Pascal and Russell turned their heads to see a blonde girl sitting on a bow fluttering around: "You're the reporter from the Reed Newspaper, aren't you?"

"I am the founder, reporter, editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief and president of the Reed Newspaper, and Polly, the little witch of change! This is my business card!" Polly's reed pole was spread out in his hand, and lines of shining golden handwriting appeared, and when Pascal and Russell were about to take a closer look, the "business card" retracted and was received by Polly in his sleeve, "What did you just say to kill Class F and start the draft selection so soon?"

"Yes, we're going to go out this weekend, and by the way, let's have a martial arts competition in the mountains!"

"When are you leaving?"

"Eight o'clock on Saturday morning in front of the library, what's wrong?"

There was a snapping sound, and Polly quickly pressed her phone: "Well, okay, thank you for the news, goodbye-" said as she shook her body and flew over. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why did you tell her this?"

"What are you afraid of, this is not a state secret!"

"Yes. ”

"That's right—" Polly swayed back suddenly, "You can be my informant if you want, and if you see or hear anything strange in the school, tell me, and I'll pay you according to the newsworthiness of the news!"

"Well, let's interview the feared Araya Twins!" Russell smiled as he put his arm around Pascal's shoulder. Polly stretched out her tongue and made a grimace and swung away, but a person behind her was walking this way, the bow almost collided, the girl screamed and leaned down, Polly also exclaimed in surprise and pulled the bow with both hands to the side, and her body flew diagonally out of five or six meters before slowly steady: "Hahaha--let's talk about it when you become big guys-" Polly's voice went away with the bow.

"Pascal ......" The girl was dressed in a azure satin shirt, a printed hair tie, and blue and white on a blue background, which was Deborah.

"Hello......" Pascal muttered, his body shrinking back involuntarily.

"Are you free now?" Deborah whispered.

Pascal looked at Russell and was about to speak, but Russell had already pushed him: "Free and free, you are here to ask shamelessly, he happens to be free!"

"It's not...... It's a consultation!" Deborah said, "I heard that the school is going to be closed in the past two days to prepare for the centennial celebration, so I want to take advantage of this time to ask you." ”

"It's serious...... Pascal saw that Russell was leaving, and reached out to pull him, but Russell was born with long legs, and strode away, "Heine has something to do with me, I'll go first, you guys talk slowly!"

"I'm not going to waste your time in vain," Deborah whispered, pulling out a reed pole that I had collected from the other applicants.

"No need. Pascal waved his hand, "Why don't you go to Chaoxi Pond first, and I'll go back and get something." ”

"I'll go with you, and I won't fight for this little time. ”

"Oh well. Pascal wanted to let go of his steps and walk quickly, but he was afraid that Deborah would not be able to keep up, and if he walked slowly, he was afraid of delaying her time, but fortunately, although Deborah's body was small, her legs kept swaying as if they were winding, and she was really not slow.

Pascal hurried back to the house, took his schoolbag and ran downstairs, and saw Deborah standing quietly outside waiting, and suddenly felt a different feeling, feeling very comfortable, there was a girl waiting for him...... When Deborah saw him come out, she smiled slightly, and the two walked side by side towards Chaoxitang. The morning and evening pond is in the southeast corner of Pascal School Park.,That piece is like a garden.,Set out for them to practice magic.,Just because there's a pond that shrinks and shrinks in a day.,Almost half of the garden in the morning.,The next whole day will slowly shrink.,The next morning and back to the original.,So it's named the Chaoxi Pond.,It has also become the name of the garden.。 At the beginning, Pascal was still tortured on the road, but then his mood slowly let go and talked, he thought that he had not dealt with the two of them before, and there was nothing to say, but once he opened his mouth, he was not as embarrassed as he thought. When the two arrived at Chaoxitang, they found a stone table in the corner, and Pascal was just about to sit down when he saw Deborah take out a cushion and hand it over, waving his hand and thanking him: "No need, you can sit down......

"I brought two. Deborah said, her arms outstretched.

