"Are you free this afternoon?"
After five or six rounds of practice, during the mid-session break, Xiya leaned over.
Her light, honey-sweet scent was warm and cozy—not the fragrance someone of her height ought to have, but rather the scent someone of her build ought to possess.
Her expression was full of her usual serenity. Sweet and adorable.
Noticing Jiang Han studying her face, she raised both hands in a V-sign. "Hey."
"Mm, I am free."
Jiang Han withdrew her gaze, stretched lazily, then frowned and touched her spine. She could feel that the magic within it was somewhat uneven.
Witches' sparring matches were fraught with danger, and it was common to be left with minor hidden injuries. Usually, though, they would recover on their own and return to perfect condition within a day or two.
Speaking of sparring.
Histeria was clearly not in very good form today.
"Then we're not practicing today? I don't really mind, but your match is tomorrow."
"No, no. I can't qualify anyway."
Xiya simply gave up.
Her attitude was open and aboveboard; she had given up so thoroughly it was ridiculous. Though her expression was a little complicated, she did have her reasons.
Jiang Han could only nod in understanding.
"Sure. Where are we going?"
"Let's eat~ A giant cat recently opened an Eastern Isles restaurant nearby. Let's go take a look."
Jiang Han went out with Xiya, still pondering all sorts of issues in this late-stage version. At the same time, she secretly glanced at her Xi Fu and felt that the other party truly had rotten luck down to the bone.
Xiya had recently fallen into a state of giving up.
It wasn't that she was doing terribly.
She was still in the top four of her group, after all.
But she