"Help...... Morin ...... Help me see how this part of the link is structured......" Marcas pleaded feebly.

Morin looked no better, his puffy eyes bloodshot, his already messy hair crumpled and his sleeves covered in ink, and he was lying on a magical page like Marcus.

However, compared to Marcas's daze, he was holding a golden pen seal and writing against the magic page.

After hearing Marcas's plea, the boy desperately supported his sleepy eyelids and encouraged: "I haven't finished it yet, Marcus hold on! Besides, I'm in charge of a lot more than you! Don't forget that you patted your chest to promise that it was okay when you were in charge of labor last night!"

On the side, Aminor and Tilna looked in a better state of mind, Aminor was only slightly pale, and Tilna was basically the same as usual, but they both had their own tasks unfinished, and they were both writing and drawing on their magic pages.

But Xiao Hei, who had slept all night, was in good spirits at this time.

It was hidden in the collar of the boy's coat, a pair of small dark green eyes staring at the boy's magic page with relish, the dark red mouth cracked a small opening, and from time to time spit out small orange flames, I don't know how much it can understand.

The morning sun shines through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the lighting crystals in the Wind Whisper Lounge slowly go out.

"Ah...... I'm blind!" As his eyes darkened, Marcas instinctively wanted to faint on the table, but before his head sank, his scalp suddenly felt a huge pain, as if a handful of hair had been pulled by something.

"Little Black!" his eyes were teary, and he suddenly sobered up a lot.

"Tweet ......"

Sure enough, the black flames were floating above his head, his slender arms curling a handful of Marcas' blonde hair and laughing.

"This is the method I have seen in ancient books, make sure to refresh ......" Merlin still stared at his page:

"Hold on, Marcas, there's still two hours to go, and we still have a lot of structures to finish!"

At this time, in addition to the four of them, there were many other second-year students in the common room who were sitting around their respective tables in groups of three or five, all of them looking exhausted and half-dead.

"I had too much fun yesterday...... "Marcus couldn't help but sigh when he saw that his companions couldn't spare time.

"It's not like you had to design and build such a complicated snowman!!" Aeno retorted with a very unconscionable conscience, not remembering the excitement in her eyes when she saw Marcas's snowman drawings yesterday.

"I should have taken the time to finish Professor Pointy'......s big assignment sooner," Tierna reflected very objectively, "There is a famous saying in our machine city that the gears can't be stuck too tightly, and there is room for planning. ”

That being said, it's not easy to do.

Looking at the other groups in the break room, who have been fighting like them last night until dawn, you know that for many people, it may be more realistic to say that deadlines are the first productivity.

"I still didn't hold back yesterday, otherwise I would have been able to finish the whole afternoon. Marcus sighed again.

It really started yesterday.

After a week of snowfall, everyone couldn't help but go out to bask in the sun and experience what it was like to walk on a snow blanket several meters thick.

It's just that no one could have imagined that what was originally just a relaxing activity of breathing fresh air and basking in the sun gradually turned into a tense snowman building competition.

It is said that the narcissistic senior Mike of the Troublemakers League first started to drive the rhythm.

With the goal of being included in the "Memorabilia of Illuvita Academy", he wanted to build the largest snowman in the history of Illuvita, so before dawn he slipped out of the dormitory like a thief in a gray cloak and began to collect snowdrifts, and with the help of his own magic that was not working from time to time, it took a long time to finally build a huge snowman like a tower according to his body appearance.

The snowman sat on the edge of the castle like a giant in the kingdom of giants, and it was a long distance higher than the walls of the castle.

Not only that, but he also used something to dye the snowman's head bright red.

Satisfied with the size of the snowman, which could be clearly seen even from the snowy peaks, Mike Caviezer began to stand on the snowman's shoulders and proudly show off his short fiery red hair, and the bright red on his and the snowman's heads looked very dazzling in a plain white snow in the bright sun.

But soon his snowman was not the biggest.

Although it snows every winter, it is the first time that there is such a thick layer of snow, in other words, there is such an abundance of materials for building a snowman.

