There was blood on her sheets.

That is, Gwen's abrasive knee was bleeding profusely.

She painfully ripped the tulle off her skin and took off the linen from the bed. The last thing Gwen wants to hear is her father's new girlfriend taking a bite on her bloody sheets.

Gwen took a moment to calm down.

Yesterday has passed, and today is a new day.

Hell yes. At work, at home, at the bar.

But there is always a desperate habit in life.

While carefully handling the evidence, she lays out in her mind the key events moving forward:

1. Register in the school dormitory.

Second, arrange accommodation and hope to be with Xiaoyue.

Three. Move things to the dorm and leave Moyer behind forever.

Four. Prepare for a two-year magician training camp.

Five, go to college again. Become the greatest mage of her generation.

Six, make millions or billions, who is it?

Seven, buy a new beach house and retire with two cats. Miraculous.

Eight, life, back on track!

She snorted. Maybe it's just the first four now.

She needs a hot shower.

The screeching sound of the faucet and the torrent of warm water restored her motivation to life. Gwen washed off the dirt and was sure to clean up her wounds wherever she went home with her in Hyde Park.

Her tattered skin was stinging with water.

Knowing that her father and brother were not at home, she allowed herself to walk around the apartment in a towel and drink a glass of cold milk when her injuries were reduced. This cramped house does not have large windows, so there is no unnecessary risk of exposure.

When she had dried herself well, Gwen folded up her miu miu skirt and dry cleaned it, put on some polish, put away her shoes, and put on a cheap linen skirt that hung over her injured knee and drooled.

I used to be a wizard, but then I hit a magic missile in my knee. She pondered alone, then became more depressed.

She rummaged through the closet and found the school's diary, which was the old stuff they distributed every year. Gwen scanned the pages to find Yue's phone number, and dialed it into the old wired phone they had kept near the kitchen.

"Yue, it's me. ”

"Hey, who is this?" Yue's voice sounded suspicious.

"It's me, Gwen," Gwen added, just in case.

"Damn it, Gwen," Yue groaned, I've been calling your information device since yesterday!

"Dormitory arrangement?"

"Yes!" Yue's voice slammed her into the speaker, this is nonsense!

"What?" Gwen was now completely confused.

"Haven't you checked your phone?" Yue asked, "They sent a message yesterday." ”

"Ah......h Right. Well, I have a terrible story to tell......"

This message tells students that they must find a roommate or be assigned a roommate. In addition, registration is on a first-come, first-served basis.

So far, all but three unsuitable students have been registered.

The inappropriate one is Yue, who has been waiting for Gwen, who has been staying outside.

The second is Gwen, who has suicidal thoughts.

Finally, there are three out of tune, quiet Elvis Presley, who, despite her sudden, unexpected fame, has no friends with whom to share a room.

As a result, the trio were given access to an employee room, and the trio had to share a common area, which had the benefit of having an ensuite of their own. The news was an extraordinary favor for Gwen and Yue, but now they have a common label – Elvis Lindholm.

As Gwen searched her memory for information on their third wheel, Yue continued to rant in her lovable but disgusting dialect. Elvis Presley is the kind of girl who never shows up but never sees or hears about it. She tried to recall the girl's face, but only remembered the long, gray-white bangs on her eyes. She rarely speaks, and rarely communicates with others, except when necessary, when she speaks, her voice is so soft that it is difficult to hear. She is shorter than her age, probably almost a meter fifty, and she is also very thin, giving the impression of being much younger.

That's it. That's all Gwen knew about the girl. A vague understanding of her looks and inconspicuous hairstyle.

"Right, right?" Yue asked on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, it's a cow entirely," Gwen replied, he missed about half of the Yue just splashed.

"What about you?" asked the more she asked, her voice becoming softer. "Fucking sucks, but that doesn't stop us from having a nice meeting in the city, right? Want to talk?"

"I think I've had enough of this city," Gwen replied, but I still want to meet, what do you think?"

"Do you want to go to the dormitory?" Yue replied that you want to bring furniture? I think the email said that all the usual furniture is standardized, but you still have to bring some garbage, I want to see how much space we have. ”

"It's close to the school, isn't it?"