Pascal had to take it, he used to sit on the stone bench when it was a little cold, but he never thought to bring a cushion with him: "Here are the remaining volumes of the General History of Magic!"

"Thank you!" Deborah took it, returned the borrowed money to Pascal, and then took out his new purchase, Pascal saw that the books were neatly wrapped in a cover, and three lines were written on the outside: Pascal Academy; The handwriting is beautiful, but the pen is not enough, and it looks a little light.

"I'm afraid I'll get dirty, that's why I've framed it!" Deborah said with a blushing face.

"I remember that I used to do this when I was a kid, and now that I'm older, I'm sloppy. Pascal said, taking out his pen and paper.

"Do you find it useful to read the general history?"

Pascal saw that in a short period of time, Deborah's newly bought book was full of marks, and there was a full of label paper between the pages, and he couldn't help but admire: "To be honest, these things are more like 'Tao', principles, rules, and will be of great benefit to future entry, rather than magic similar to 'instrument', which can be directly used and used." ”

"Is there a principle of magic in the general history of magic?"

"Yes, it can be extracted from the process of magic evolution, although I am only ignorant. Isn't there a saying that the truth is always hidden in history!" Deborah nodded in response, and quickly wrote it down, much to Pascal's embarrassment, and he felt that he was a good teacher.

"Hi Deborah, you...... We're here too!" Sister Alice came by arm, Erica greeted from afar, Pascal turned his head, and was hesitating to say hello when the two sisters walked over, "Let's go over there to practice magic!" said the two as they walked behind a rockery. In addition to the pond in this area of the pond is as smooth as a mirror, the rest of the place is scattered by flowers, trees, mountains and stones, so that students can practice magic separately, and at the end of each month, the school will send someone to repair the scenery destroyed by magic. However, Class A also has students who sign up to learn advanced magic, there is a Rubik's Cube classroom dedicated to practicing magic, and legend has it that the entire building is made of nanomaterials, divided into square compartments, in which you can do whatever you want, and the nano walls can accurately measure the power of magic. Pascal felt that the rumors were a bit false, after all, not all magic pursues the strength of physical attacks, and the combination of magic and illusion magic cannot be measured by that "precision".

"Aren't you going to practice your hands?"

"Practice!" Pascal took out a notepad and sketched it with a pencil, "I always conceive the changes of paper magic at night, slowly refine it during the day, and then go to the trial. Debo stretched her neck to see what she wanted, but she was afraid that it would involve the mysteries of Pascal's magic, and the two were potential rivals, so she was too embarrassed to speak. When Pascal saw it, he pushed the notepad in front of her: "This is a method I figured out, others may not be suitable, if you are interested, you may wish to take a look." ”

"Thank you!" Deborah quickly took it and looked at it, and saw that there were some sketches scribbled on the notepad, and the middle of each page was divided into four pieces horizontally and vertically, and there were people moving in each frame.

"This is what I learned from comics!" Pascal said, holding out a thin stack of books, "Naruto, there's a lot of weird magic on it. ”

"Not all magic can be used by us!" Deborah took it and flipped through it, secretly thinking that Pascal was still a child, and he was so old that he still read the comic book villain, although it was a little cute, but it also seemed insignificant, seeing him so enthusiastic and polite to look at it.

"Magic is still second, Naruto is often a battle of wits and courage, even when competing with magic, it is also mixed with various schemes, calculations and countercalculations, so that the power of magic is vividly displayed!"

Deborah smiled and returned to Pascal: "I don't have enough brains to do this." I was also very admirable to see Pascal share her experience so generously, if someone asked her if she had any unique experience, she would definitely say that she would work hard and work hard or something perfunctory, and then began to look through the "General History of Magic" and ask Pascal for advice. What surprised Deborah even more was that he had speculated that some places were suspected to be wrong, not because he had collected some secret history or the like, but because of the inconsistencies in some events based on the rest of the book, and even judged by a certain person's style of conduct. Deborah thought that she could extract some high-level magic from the general history of magic, but she couldn't afford to pay so much money to learn high-level magic, and she didn't want to just learn low-level magic such as telekinesis and spitting fire with a broken tongue to masturbate, but she didn't expect to be disappointed again. After a while, the twilight slowly fell to cover the earth, and Deborah seemed to be relieved: "It's getting late, I'm going to dinner, thank you! Tomorrow I want to review the magic I practiced before, so I won't read!"