As the sun grew, the seventh-grade seniors were overjoyed to hunt, and mountain-like snowdrifts gathered out of the forest, and under their shaping, all kinds of lifelike tall monster-like snowmen soon rose from the ground, basically crushing Mike's snowman.

Thea of the dragon clan was also very itchy to see it, but she didn't have such a strong magic to build such a big snowman, so she took out her treasured gems and bought off two senior seniors, and commanded them to help her build a huge red dragon by the lake, and the whole body was dyed red except for the golden belly.

The red dragon's wings curled slightly as if they were about to fly, and a mighty head on the curved dragon's neck was roaring at Mike's snowman with its bloody mouth open.

Thea also sat proudly on the head of the snow dragon like Mike, with Alice and Tevez with them, and their small bodies looked like three birds nesting on the dragon's head from the ground.

In order to keep his record, Mike had to make his snowman taller again and again - he added a high pointed hat to his snowman's head, and erected a long flagpole at the tip of the hat.

But the most impressive thing is Senior Aveley.

Together with several of his senior members of the Tricksters Alliance, he transported the ice bricks at the foot of the mountain to the snow field next to the dormitory castle, and built a broad and solid platform foundation.

Then, on the hard ice foundation, several people joined forces to carve a magic barrier, each of them stood still, and at the same time stirred up an incomparably powerful wave, a rainbow bridge rose from the magic barrier under their feet to the foot of the mountain, and after a while, the huge ice wall actually cracked back into pieces of ice bricks and flew like a flock of birds in the sky, frantically but orderly landed on the ice platform, crackling and soon forming a huge and incomparably large building.

All the onlookers were stunned - they actually built a dormitory castle out of ice.

And from the outside, it looks almost exactly like the castle they live in.

"That's our dorm ......"

"I can see the dining hall, even the long table!"

"Oh my God! It's so beautiful! I want to live in it with furniture!"

The admiration here has not stopped, and there are already girls rushing in to announce the occupation of the largest room.

At this time, the middle and lower grade students couldn't help it.

Seeing that the huge ice foundation they had built was still empty, Senior Aveley, they began to discuss it.

Although there is neither the magic of the senior nor the wealth of the dragon students, but after all, there are many people, as the saying goes, there are many people and no one is afraid of strength, and if one person can't do it, he will make up a few more groups if he is not enough in a group, and the lower the grade, the more people will make up.

After the college elf became the judge uninvited and said that he could add a certain number of points to the winning works of each grade level, the snowman building competition finally kicked off with a bang.

Mechanics students, including Marcus, began to design artwork, Combat students did the hard work of hauling snow from the forest, and others learned to sharpen their spears. Fortunately, the magic of processing ice and snow is a ring or even zero ring magic, and it does not require any precision, plus the traditional manual process of kneading, grasping, rolling, and patting together, everyone quickly mastered the skill of making simple shapes of snow blocks.

The second-year students were divided into about three groups, each occupying a small area, and Maureen was very satisfied with the snowman that Marcus had helped design, and after the division of labor was completed, he got busy.

"Thumbs up, I'm done, which team is in charge of the hand?!"

"I'm here, I'm here, I've got hands!"

"Come on, I'll take a look...... You're not my hand! You're your left hand, I'm the thumb of your right hand! I said how it feels weird!"

"Obviously you didn't make it clear!

"Oh no! I'm going to ask someone else for help, you wait......"

"Who is in charge of the palm of the right hand?!What about people??"

The bustling cries came and went, and it was chaotic for a while, and several people in Morin's group were responsible for building a huge cane, and they didn't need to cooperate with other groups for the time being, but Alice who came down from the red dragon's head to participate in the activity was very busy, and they were responsible for assembling the snowman's head.

"Where's the nose!Where's the fat dean's nose!Which group is in charge?!"

"Our group! Our group is in charge! It will be molded immediately, and there are still two big nostrils that have not been poked out!"

"Who has the tool to poke the nostrils?!"

"What kind of tools do you need to poke your nostrils?, don't you know how to use your fingers?!"

"Huh, I won't want to poke my fingers into the nostrils of the fat dean!, how disgusting!!"

"What's disgusting about that ice and snow sculpture??"

