She Is Not a Witch

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With the decision of the semifinals, the Rising Stars game is also coming to an end.

Although most students do not know the result of the battle, the teachers who are the referees know it all.

At noon, several teachers gathered in the lounge and began to talk about the new students this year.

A goatee teacher sat on the mahogany sofa with a teacup, took a sip, and said with a sigh, "The students in these classes are much better than we were back then."

"Yes, the geniuses in recent years have emerged as if they don’t need money. In the past, most of the new students were Sequence 2-3, and the estimated number of Sequence 4 was about 50. This year there are more than 1,200 people, basically the level of Sequence 3. , There are nearly 200 in Sequence 4." A kind old lady with glasses also said.

"Although some people did not participate in the Rising Stars competition, the more than 100 Sequence 4s who participated in it can see that their potential is huge. About 10 or so of them have the gold level strength in Sequence 4. Among them, there are two special ones. Even reached the Pearl level, which is almost Sequence 6 combat power, which is really incredible." The goatee teacher continued to sigh.

At this time, a teacher who was leaning on the recliner also spoke. He was like an old lion, with a circle of gray husks on his face, and his voice was low and loud.

"Whenever I see those newly born geniuses, those young people who have reached the same sequence as us in just a few years, I often have the illusion that we are too indulged in past experience and abandoned by the times. "After a pause, he continued.

"Believe in yourself, this is not an illusion."

"That's right, but sometimes I think they are very hard." The goatee teacher seemed to recall the past.

"I remember when I was in school, Emenas had a lot of various leisure activities. Sometimes everyone would travel together during the holidays. The furthest time we even rode a griffon directly to the Orient Gorse dynasty. Look at the colorful phoenix lanterns at that time. I will never forget such scenes for the rest of my life. They are always so nostalgic."

"Unfortunately, it doesn't work anymore. The freshmen are eager to improve their strength, and they are full of their brains to become stronger. Sometimes they don't even come to cultural classes. It's really a bit shameful."

"You old man still said this, and don't look at what era." The kind old lady retorted.

"When you went to school, the west wind was still in the period of Zhongxing. Because the north-south canal was opened, everyone became rich and prosperous for a while, and the pressure was not great. So was the green. A few years after the end of the "Broken Bow", the empire stopped expanding and concentrated. Reorganizing the interior of the construction is also the era of large-scale construction. Many people, not only the common people, have jobs, but the nobles also focus on those big projects, because they need manpower, and they are more tolerant and kind."

"It's completely different now."

"The West Wind was so decayed a few years ago. The people below often couldn't live their lives and had to rebel. They were simply overthrown last year. The green nobles gathered their land and resources, and the civilians and little nobles below are getting harder and harder. Early."

"Nowadays, who is not trying to drill up? The younger generation of Xuehua Seven Kingdoms has witnessed the war with their own eyes. They have a sense of crisis. The verdant civilian students also want to get a noble status and take a breath. It is also more comfortable for those students who were born in wealthy families. Up."

"Oh... so, but when will this situation come to an end?" The old man with a goatee stroked his beard.

The bearded man drank a sip of ale, and then said: "A big battle. The winning party gets a lot of land and new resources to stabilize and balance the interior. If you lose, you can also ruin the internal thorns. Vacant positions, and then gain stability for a longer period of time."

"Is there no other way?" The goatee teacher sighed a little.

"It's difficult, because the cake is so big, and there are many people who want to eat it." The white-and-hued man hit a gap and continued his analysis.

"The population of the Verdant Empire has grown a lot in recent years, and the area underneath has suppressed a lot of grievances. The dragons of despair in the south are already thinking about it."

"They are the closest to the Xuehua Seven Kingdoms, and they are the easiest way to vent this backlog of dark fire to the next door."

"As soon as the war started, the nation’s righteous status was suppressed, and then all the usually restless land ruffians and the like were conscripted, small nobles, low-level transcendents, etc., all sent to the battlefield, leaving only most of the stable and honest farmers and Craftsmen in the handicraft industry, it will be easier to manage in the future."

"The emperor's art is really cruel." The goatee teacher shook his head.

"Ha, what cruel? This is life."

"That's how you humans are. We are all stupid to live a stable life. We orcs have to compete with our brothers for milk and drink since we were young. When we grow up, we will bring our brothers and neighbor villages to grab pastures and grass. After becoming extraordinary, we have to compete with Warcraft for living space. ."

"The meaning of living is to fight, keep fighting, keep weeding out weak guys, and then our offspring will get stronger and stronger."

"Okay, okay, don't fight, you were all cute when you were young, why are you getting more and more stubborn now."

The old lady was playing round, with pointed ears showing between her silver hair. She was not only the teacher of the new student, but also the two teachers in the house. The seniority can be said to be very high.

"Yes, dear Ms. Joan." In the face of the former teachers, the two male teachers still maintained their former respect and stopped arguing about this matter.

"By the way, the black-haired Dongfang lady abstained."

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After the battle, the sky was completely dark, Bumansha and Lorrain were walking on the way back, the orange candlelight by the side of the road swayed through the thick glass on the ground.

"Lorland, why do you want me to enter the semifinals?"

Bumansha asked the black-haired girl next to her with a little doubt. The shoes under her feet avoided some small puddles. Sometimes, some pink petals could be seen falling from the branches, falling in the puddles, and wavy faint ripples. .

"Because Bomantha wants to meet more powerful people, and you also need that precious crystal creation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is very necessary, but I think if you let others abstain because of your own needs ,this is not good."

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" Lorrain Hill, who was walking in front, turned his head and said playfully. The clear eyes were shining with warm yellow lights, shining like gems.

"Because I want to keep a low profile. If you win the championship, although you can keep it secret for the time being, you will always be inquired and become the center of the conversation. After all, you can't shut your opponent's mouth."

"Being stared at every day makes my life very tiring. Sometimes I want to be lazy."

"So you have the heart to push me out and attract everyone's attention?" Bumansha also smiled when he heard this.

"Don't say that, Sister Bomansa, you have to believe me, it is really kind." At this point, Lorrain Hill blinked his eyes like black crystal.

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