"Almost, right behind the apartment building. ”

Gwen thought for a moment. She could walk to the station and catch the bus directly because it was a weekday.

"Okay, see you in an hour?"

"Great, I called you lunch," Yue added.

"There's no need. ”

"That's too bad," Yue Tian Tian insisted that after going through this, you can consume some sweet calories. ”

Gwen smiled.

There is a reason, that is, after they parted ways, she still thought of Yue often.

"Cheers, Luffy. Good bye. ”

Gwen hung up the phone, feeling much more relaxed than before.

She was ready for the kind of soulful healing they sang about in the song.

Unlike yesterday, it only took her a few minutes to get ready, no makeup or eyelashes, just a little lip gloss, a quick tap of her long irregular hair, and she was out.

Ignoring her stinging knee, Gwen pushed the pain away, hurried to her dear friend for familiar comfort.

When the bus stopped at the school gate, Xiaoyue was already waiting for her. Now it's time for the young people to rest, and the fire evokers already have a dozen of their eyes on the moon on her. The people closest to Xiaoyue are all girls, all cute little girls, and they want to know the secret of Xiaoyue's awakening. The boys flinched even more worriedly—Yue's fame was earlier than hers.

"Gwen!" Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey. Gwen waved her hand.

"Who's that?" someone asked.

"Gwengo. ”

"A nobody..."

"I've heard she's a nickname. ”

"It's annoying," one girl added unceremoniously.

"Shut your pie holes!" Yue shouted at the third-grade students, immediately quieting them down. "Stupid bastard. ”

If Gwen did what Yue Gang did, some of the young men would ask for a duel with her. However, the more, possessing the face of a magician, barks at her calling.

"Let's go. Yue urged Gwen to go away.

"Are they together?" asked one student, disbelievingly.

"That's so unfair," one young man cried.

"I want to live with Yue......"

Yue dragged Ge Wen out of sight.

"Are you alright?" she asked, a little guilty.

"Yes, I'm fine," Gwen replied, glad not to be noticed.

The two walked through the schoolhouse and into Blackwater's residential area for his spell students. This is an old apartment, probably built in the 80's for the first reclamation, with a distinctly barbarian façade that says, come the elements of wind, rain, or thunder, and I'm here to stay.

The building's suspended platform was a freight elevator that unpleasantly rumbled up the shaft until it reached its highest level. The staff room is not on the top floor, but it offers a beautiful view of the city and a barrier extending to the port.

At Entrance 1201, they were surprised to find that the door was unlocked.

The girls exchanged glances, then turned the handle.

They were greeted by a little gray-haired blonde girl with a dress in one hand and a hanger in the other. Their intruder's eyes widened and stared back in shock, just before a doe was scorched by the scorching light.

"......" a silent scream. The girl's expression was right, but it was actually a half-choked and half-muffled cry.

"Hello......" Gwen said.

“...”

"I'm Gowen. ”

“...”

We're going to get off to a good start. Gwen thought.

"Are you dumb or what?" Yue asked suddenly.

Gwen tugged at her friend's elbow. Elvis is a healer! She's a koala bear! You can't bully koalas everywhere.

"...."Nope. A soft voice whimpered, sharp and high-pitched, like a nightingale's trill.

"Do you have any questions?" Yue continued to interrogate. "Don't you think it's a good idea to ask for our consent before you start packing up?"

Elvis raised his head, his eyes full of worry.

To their surprise, the intruder had a charming little face, white as milk, with a buttoned nose that gave her the impression of an elf or fairy. Her lips, pink and delicate, were also pale and bloodless. Coupled with her bright ocean blue eyes, she reminds Gwen of those mysterious character actors who play Disney princesses.

Gwen's heart melted like butter in a mud pot in the December sun.

Her stunned expression, soft eyes, pale complexion—her maternal instincts tripped over every alarm in her body. Xiao Yue is an only child, and it is impossible for her to understand Gwen's feelings. Gwen raised Percy while her mother was away, and she very much wanted to have a lovely sister she could cuddle, love and cuddle with.

Without saying a word, Gwen reached out to touch Elvis Presley and pulled her to her chest.

"Yue, don't say it. Gwen looked at her friend and said she would take care of it.