"Ice and snow sculptures also have ice and snow boogers, such a big nostril has to poke you to poke me so I don't stab!"

"Get out of my way......"

The fat dean is the name of their snowman, designed in the appearance of their great dean of Iluvita Academy, the singer Fielding, but the figure and face shape are a lot fatter, the wrinkles on the face are much less, and the silly smile on the corner of the mouth looks extremely festive.

Even the ever-hard Strayer and the battle maniac Osmond were a rare addition, and together they were in charge of the bowl of Fielding's pipe, Strayer was using his delicate fire control skills to pull out the lines of fire and burn the moon pattern outside the bowl, while Osmond was engrossed in holding a long sword and cutting the inner wall of the bowl little by little.

There was not a single movement of his arm, and in a few moments he dug out an extremely regular and round groove.

"It's too regular! Do it all over again! It's not for you to practice swords!" Marcas immediately collapsed when he saw it:

"Have you ever seen a pipe bowl so round?! Look at the design draft!

Osmond frowned and thought about it, and seemed to think that it made sense, so he asked one of the seniors to fill the groove with the ice again, and he dug up with his sword again.

"The base is carved, what about the lower body? Is it installed, and it is shipped over as soon as it is installed!!"

"Not yet, don't worry......"

"What about the hat, the wide brim we make always breaks and collapses!"

"Find a senior to help fix it with magic! Do you want me to help you find a senior?!"

"We have a class next, this cane will be put aside for a while, and we will come after class......"

"We also have classes!If you don't have a class, keep someone to see it, don't be ruined by others!!"

"That's it, I've seen several other large groups of people passing by with bad intentions, and the tricks are all highlighted!"

"I don't have classes, I'll stay!"

In this way, people left one after another to join, and dozens of second-year students piled up from noon until sunset on the ice cliff on the moon in the West Valley, and finally completed their masterpiece - the fat dean before it was completely dark.

Fatten Dean Fielding, who was twice his life-size figure, sat half-seated on an ice-based base, wearing a wide robe, a sharp, wide-brimmed mage hat, and a large ice staff encrusted with gems like an upstart in his arms.

He had a silly smile on his face, a delicate ice sculpture pipe was in his mouth, and a smoke potion was poured into it, wisps of white smoke drifted out, and one hand was like a miser covering the drum and muttering money bag around his waist, which looked vivid and vivid.

Anyone who sees it will subconsciously laugh.

They also had a lot of trouble installing the Ice Cane - it was so heavy and so large that they didn't know how to get it up. At that time, it was getting late, and the seniors had already finished their work, and they couldn't find reinforcements to help. In the end, it was Morin who asked Xiao Hei, who was hidden in his sleeve, to sneak out of it, and then used the levitation technique to stuff the cane into the arms of the fat dean.

In the competition, Dean Fat unsurprisingly won the crown of the second-year group.

Although the work of the other large groups in the second year is also quite good, such as Cleo, their large group has completed a magnificent griffin knight, which may be much higher than the fat dean in terms of complexity and technical scores, but the house elf awarded them the second-year champion the moment they saw the cute Fielding.

For Cleo's protest elves, the fat dean restored Fielding's expression and posture very realistically, the only fly in the ointment is that this snowman is slightly prettier, and Fielding never puts the money bag in such an obvious place.

It makes people feel her full of malice towards that unreliable old miser.

After the game, the elves also very thoughtfully reminded the students in their group that it was best to have two sets of soundproof earplugs on their hands these days - if Dean Fielding was angry and wanted to retaliate, plugging their ears with soundproof earplugs in time was the most effective defense.

Got the first place in the grade, got a full twenty points for the house elf, and also built a tall snowman fat dean with a sense of accomplishment, even if he might be attacked by Dean Fielding's singing, everyone was in a very good mood.

But happy times are always short-lived.

After the competition, students from the law school finally became unsure.

They looked at the black night sky, frowned and counted the date, looked at each other to make sure that their memories were not wrong, and their faces turned white all of a sudden.

- They finally remembered that the next day there was a class by Professor Vavaguilla Sharp Nose, the basic magic analysis required by the Law School, and it seemed that the design of the spell model for the [French Fries Technique] that Professor Sharp Nose had arranged a long time ago also needed to hand in the first draft before tomorrow's class.

