The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

The days and months pass by, and the morning and evening rotate.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since the contract with Isser.

It is Jiang Liujing's turn to be on duty in the dormitory today.

He squatted in the garden feeding the chickens, and Israel flew around him, looking lively and seemed to have endless energy.

The spirit chicken sent by the dean had a very violent temper. It probably knew that these little guys were fattening it up just to be cooked, so it often fought with people who came to feed it.

But Jiang Liujing discovered that these spirit chickens would become quite obedient when they saw Iser, even more obedient than when they saw Chi.

For example, even though Iser had deliberately pecked through the bag of chicken feed, allowing the spiritual grain to fall very close to the spiritual chickens, not a single one dared to rush forward to grab a bite. They all stood there in silence, as orderly as a king's soldiers.

Jiang Liujing even suspected that if Yisel gave the order for them all to stand on one leg, these spirit chickens would do it obediently.

What species Iser belonged to remained a mystery. Jiang Liujing had once asked it, but the bird had only said that he would know when it grew up, keeping it a secret.

Jiang Liujing used his wind magic to roll all the spiritual grains that fell to the ground back into the feed trough. When he clapped his hands and stood up, he suddenly felt something cold falling on the tip of his nose.

He reached out and touched it, and his fingertips were stained with a trace of transparent water.

He was slightly startled, and the next second he heard the upstairs window bang open, and a familiar blond head popped out from the frame.

Mo Ya put his hands together to make a circle and covered his mouth, shouting at him heartbreakingly: "It's snowing! Xiao Jing, come inside quickly——"

The window on the other side of the house also slammed open. The owner of the house, Wen Xun, did not show up, but a voice came from inside the house: "Why are you coming in? Go out and play!"

Mo Ya suddenly turned around and retorted loudly to the person next door: "No, Xiao Jing will get sick!"

"He's a magician, not an ordinary person. Do you think he's as useless as you?"

Jiang Liujing, who was indeed prone to illness, said: "..." His knee felt as if it had been hit by an arrow.

Great, this puts Wen Xun on the assassination list.

He looked up at the sky and saw that indeed, small snowflakes had begun to fall. This year, the snow had fallen earlier than usual, and soon a thin layer of white had accumulated on the ground.

Mo Ya was still trying to wave at him by the window. Jiang Liujing turned around and walked into the house, ready to change into the alchemy robe he brought with him.

I haven't worn this dress for a long time, and it still feels a little strange when I think about it.

Shortly after the start of the school year, the Magician Academy held a welcome dance for the freshmen, and specially invited experienced seniors from the upper grades to provide one-on-one dance instruction to the freshmen.

However, when teaching Jiang Liujing, the invincible seniors encountered such a difficult problem for the first time -

Jiang Liujing is too young.

Too, too small.

It's not just about age, it's also about height.

Even when standing among a group of girls, he was like a sudden depression in the plain.

How can you teach him this? Let a girl dance with him, and the girl teaches the male steps, and he dances the female steps?

There were quite a few girls who were willing and actively expressed that they could do it, but Jiang Liujing himself refused to give in no matter what.

He said stubbornly that if every freshman had to be present, he could go there to serve as a decoration or a cheering spectator. In short, he could do anything except dancing on stage.

The other freshmen also firmly stated that Jiang Liujing, as their leader, must appear in the center of the stage.

It so happened that Principal Laviere, who was supposed to give the speech at the ball, was out of town. In the end, they decided to have Jiang Liujing dress up as Principal Laviere in his silver-white robe, even attaching his white beard perfectly.

After the dance began, Jiang Liujing stood in the middle of the dance floor, under the spotlight that never left his side, watching the freshmen hugging and dancing as they passed by him. He smiled and nodded at them with dignity and kindness, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, classmates," and "You danced well, classmates."

It was said that many dancers fell to the ground on the dance floor due to excessive laughter, and the scene was in complete chaos.

After returning from that event, Jiang Liujing became withdrawn and resolutely refused any group activities.

If anyone brings up "customs" with him again, he'll just use his power as chief to change the rules: "The chief is not required to participate in any group activities."

The members of the seven-academy delegation he set up objected to this rule and wanted to amend it to "the chief may not participate in any non-compulsory collective activities", but Jiang Liujing vetoed it.

The power of veto - this was also the margin of victory that Jiang Liujing left for himself after hearing what Principal Lavie told him about the precedent of a chief being stripped of his power by his subordinates.

It turns out that this operation is necessary.

Most of the members of the Seventh College delegation were Jiang Liujing's roommates or friends. Only Guang College randomly found a girl who didn't get along with the original representative, Xavier, because they were not familiar with each other.

They were all acquaintances, which made it very convenient for Jiang Liujing to contact and command them. However, the downside was also obvious. Because of their good relationship, these guys were always trying to trick him in various ways. Every time Jiang Liujing thought about it, he wanted to catch them and beat them up one by one.

"Hey Xiaojing, you finally wear this clothes again today?" Mo Ya came down from upstairs and saw Jiang Liujing changing from the hospital uniform to his silver-white robe. For some reason, he became very happy.

He rambled on, "This is what you wore when we first met in the dormitory. I miss you so much. You were so innocent and cute back then. I didn't bring my key, so I just called out and you obediently came downstairs to open the door for me..."

Jiang Liujing smiled at him and interrupted him: "Am I not cute now?"

"Well..." Mo Ya was suddenly speechless.

In terms of appearance, Jiang Liujing hadn't changed significantly in the four months since he'd been there. When Mo Ya first saw him, his heart had been pounding with excitement. Even now, he'd gotten used to it, but he was still moved by his subtle shifts in expression.

But now there is no way he could think that Jiang Liujing is a pure white little angel like he did the first time.

Mo Ya looked around and changed the subject, "Chi went outside the school today, right? He's not here, and you've changed your clothes. Why don't we go to the door to see the snow? This is the first snow since we came to the Dawn Empire. It's quite memorable."