Developing a new spell is Jiang Han's new thesis topic, and it is also the qualifying assignment for Cheng Yu's 'Dream Garden Class A3'.
Only after completing this assignment will you be eligible to enter the A3 cram school.
In Jiang Han's opinion, the cram school for witches is a little too honest. If there is a witch who cannot complete this kind of essay assignment, the cram school teachers will politely ask her to go back, with the sentence "You don't have that"
Talented people go to study A3'. Being honest can hurt people's feelings a little, but it won't hurt people's wallets. It can be considered very sincere and will not unscrupulously trick students who scored 20 points in the English test to go to IELTS or TOEFL.
"...It's about to happen."
Since Cheng Yu believes in me like this, I must also believe in her who believes in me! She said that I have A3 qualifications, so I must have A3 qualifications... Jiang Han subconsciously ignored the abnormal state when the other party gave him homework, that is, that day
When she got the assignment from Cheng Yu, it was actually when she handed over a signed photo of Rosa Rosa, a member of Good Night Girls who collaborated with her agency.
According to the saying that idols are equal to anesthesia, Cheng Yu was at least completely anesthetized at the time.
"..."
Jiang Han opened the first part of the paper drawings.
The image above is the node diagram of her first magic construction. Node diagrams were drawn on the left and right sides of a central connecting pipe about thirty centimeters long, with simple and clear markings that read "Here, the Plastic Energy Node"
], and [Here, Illusion Node]. From this, it can be analyzed that my intention is to create a spell that combines illusion with energy evocation, and at the same time, I am very bold in using two contradictory runes that mean fire and water.
Touching her chin, she couldn't help but nodded in admiration and said to herself:
"Ha! As expected of me!"
"I can't understand it at all. I don't understand it at all."
"..."
She wore a gentle and elegant smile, but her eyes were dull, as if she were dead, and she said in a gentle elder sister's tone:
"It's just a pile of garbage, I treat garbage..."
Glancing at the modern fireplace, she shuddered:
"No, no, I don't want to write it again. Okay, today's goal! It's to decrypt it!"
A girl's heart is a fickle heart! Yesterday's draft, today's goal, tomorrow's excuse. As a good woman, Jiang Han is not only familiar with "Mulan", but also good at Wing Chun, and she also admits herself openly
It's a completely impossible state. But to decrypt, you still need to decrypt your own secret. Isn't this different from trying to catch a fish by a cat's light? It's a piece of cake.
Trivia: Chaplin only got second place in his imitation competition.
It was only ten minutes before Jiang Han came up with the idea of strangling himself from a few weeks ago.
"..."
"Humph, as expected of me."
"I can't understand it at all, I don't understand it at all, I can't decipher it at all. Was it written by a cat?"
She had a gentle smile on her face, an expression that said she had "solved it", raised her chin arrogantly and coldly, and stared at the drawings and messy draft paper on the table with disdain.
With a relaxed and freehand tone, she smiled softly:
"It's just a pile of rubbish. The rubbish is myself."
"..."
Jiang Han sighed, his smile faded, he picked up his phone from the side and took a photo of the drawing.
Opening the chat software, she posted the drawing to the chat email box, skillfully selected the witch whose note was 'Kraken' in the contact, and typed a line:
[Jiang Jiang Jiang Han: Are you there? Bao, let me test you!/Attached picture/OwP]
Hit to send.
After closing the phone, Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little lost, feeling that he seemed to have lost something.
It took two or three seconds for her to react. She took out her phone again and clicked twice on the message just now to make the selection box appear. Finally, she selected [Group Send] and selected the 'Academic Contact List' specially created by herself to send this message.
Sent to Angelite, Lilith, Ketus, Irene, Historia, Roxanne, Eve Huggins...
All in all, I sent out three pages and sixty contacts.
"..."
Snap.
Jiang Han gently threw the phone on top of the drawing, stepped back, and rolled up the wine glass with his tail.
"Gulu gulu..."
Ronggu Golden Ale Beer, cool and cool, with a cool wheat flavor!
In the blink of an eye, half a glass of beer was drunk into his stomach. Jiang Han wiped his mouth unsatisfied, stood up and poured himself another glass, and by the way, he gave a shot to the cat lights who were playing witch cards next to them after taking a bath.
The cats each poured a cup.
The low-alcohol Witch Beer is a specialty of witches, and it can be said to be very popular in the world of mainlanders. European witches are even surprised that the witch of the East would provide such good drinks to mainlanders.
Holding the wine glass, she connected her phone to the computer, planning to see who would reply to the message first.
This time is late at night, and most of the witches are at home dealing with personal entertainment matters. Of course, there are also living gods who are entertaining outside. By the way, the European witches were initially not convinced that the Eastern witches liked to use the term "living gods"
I am satisfied, probably because I feel that the witches in the East are so backward in their thinking? Why are they still practicing pure faith? But later I learned more about it, and I found that these living gods and living Bodhisattvas are actually a pair of words, hehe, it is wonderful, and they are different.
Children know the taste of their food.
The one who responded to Jiang Han’s message was Roxanne:
[Ghosts with holy light are always more handsome and good-looking: Are you sick? 】
This person has a cold face and a cold personality, which makes people regret knowing her as soon as she drinks.
Jiang Han adjusted his smile and typed:
[Jiang Jiang Jiang Han: lovesickness^w^]
[Ghosts with holy light are always more handsome and good-looking: Sister, you disgust me/vomit/]
"..."
"If she is that reserved, she won't reply to my message within ten seconds..."
Jiang Han took a sip of beer and counted down silently:
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Ding dong! You have new information:
[Ghosts with holy light are always more handsome and better-looking: This drawing looks like a Rockwell maneuver, and it feels like a simple and crude spell. Well...if you want to apply the formula...]
The answer, the answer appears.
Jiang Han picked up his pen and wrote down all the formulas and ideas mentioned by the other party on the draft paper. At the same time, he could not forget to flirt with the other party to maintain the relationship.
The smarter a person is, the easier it is for them to believe in the ‘answer’ they have found.
Even if they are repeatedly verified, their intelligence will allow them to make reasonable excuses. Although it is a joke to say that they are "diplomats who can convince themselves", the fact is that smart people are smarter in convincing themselves. This is
This is also the reason why so many smart people fall for it.
As long as you pretend to 'remember by chance', you can make the other party mistakenly think that you are flirting with her. This is already a formulaic response plan.
"..."
Click.
Jiang Han put away his pen and looked at the draft with admiration.
Judging from her level, this is definitely a very powerful spell structure diagram. The graphical predictions made by a master witch using conjecture are definitely a valuable asset.
"..."
Ding dong! You have new news!
The phone lit up again, and the computer screen showed that the sender of the message was Irene:
[Six years old this year: very cute drawings]
Jiang Han smiled and tapped the keyboard with his fingers:
[Jiang Jiang Jiang Han: Cuter than me?]
【Six years old this year: inextricable and indistinguishable】
[Six years old this year: But the drawings are a bit boring. There are only 670,000 different combinations of illusions and energy creation. If you use formulas to solve the problem...]
"..."
Swish, swish, swish.
Jiang Han filled up three pieces of scratch paper, and it took a little longer because others also responded to messages at this time. She quickly processed the communications of these sixty contacts. Simply put, the excuses she used were nothing more than taking a bath and reading a book.
Play games, take care of your skin, take a nap first, etc. It’s an old formula.