When Gwen felt Elvis' stiff body, she remained cynical. The petite girl was just up to her shoulders, and her head was just the height of Gwen's resting chin. There is a scent of shampoo.

"There, there," Gwen comforted the frightened little one, staring into Elvis' eyes with her most sisterly expression. There's an attraction there, certainly nothing out of proportion, but still an appeal. Gwen felt strangely intrigued, as if something about Elvis Presley had done her in an inexplicable way.

"I'm sorry," Elvis stammered. "I don't want to bother you when you two move in. ”

"Is that right?" Yue asked suspiciously.

"Good. Gwen cast a reassuring glance at the two girls. "We came to see the room. You don't bother. I am Ge Wensong, this is Yue Bai, and her name is White Moon. ”

"Fire mage?" Elvis asked, his eyes lit up.

"The only one. Gwen nodded.

The girls measure each other with their eyes.

"I'm Elvia Lindholm," Elvia replied eternally. "It's nice to meet you both. ”

The little girl looked up at Gwen.

"Where are you from?" Elvis Presley asked in her soft voice.

This is not an unusual question. In a multicultural city like Sydney, it's often curious where a person comes from, at least initially.

"I was born here, but my family comes from all over the world," Gwen said, satisfying Elvis Presley's curiosity. Her eyes, her height, her hair, don't seem to have any ethnic background. "My mother is of mixed Southeast Asian descent, and my father is Russian-Chinese from the fault near China. ”

Elvis Presley's mouth let out an "o" exclamation.

"You're so beautiful. Elvis blushed, then noticed that Gwen was protecting her shoulder.

"It's too high," the girl added enviously.

Xiao Yue coughed, revealing her best face.

"You...... It's also beautiful," Elvis added, and her eyes became as big as ping-pong balls. "I love you...... Belch...... Shirt. ”

"I think we're going to get along," Gwen confidently concluded.

"It's like a house on fire," added with a smile, revealing a pearly white.

Elvis glanced at Yue tremblingly, only to be comforted by Gwen that apart from all the evidence, Yue was not a deranged musketeer.

After greetings, the girls continued to share a room. The spacious common area is divided into three sections, with a bed, wardrobe, wall-mounted cupboard and a desk on each side. At the foot of the bed is a magic chest connected to their mana signal. The third wall is the shared bathroom. There is also a kitchenette in the room, which is the kind found in a serviced apartment.

The girls soon agreed on their respective areas of privacy.

"Oh!" Elvis interjected Gwen!

Gwen looked down.

"Ah, bastard," she cursed. Her wounds were indeed crying.

"Don't touch it. "Elvis presley stopped Gwen before she wiped her knees with a tissue, I can help. ”

She knelt in front of Gwen and rested her hands on Gwen's wounds.

"Healing Touch!"

An itchy, tingling sensation crept up Gwen's leg.

"Oh!" Gwen tried to get him out. The itching is unbearable.

"It's all done!" Elvis Presley proudly stepped back.

Gwen looked down.

The scab fell off, revealing pink flesh.

Oh my God! she was distraught.

Healing magic in real life?

"What do you want to eat?" Gwen asked, bending her knees, my shout!

After some deliberation, the trio came to Market City, where cheap and greasy food was sold by tons every day.

"I don't usually eat out......" Elvis admitted, expecting ridicule and unpleasantness.

"Yes, I usually just eat at home too," Gwen admits in turn, misreading the sentiment a bit. "It's much cheaper just to bake bread. ”

"Oh my God," a gourmand rolled his eyes, "this time, Gwen put a piece of soft bread between two toasted multigrain loaves and called it a sandwich......"

"Sounds ... Is it delicious?" Elvis presley imagined in her mind. "But can't you put something else in the middle?"

"This time I put the leftovers and it was amazing. Gwen's morale has recovered enough to reveal her culinary secrets. Her knee was fully restored. "It would be better if you could stuff some spam in it. ”

Xiao Yue made a gag motion, which made Elvis Presley laugh. Her new roommates get along too well. The rhythm of their interactions took a toll on her mental metronome.

The girls are walking around the city, and when they have a sweet tooth for the third time, Elvis Presley announces that she will be surprised if she eats something more.

Next to her, Wen and Yue continued to eat.

Elvis was taken aback. Her new friend's appetite is horrible!