It was a large assignment that required division of labor and cooperation in the course group.

And by now, they have done it...... Oh, it seems that the division of labor has not yet begun.

As a result, the students, including Morin and the others, together with the students of the other two snowman groups, a total of nearly ten course groups, erupted in unison.

"It's over!!"

This assignment requires each group of students to learn and understand the structure of at least fifteen basic magics such as [Condensation], [Blistering], [Small Wind Blade], [Splitting], etc., and then cooperate to design and construct a spell model of [French Fries] according to the theory of magic analysis.

Even if they want to be lazy now, they can't borrow (plagiarize) from books.

Because the French Fries Technique is not a standard part of magic, it is not included in the book "The Complete Book of Standard Spell Models", and there is no shadow of similar magic in the book "The 3,000 Cooking Magic Loved by Humans", which Professor Pointy Nose obviously considered when arranging.

On the other hand, although the seniors have taken this class and done this exercise, they will never help.

In Illuvita, the seniors are often more willing to see the younger students suffer: especially the ones that tortured them to death, and the younger students must also inherit the spirit of these martyrs and follow the path of suffering, otherwise how can they grow.

There's an old saying, how do you say it?

If the moon god wants to entrust you with a heavy task, he will starve you before throwing you a pile of homework......

For example, Strayer's group and several other groups with strong self-discipline that have been completed are also prohibited by Professor Pointy Nose from lending homework to other groups for reference (plagiarism), and if they are discovered, they will be dealt with directly with zero points.

There is no way to be lazy, tomorrow is the deadline.

As a result, Morin and the others had to start enjoying the experience of working all night for the first time since arriving in Iluvita.

Since last night, the four of them have come to the Fengyu Lounge with materials and pen and paper, and after exchanging the eyes of the same fallen people with several other groups, they encouraged each other and began to write hard.

Barron was very righteous and accompanied them and said that he would accompany them until dawn, but he really couldn't help this homework involving the theory of magic analysis, except for the history of magic, the most "magical" course of the combat school this semester was probably the use of physical magic skills taught by Iron Hammer, and even the card use course was no longer the same as that of the French school.

And in the second half of the night, everyone saw that the yawning Kadir boy could not hold it anymore, so he was finally persuaded to go back to sleep.

It's not that they feel sorry for Barron's broken body, it's just that with his constant roaring yawns as background music, they really can't concentrate on their already sluggish energy.

There was no rest for a whole night.

From midnight when Barron went back to bed in the dormitory to now it was dawn, Barron appeared in the lounge again with a bunch of snacks to support and hurriedly left to the knight's hall halfway up the mountain.

They finally barely finished the first draft of the design of the French Fries Technique.

After they had printed their respective parts together onto a complete magic page, Marcus said almost angrily, "No, the final inspection will be handed over to you, I'm going to sleep for a while......"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already slumped down on his desk and snored, completely ignoring the hands on the break room clock that were less than twenty mils before he was about to turn to class time.

The other three gathered together, bracing themselves to examine the spell models they had designed, inch by inch.

Although it was only a first draft, Professor Sharp Nose also had a clear requirement - to try not to make the low-level mistakes he had highlighted in class when designing magic. For Morin, the French fries technique written on the magic pages with a pen is already quite complicated, and it takes a lot of mental energy to read, and checking for errors is not an easy job.

Without looking at it twice, Morin felt his head dizzy and hurriedly stopped.

If he runs out of mental power, he will involuntarily fall asleep, and he will have to go to the course taught by the goblins later, and the boy does not want to sleep involuntarily for a whole class.

He shoved a large chunk of the jerky that Barron had brought into his mouth, glanced at the clock, and asked Tilna and Aeno, who still had the strength to spare, "How is it...... There is still something wrong, it is almost time for us to go to class. ”

"Chirp, tweet!" Before Tilna could speak, Xiao Hei on the side suddenly chirped.

Its small, dark green eyes stared at the page on the table, and its two slender arms of flame pointed at a corner of the page.

"Chirp, tweet, tweet......"