"Oh, okay......"

Deborah saw Pascal's face a little disappointed, and then remembered that he had worked hard to explain the general history of magic just now, and felt that she couldn't go, but the matter of martial arts in the mountains was more important, so she had to stop him, "Sorry, thank you for the advice!" Deborah said and bowed down with the book.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Pascal said quickly.

"Please take this information, it's my little thanks!" said Deborah, handing the reed pole to Pascal.

"Okay, thanks. Pascal no longer insisted, "Don't you?"

"I still have one. Deborah said, turning and trotting away.

Pascal took it and opened it and looked at it, and saw that behind the names of the people on it were written each person's best magic, magic strength, advantages and disadvantages, and feasible coping strategies, some of which she also heard others mention, but in front of the palace, the whole process of each person's game was detailed and detailed, Pascal took a general look, mud, rattan, coal, and flying pig fist, it seems that they are all tangible and visible form magic, and while walking, he speculated that these magic can have those changes, and how to use paper magic to restrain them if they meet. Russell hadn't come back after dinner, the basketball on the table was not there, and he thought he was playing with Fulton again. Russell is very talented in this area, not to mention his height and long arms, and a pair of spring-loaded legs are extremely explosive, showing off his power on that small field. Pascal was quite unimpressed, thinking that Russell was wasting time and wasting his life, and he also said him a few times for this, but later he actually found another way, using basketball skills to practice a set of magic, and he also shot out a 22nd place in the martial arts in front of the palace, which made him even more ridiculous.

After getting into bed, Pascal took out the reed set from under the pillow, turned it to the middle, looked at the lines outlining the soft long hair, as if dancing gently, and involuntarily reached out to stroke the cheeks of the person in the painting: "If we meet only in a dream, I would rather sleep for a long time and never wake up!" After being stunned for a while, he sighed and put it aside, unfolding the information that Deborah gave him, and while reading it, he thought about what would happen according to the type of magic and even the temperament of the opponent, and closed his eyes like this, and put the scene of him dueling with others like a movie in his mind, until he was awakened by the sound of thumping dribbles. Pascal suddenly woke up with a cold sweat on his forehead: "What if you hit him!" The door was kicked open with a bang, and Russell walked in with the ball. "Oh, you're still willing to come back, I'm afraid you'll be fascinated by Deborah and do something sorry for Helen!hahaha!"

Pascal was really envious, he was so relaxed when the big war came, as if there was nothing in his life to make him sad, he rolled the reed paper into a reed pole, and threw it with his hand: "Look at it, this is some news from the candidates, Deborah gave it." ”

Russell grabbed it with his backhand, shook it back without pause, and said with a smile: "No, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain!"

"It's up to you!" Pascal looked at the time, it was less than an hour, and it took so much time to talk to them in his mind just now?

"What's wrong?" Russell saw that Pascal was there again, and threw the basketball out of the table to take a shower.

"Nothing. Pascal then lay down, saw the basketball dripping around, looked at it intently, and suddenly remembered something, "Basketball, what can basketball think of, round, spherical, spinning...... Globosity...... Drumming, yes!" Pascal thought of this and got up, "Drumming, I didn't think of it before." As he spoke, he tore off a page from his notepad and began to fold it, although his mind was not skillful, and after thinking for a while, he folded a paper airplane and threw it casually, while using magic to control it and spin in the air. In the past, his paper magic was performed with the pages of a book, and he never thought that it could become three-dimensional, but if he could, the power would be even higher, and it is rumored that there was a scholar in the East who once relied on a paper kite and a paper crane to run rampant.