"Don't bother."

Emily Joe introduced to Jiang Han after smiling from the witch:

"This is Miss Cheng Yu, a special witch instructor from our Nancheng training institution, a master who focuses on the Plastic Energy School, and also has good insights and knowledge about other schools. Lecturer Cheng, this is Miss Jiang Han, and this is her sister Zhenling. ”

The witch named Cheng Yu nodded, her slightly cold gaze fixed on Jiang Han.

Jiang Han felt uncomfortable, she felt that the other party's eyes had been staring at her neck, as if some dangerous carnivore was gently licking her neck, slightly warm, slightly chilled before death, and breath and cold surrounded her neck at the same time. It was as if an artery was being pressed against a cold blade, and she even developed a hysterical feeling of a fireball smashing past.

The witch Cheng Yu's eyes were withdrawn, the corners of her mouth on the left side rose, revealing half of her canine teeth, and she smiled sweetly.

"I think." She bit her lip and said, "I am fully sure and interested in teaching a powerful witch." Let's get acquainted again, Miss Han, and I will provide you with educational services after you sign that contract. ”

- She's confident, and she's dangerous.

Jiang Han looked at Emily Joe, the other party's smile was very professional, and explained the situation: "Please rest assured of Lecturer Cheng's professionalism, she has taught a total of 3 great witches, and she has rich experience in facing powerful witches like you who don't know how to use themselves. All you need is that you sign this contract and agree to give priority to us as soon as you consider joining the club after graduation. ”

It's fair, offering free services and providing excellent expert-level treatment, isn't this an investment in disguise...... Just like in a previous life, a professor would have several excellent disciples, and such investments in the education industry are not uncommon. It can greatly improve the success rate of excellent students - some people call it a small stove, which is unfair.

But Jiang Han doesn't care if it's fair or unfair, she has a body close to the big witch when she crosses over, is this fair? She doesn't do anything like picking up her job and scolding her mother.

Jiang Han signed the contract, and the thin papyrus ignited a warm flame, and the font changed from inky black to bright gold, slowly melting, crawling on the surprisingly unburned papyrus like magma, as if there was an invisible hand controlling them, and differentiating into burning fonts:

The contract is formed.

After about ten seconds, the flames went out, and the papyrus made an extremely natural 'tearing' sound, splitting into two sheets of papyrus of the same size.

Emily Joe picked them up and gave one to Jiang Han.

It was crawling with dense fonts that occasionally flashed with a hint of fire.

"Yes, this is a copy of the contract and has legal benefits."

The same thing happened after Zhenling signed the contract, and Emily Jo pulled Cheng Yu out, saying that she wanted to save these documents, leaving Jiang Han and Zhenling in the office.

"Sister Han, I didn't use this kind of paper when I signed the contract last time, and it doesn't have such a strong magic effect." Zhenling said as she touched her smooth chin.

By the way, yesterday Jiang Han and her sister played poker, at first she didn't believe that her 15-year-old sister could win against herself, an old gambler who was almost forty years old in her previous life, and when she began to believe that 'there are really people in this world who are born to be gambling gods', she has already exported her sister identity...... So now my sister calls her 'Han Mei' or 'sister'.

The idea of wanting his sister to never say 'sister' again has come true, but Jiang Han can't be happy, and only feels more and more sad.

Fortunately, my sister is also a sensibility, and she only shouts in private.

"Isn't it special?" Jiang Han asked.

"It's very special, so that the contract can be presented in this state, you have to use the blood of the Birch Flame Dragon, it is a powerful ancient dragon, the origin area is near Egypt, and it is very difficult to catch blood. But the effect is also very good...... Generally, it is only used in trade contracts, which are very confidential, and you will receive legal protection after signing the contract. ”

My sister thought for a moment and gave an example: "For example, if you didn't break the law, but you were arrested because of the contract, then you are still protected by the law, and no torture methods can take effect on you, including humiliating you and insulting you, and the witch who violates the contract will be sprayed with the breath equivalent to the ancient birch dragon, and she will die for a lifetime." ”

A society governed by the rule of law and a society governed by the rule of law.

Jiang Han looked down at the papyrus with the contract written with great interest, this kind of paper is not much different from the A4 printing paper in the previous life, and the papyrus is just an ancient name and title, just like Red Bull does not contain cattle, and the beef grains in 2009 do not contain beef.

The ink of the font was still slowly flashing with a burning fire, but it was only warm to the touch, not hot.

It's about the same as a hand warmer.

"How long will it last?" Jiang Han flicked the paper.

"Hmm...... I don't know very well. The younger sister picked up her own contract and looked at it.

After about ten minutes, footsteps came from outside the door, and Emily Jo and Cheng Yu walked into the room.

"Zhenling-san, I'll arrange a new 1-on-1 tutorial for you." Emily Joe said this in a very gentle voice, and her smile was very real, presumably because she had signed a future great witch and received a commendation or merit. She looked at Zhenling and looked at Cheng Yu with a little doubt, and explained very intimately:

"It's not necessarily good to learn from witches who are too much higher than you, they can sometimes be impatient, they will dislike the students that their magic is not enough to cast certain spells, I will choose a mentor for you who will teach you how to train magic effectively, although how to improve magic power is still a puzzle, but at least, that mentor can give you her personal experience."

……

Looking at the backs of Zhenling and Emily Joe leaving the room, Jiang Han turned his head to look at Cheng Yu, who was sitting on the desk. It can be seen that she is not polite or ladylike at all, at least in terms of sitting posture, it seems that the thighs wrapped in maroon pantyhose can be faintly seen...... It's true that she's not very ladylike, but she does have long legs...... But it seems to be wearing pumpkin safety pants inside?

"Oh, a patient mentor...... I'm willing to bet on the Shirlian mentor who sleeps with other mentors for a living. Cheng Yu sneered and said very maliciously: "Miss Han, it seems that they don't want me to have the same pair of sister witches from the same family alone. ”

"Exclusive?" Jiang Han grasped this word that made him a little uncomfortable.

"Hmm. Your magic is so great, and your sister's magic is so ...... Insignificant, not like dust, what I saw in my eyes was a fragile magic like a glued thread. It means that you are some kind of ...... Mutated individuals. Cheng Yu smiled sweetly, but his voice revealed a feeling of indifference: "It also means that your sisters, sisters, also have a certain chance of mutating, and they will not become a rare and powerful magic like you, and that is enough to become an excellent witch." ”

"Will it?" Jiang Han asked in surprise.

Will my own mutation also happen to my sister?

"It's a small odds, but it's not impossible." Cheng Yu walked in front of Jiang Han and looked at her condescendingly.

With a height of more than two meters, Jiang Han's height of less than one and a half meters is pitiful, just like a delicate doll. "Tell me how far you've learned, so I'll prepare you for the lesson."

"School of Spells Book 3." Jiang Han found a chair and sat down, putting his hands on his knees.

"Did you learn the fireball technique?" Cheng Yu sat on the chair next to him and asked sideways.

"I learned ......" Jiang Han remembered the words written down in the textbook, 'June 25th, 6 o'clock, rainy day'.

Cheng Yu hummed, "Yes, a witch who doesn't know fireball art is destined to be incomplete." It seems that you are a good boy and will do everything in the lessons. ”

The witch stood up, and immediately smiled and said:

"The basics are okay, but everything else needs to be filled, so we have to start as soon as possible."