Emily Qiao introduced Jiang Han to Jiang Han after smiling from the witch:
"This is Miss Cheng Yu, a special witch instructor from our Nancheng training institution. She is a master who focuses on the plasticity school and also has good insights and knowledge about other schools. Lecturer Cheng, this is Miss Jiang Han, and this
It’s her younger sister Sadin-san.”
The witch named Cheng Yu nodded, her slightly cold eyes fixed on Jiang Han.
Jiang Han felt uncomfortable. She felt that the other person's eyes had been staring at her neck, as if some dangerous predator was licking her neck gently, with a slight warmth and a slight chill before death.
The cold air surrounded her neck at the same time. It was as if her arteries were being pressed against by a cold blade, and she even had a hysterical mood as if she would hit her with a fireball.
Witch Cheng Yu looked away, raised the left corner of her mouth, revealing half of her canine teeth, and smiled sweetly.
"I think." She bit her lip lightly and worded it carefully: "I have full confidence and full interest in teaching a powerful witch. Get acquainted with her again, Miss Han, and I will sign the contract with you.
Finally, we will provide you with educational services.”
She is very confident and makes people feel dangerous.
Jiang Han looked at Emily Qiao, who had a very professional smile and explained the situation: "Please rest assured about the professionalism of lecturer Cheng. She has taught a total of 3 great witches. When faced with someone as powerful as you,
But the powerful witch who doesn't know how to use herself has a wealth of experience. All you need is that you sign this contract and agree to give us priority once you consider joining the club after graduation."
This is fair, providing free services and excellent expert-level treatment. Isn't this just a disguised investment... Just like in the previous life, the professor would have several outstanding disciples. Investments like this in the education industry are not uncommon. It can be extremely
Some people call it a small increase in the success rate of outstanding students, which is unfair.
But Jiang Han doesn't care about what's fair or unfair. Is it fair that she has a body close to that of a great witch when she travels back in time? She doesn't do anything like taking a job and scolding her mother.
Jiang Han signed the contract, and the thin papyrus ignited a warm flame. The font changed from jet black to bright gold, slowly melting like magma on the papyrus that surprisingly did not burn.
Crawling on the papyrus, as if an invisible hand was controlling them, they turned into burning fonts:
The contract is established.
After about ten seconds, the flame went out, and the papyrus made a very natural "tearing" sound and was divided into two papyrus papers of the same size.
Emily Qiao picked them up and gave one to Jiang Han.
It is covered with densely packed fonts, with occasional flashes of firelight.
"Here, this is a copy of the contract, which is legally binding."
The same thing happened after Zhenling signed the contract. Emily Qiao pulled Cheng Yu out, saying that she wanted to save these documents, leaving Jiang Han and Zhenling in the office.
"Mei Han, the paper I didn't use when I signed the contract last time doesn't have such strong magical effect." Zhenling said, touching her smooth chin.
By the way, Jiang Han played poker with her sister yesterday. At first, she didn't believe that her 15-year-old sister could beat herself, an old gambler who was nearly 40 years old in her previous life. But when she started to believe, "There really are people in this world who are born to be gamblers."
At that time, she had already exported her sister identity...so now her younger sister calls her 'Hanmei' or 'Sister'.
The idea of having his sister never say "sister" again has come true, but Jiang Han can't be happy anymore, and only feels more and more sad.
Fortunately, my sister is also sensible and only yells in private.
"Is it special?" Jiang Han asked.
"It's very special. To make the contract appear in this state, you need the blood of the Huayan Dragon. It is a powerful ancient dragon. Its origin is near Egypt. It is very difficult to capture and collect the blood. However, the effect is also very good...generally
It is only used in trade contracts and is highly confidential. After signing the contract, you will receive legal protection."
My sister thought for a moment and gave an example: "For example, if you didn't break the law, but you were arrested because of matters related to the contract, then you are still protected by the law, and no torture methods can be effective on you, including humiliating you.
The behavior that insults you will not take effect. The witch who violates the contract will be sprayed with the breath of the ancient birch flame dragon, and she will escape death."
Society under the rule of law and society under the rule of law.
Jiang Han looked down at the papyrus with the contract written on it with great interest. This kind of paper is no longer much different from the A4 printing paper in the previous life. Papyrus is just an ancient name and title, just like Red Bull without the cow.
The beef cubes in 2009 are the same without beef.
The ink mark on the font is still slowly glowing with burning fire, but it is only warm to the touch, not hot.
It’s almost the same as a hand warmer.
"How long will it last?" Jiang Han flipped the paper.
"Hmm...I'm not very clear either." My sister picked up her own contract and looked at it.
About ten minutes later, footsteps came from outside the door, and Emily Qiao and Cheng Yu walked into the room.
"Sadazuzu-kun, I'm here to arrange a new one-to-one tutorial for you." Emily Qiao said in a very gentle voice, with a very real smile. She probably signed a contract with a future great witch.
She must have received a commendation or achievement. She looked at Zhen Ling and looked at Cheng Yu with some confusion, and explained very thoughtfully:
"It is not necessarily a good thing to study with witches who are too much higher than you. Sometimes they will be impatient and dislike the students' magic power for not being able to cast certain spells. I will choose a tutor for you who will teach you how to effectively train your magic power.
, although how to increase magic power is still a mystery so far, but at least the instructor can provide you with her personal experience."
…
Looking at the backs of Zhen Ling and Emily Qiao leaving the room, Jiang Han turned to look at Cheng Yu who was sitting on the desk. What could be seen was that she was not polite or ladylike at all, at least in her sitting posture.
Say, you can vaguely see the thighs wrapped in maroon pantyhose... She is indeed not very ladylike, but she does have a pair of long legs... But she seems to be wearing pumpkin safety pants underneath?
"Oh, a patient tutor... I bet it's the Shirley Ann tutor who makes a living by sleeping with other tutors." Cheng Yu laughed and said maliciously: "Miss Han, it seems they don't want to
Let me have the same pair of sister witches from the same family all to myself."
"Exclusive?" Jiang Han caught this word that made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Well. Your magic power is so huge, and your sister's magic power is so...insignificant, no more than floating dust. What I see in my eyes is that fragile magic power that is as fragile as a glued thread. This
It means that you are some kind of... mutated individual." Cheng Yu smiled sweetly, but his voice revealed a cold feeling: "It also means that your sisters, sisters, also have a certain chance of mutating, and they will not become like you.
A rare and powerful magical power is enough to become an excellent witch."
"Will it?" Jiang Han asked in surprise.
Will my mutation also happen to my sister?
"The chance is very small, but it does not exist." Cheng Yu walked up to Jiang Han and looked at her condescendingly.
With a height of more than two meters, Jiang Han's height of less than 1.5 meters is extremely pitiful, just like an exquisite doll. "Tell me what level you have learned, and I can prepare lessons for you."
"Book Three of the School of Magic." Jiang Han found a chair and sat down, putting his hands on his knees.
"Have you learned the fireball technique?" Cheng Yu sat on the chair next to him and asked sideways.
"Learned..." Jiang Han remembered the words written down by the original person in the textbook, 'June 25, 6 o'clock, rainy day'.
Cheng Yu hummed, "Yes, a witch who doesn't know how to use fireball is destined to be incomplete. It seems that you are a good boy and you know all the content of the class."
The witch stood up and immediately said with a smile:
"The basics are okay, but other knowledge needs to be filled in, so we have to start as soon as possible."
