to work today.

　　 His padded heels fell to the ground and looked at Hill with weird eyes.

　　 is too insidious, have you even calculated all this? I want to make a fool of me on purpose. Sure enough, this "woman" is as horrible as ever...

　　 "Well, this time you won again!" Brett said angrily, but made up his mind that there is no next time!

　　"?"

　　 Hill looked at Brett's weird gaze and was puzzled. What did she win?

　　 "Brett, don't say anything weird! Miss Hill Ward also got the qualification for exemption from the entrance exam to the Fores School of Magic today."

　　 Mrs. Gibson walked towards the kitchen while talking.

　　 "She is much better than you. Look at how much effort you made your father spend, and you will become classmates again in the future. You should learn more from her. Don't play with your weird and weird things all day..."

　　 As Mrs. Gibson walked completely into the kitchen, the voice disappeared. Brett regained his instincts and said arrogantly: "It seems that you have followed the advice of this genius. Well, sure enough, you are destined to be my destined opponent!"

　　 Hill looked at Brett in front of him, with a round face, a few freckles and pimples, a short brown curly hair, big eyes, and a look full of energy.

　　 She only feels a headache, a cute little fat duner, how to say and do things so inconspicuous?

　　 "Come on, I don't want to be your fateful opponent. Besides, you choose a lady to be your fateful opponent. Excuse me? Isn't it funny?"

　　 Mrs. Gibson was not present, and Hill felt that the atmosphere was less restrictive. She somewhat let go of her hands and feet, brushed her forehead slightly, and looked at Bret very helplessly.

　　 "I just wanted to say thank you, because of your suggestion, I will go to the Forex School of Magic and Magic to submit the transcript today."

"Thanks no more, I just don't want us to be in an unequal competitive environment, so even if I surpass you, I won't have the slightest sense of accomplishment!" Brett faced Hill's gratitude with a look of disgust. Expressions.

"What about the lady? Did you underestimate the lady? According to surveys, more than 40% of the famous magicians in the history of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com are witches! In short, I will not give up until I surpass you. !"

　　 Hill looked at Brett like a "truth fighter".

　　 "Uh...well, you just want to be happy..." She really didn't know what to say.

　　 "Well, kids, come and taste the silver moon black tea that is newly produced this year. I heard that it is a new variety cultivated by the druid master over many years. It hasn't been long since it was on the market. The taste is very unique."

　　 At this moment, Mrs. Gibson returned to the living room with a tray and put the tray on the table.

　　 Hill saw that inside was a set of very exquisite porcelain tea sets, a teapot with gold rim, three cups for afternoon tea, and a small disc with some muffins inside.

　　 "Come and **** craft, I hope I can still import it." Mrs. Gibson greeted Hill enthusiastically.

　　 Hill took the steaming black tea, took a sip, and ate a small muffin, just about to say that it tasted very good.

　　 "嘚, 嘚, 嘚!"

　　 The knock on the door suddenly sounded again.

"It seems that people from the newspaper company are coming this time. You guys talk slowly, I have to'communication' with them. Brett, take care of the guests!" Mrs. Gibson looked at Komatsu while gulping. Brett of the cake said harshly.

　　 "Oh, Mrs. Gibson, go ahead and don't care about me." Hill said quickly.

　　 "Well, wait for me for a while." Mrs. Gibson smiled apologetically, and said sternly to Brett, "Don't just eat!"

　　 Hill felt a little funny in her heart, this is her "destined" opponent...