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Yes, while Nuoxi is dedicated to dueling, her side job is being a scientific research witch.
She chose two professions that consume the most witch gold at the same time, so she was either looking for a job or on her way to work.
This is why you rarely see her in the academy—she's too expensive, a research witch.
Jiang Kehan immediately felt like she had found a like-minded working friend. She sat down next to Nuoxi, acting like a big sister, put her arm around Nuoxi's shoulder, and began to share her working experience incessantly.
Nuoxi felt somewhat helpless. She kept Jiang Kehan company as she drank, until Jiang Kehan also drifted off to sleep in her chair.
Yes, Jiang Kehan is such a good person.
Nuoxi took out her witch's hat and covered Jiang Kehan's face, lost in thought, but there was something she didn't say.
The Origin Witches have an astonishing control over their magic, and are basically invincible drinkers.
Chapter 157 I'm going to explode with you!
Nuoxi propped her cheek up and looked at Jiang Kehan and An Meng's sleeping postures, and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
An Meng had slid half her body off the chair, lounging like a couch potato, and you could faintly hear her snoring.
Jiang Kehan slept much more peacefully, her head tilted back against the chair, her hands clasped together on her lap, like a young lady from a wealthy family.
Nuoxi didn't use magic to wake the two of them. Instead, she enjoyed the scene slowly, surrounded by sunlight and flowers, with a refreshing drink in hand.
"Maybe it would be fun to compete with them," she thought.
However, witches rarely get drunk. The base of the alcohol has limited interference with magic, so if a witch wants to use magic to forcibly sober up, she will basically not get drunk.
Only when they feel relatively at ease will they briefly allow the liquid's base to interfere with the magic, experiencing the joy of emptying their minds.
Except for witches like An Meng who get drunk after just one drink.
Neither of them slept for long before waking up. The magic in the witch's body was not static; it was like a second blood system, constantly circulating within her body, and each circulation improved the witch's body.
This is also a manifestation of the witch's infinite evolution.
A wicked witch once experimented on herself and found that as long as her magic power was sufficient to balance the "pressure" from the outside world, her physical attributes would increase at an astonishing rate—but she would grow very strange organs.
It sounds great, but in reality, the effect is quite average. After all, a witch's magic power doesn't change much over a certain period of time, and the increase in physical fitness is also limited.
Even under the power of the spell, it was still as fragile as paper, truly a reinforcement that was better than nothing.
And most importantly, removing those completely unnaturally growing new organs is very painful.
Jiang Kehan woke up even before An Meng. Although she had much more magic power than An Meng, she had drunk hundreds of times more alcohol. Logically, An Meng should have woken up before her.
However, as she stretched drowsily, she remembered some characteristics of unorthodox magic.
Jiang Kehan couldn't help but glance at An Meng, who was still snoring, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
"It seems that while the heretical faction grants the witch power beyond her own, it also makes it difficult for her to digest. Otherwise, Anmeng's magical self-circulation wouldn't be so fragile."
Unlike the Origin faction, which requires taming the power of others before it can be used.
The cult faction only talks about plunder and extortion. Don't ask me when I can digest this power and make it my own. Just give it to me first!
Therefore, a lot of power that does not belong to oneself will remain in one's own magic, which is equivalent to being in a semi-drunken state at all times.
It's crazy, but also very strong.
Witches who frequent cult-like circles often have dull eyes, are extremely confident, and have a declining IQ, but ultimately live a happy and fulfilling life.
However, when things get heated, the witches of the heretical faction can easily sacrifice their teammates as well, and then use this temporary power to transform into gas cylinders and explode directly with the enemy!
Well, it's said that half of rock musicians are cult-style witches who, when they're having a blast, will pull their bandmates together for a spectacular self-destruction. I wonder if that's true.
Bands are really a dangerous thing.
While waiting for An Meng to wake up, Jiang Kehan couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
The way she looked at An Meng had changed; it was as if she were looking at a ball of lightning ready to explode at any moment.
So much so that when An Meng woke up and noticed her gaze, she shivered uncomfortably and tentatively asked.
"Kehan, is there something on my face? I've wiped the drool off, right?"
"It's alright." Jiang Kehan smiled with relief. "But Anmeng should still pay attention to digesting the power. Maybe there will be a surprise when you open your eyes next time."
An Meng subconsciously swallowed, as the memories of her dead suddenly began to attack her.
Sisters, what did I do before I fell asleep?!
Why did I climb the dragon? Why didn't I turn back? And why did I drink at all...?
An Meng was so engrossed in the three soul-searching questions that Jiang Kehan and Nuoxi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Haha, sister, I hope we won't see you disheveled on the street next time."
The two teased An Meng, which made An Meng somewhat embarrassed and angry, and she spoke up.
"I understand! But don't let me run into you guys during the selection process, or you'll be in for a world of hurt!"
She pretended to pat the two of them, but after Jiang Kehan and Nuoxi looked at each other, they both laughed and ran away. The three of them played around in the garden like that.
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The next day, Jiang Kehan dressed very formally, unlike the playful antics of the previous day, as today was the day for the school team selection.
"Li Hui, how do I look in this dress?" She looked at Li Hui, who was standing in front of her with her hands on her hips, waiting for her, with some hesitation.
Li Hui felt somewhat helpless; she couldn't understand what Jiang Kehan was struggling with.
She is already beautiful and eye-catching enough, but she keeps getting hung up on clothes that are similar in style.
"I think they all look great, why don't you just pick one?"
Jiang Kehan puffed out her cheeks. She asked Li Huike if she had shown that she cared a lot about the other person's opinion, but the other person was so tactless.
"Hmph, of course I have to present my best image at such an important time, after all, this is... our first time teaming up together for a witch duel!"
Li Hui sensed the change in Jiang Kehan's attitude and wanted to see what was going on in the other's little head. Why couldn't she understand it all at once?
"Okay, okay, you're very pretty, so it's all about the same, understand?" She looked seriously into Jiang Kehan's eyes, causing Jiang Kehan to look away involuntarily.
How did you suddenly become so good at this? I'll let you off this time... Jiang Kehan tried hard to keep her face from turning red and quickly changed the subject.
"Then I'll wear this one, but are you really sure you want to wear this? You're in charge of today's exhibition match."
Jiang Kehan looked Li Hui up and down. To be honest, although the other person was so good-looking that the clothes were just an embellishment, it was still too casual!
Li Hui wore a black trench coat, its surface smooth and reflecting a slight white light, but that was all; it was unbelievably simple.
Jiang Kehan herself was wearing a cleverly designed dress, adorned with many minerals, which maintained an elegant appearance while drawing attention to her.
Well, she wasn't doing it for anything else; she just hoped that when she stood next to Li Hui, she wouldn't appear overshadowed or irrelevant.
It's something that will make the other person proud!
"That's it." Under Jiang Kehan's surprised gaze, Li Hui revealed a slightly bloodthirsty smile for the first time.
"After all, witches speak with strength, and I look forward to standing on the dueling field again and giving it my all."
Chapter 158 The Last Days at the Academy
In her plain and simple words, Jiang Kehan could only detect a strong sense of Versailles.
Why don't you look at what you are saying?
Ai Li'er, who was in charge of the exhibition match last time, was easily crushed by Yang Xiling, but why do I hear excitement in your tone?
Are you even human?
Although she already knew that Li Hui's strength far exceeded that of a normal little witch, Jiang Kehan still felt an indescribable sense of pressure—the person she had to catch up with was such an unreasonable monster.
She rolled her eyes at Li Huifan-7;栮鏾令飼究柒珊IV, lightly patted the other person, and said in an annoyed tone.
"Okay, okay." Jiang Kehan pushed Li Hui out the door, feeling the scent of grass carried by the breeze, with a slight smile on her face.
"I'm really looking forward to your performance, so don't let me down."
Let me see your true strength, Li Hui.
Let me see just how far away you, this shining star, really are from me.
Let me try to pull you down from the sky!
Jiang Kehan deliberately pushed Li Hui from behind, making her unable to see her. At this moment, she wanted to hug Li Hui from behind.
Yes, she was afraid, afraid that the gap between herself and Li Hui was too great, afraid that she would lose confidence.
She craved the last bit of tenderness before the trial, but she did not hesitate.
There's no way to explain why she's so stubbornly trying to keep Li Hui by her side; even she herself has long been unclear about the answer to this question.
Because there are far too many reasons mixed together, which cannot be described in simple words.
Like a messenger who brings light to the blind, Jiang Kehan always believed that Li Hui was the best gift she had ever received in this world.
Without her, I might still be hiding in fear of atonement, cowering and afraid to reach out, living in resentment and pressure, instead of making so many friends.
When Li Hui reached out his hand to her at the ball, the term "white moonlight" was embodied in Jiang Kehan's mind for the first time as a human face, a face she would never forget for the rest of her life.
It has nothing to do with beauty or exploitation, only with warmth from the heart and tears hidden in a smile.
“Of course…” Before Li Hui could finish speaking, he felt a warm sensation coming from behind him.
Jiang Kehan gently hugged her.
Li Hui's expression was complicated, and she stopped walking.
She was well aware of Jiang Kehan's ulterior motives, but she couldn't give her a definite answer—she might not be able to control her own destiny.
But she never intended to hurt Jiang Kehan, this somewhat cautious girl, who was like a treasure left to the world, worthy of being cherished.
Li Hui didn't break free, nor did she say anything; she simply craved the warmth.
The two hugged quietly for a while until Jiang Kehan spoke, her voice trembling with tears.
"Let's go, we'll be late if we stay any longer."
"Hmm." Li Hui didn't take a step immediately, but turned around, touched Jiang Kehan's head, and smiled.
"Today is the day Kehan will shine in everyone's eyes, and I don't want you to cry."
She gently pinched Jiang Kehan's cheek and forced a smile.