After leaving the tower on the top of the mountain, Loran Hill put the piece of paper with the bibliography in his arms, then jumped into the sea of ​​clouds and returned to the central school building.

She flew through the sea of ​​clouds and sky under the moonlight, then folded her emerald green butterfly wings, her dress fluttering in the air, and slowly landed on the school building below.

With the arrival of winter, the apricot trees beside the school building have lost all their branches and leaves, and the school looks a bit bare. Only a few fir trees stand upright between the school buildings, blocking the view.

Before entering the school building, Loran Hill shook her clothes slightly to scatter a few snowflakes, and then walked into the slightly quiet dormitory building.

Since they had arrived early, the dormitory wasn't crowded, and many rooms were still dark. Loran Hill stroked the pinewood handrail as he walked up the stairs. The chandelier under the ceiling emitted a warm yellow light, but the air was still a little chilly.

Several senior students in white dresses walked in front, talking to each other about current affairs.

"It's colder this year than in previous years. Why do I feel that school is colder than my hometown even though I came here from the north?" A senior student complained in a low voice.

"Haha, you, a white-feathered raven, also get cold sometimes. That's really rare."

"That's normal, because the climate in Emenas is more humid, and it's located in the central part of the country, unlike Xiao Ai's hometown, which is in the southern islands. Even though it's humid, it's still warm." A knowledgeable classmate explained.

"If the air is humid, heat dissipates faster. The teacher said that."

"Well, Nongnong knows a lot."

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"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Are there any good programs for this year's Winter Festival Gala?"

"I'm not sure yet. This year, it's hosted by Senior Luvichi, one of the ten champions. She shouldn't be bad."

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Loran Hill turned a corner and walked into the corridor of her room. Just as she was about to push the door back, a familiar voice sounded beside her.

"Is that Luo Lan? How was your vacation?" There was a kind of intimacy in the voice. Luo Lan Hill turned around and saw that it was Bu Mansha. She was wearing a white cotton jacket and a thin brown leather belt around her waist. It looked well-fitting and simple.

"It was a wonderful vacation." Loran Hill recalled his recent experiences with a hint of sigh in his voice.

"Come and sit for a while. I'm the only one in our dormitory, and I feel quite lonely tonight."

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

After closing the door and lighting the candles, Bumansha first asked Loran Hill to sit at the table, and then brought out a plate of gingerbread men from the kitchen.

The color of gingerbread is similar to chocolate, relatively dark. The granular texture of the flour after baking can be clearly seen on the surface. The white frosting is used to embellish the patterns, and the shapes of little people are drawn, which look vivid and cute.

"Loran, try this. I made it at home and just heated it up a little bit." Bumansa recommended.

Luo Lanxier picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He first bit off a piece and then chewed it slowly. It was sweet with a hint of ginger, and the taste was very good. Unfortunately, Luo Lanxier didn't like ginger in his previous life, so his mood at the moment was a little complicated.

"Hmm, it's delicious." The girl then put the remaining gingerbread into her mouth and put down her hand.

"Then eat more." Bumansa pushed the plate over.

"No, no." The plate was pushed back.

"You're welcome, Loran. We are the only ones in the two dormitories who arrived early, and there's no one else here. It would be a waste if we don't eat it." Bumansha pushed the plate over again.

"Woo..." Loran Hill picked up another biscuit and chewed it in small bites.

Looking at Roland happily eating cookies, Bumansha put her hands on the table and talked about some past events.

"Actually, when I was little, I loved eating biscuits. However, my family wasn't well off, so I didn't have many opportunities to eat them. At that time, I always wished I could have all-you-can-eat biscuits."

"What happened next?" Loran Hill stopped and listened quietly to Bumansha's story.

"Later, my father became a gardener for a noble family, and life became much better. Unfortunately, my mother didn't give me much pocket money, so I was still greedy."

"So I learned to make snacks and biscuits by myself, and slowly I became good at it." Bumansa picked up a biscuit, broke it crisply, and then put part of it into her mouth.

"What are your plans for the future, Loran? As for me, I've always thought about opening a bakery or pastry shop in the future."

"Me?" Loran Hill fell into deep thought.

If I were to talk about my previous life, I did have an idea. That was to plant a fruit orchard. I would only be busy for a period of time each year, and the rest of the time I could rest, sit under the trees in the cool air, read a book, and wait for the sun to rise and the moon to set.

"I want to live a quiet life." Unfortunately, it is not easy. Loran Hill secretly added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

"What a great dream~" Bumansa praised while holding the biscuits.

"Huh?...Why do you say that?" Loran Hill was a little confused.

"Because it's Loran, if you can live a quiet life at home peacefully, it must be a peaceful and prosperous era." Bumansha said using oriental adjectives.

"No way, you make me sound like I'm going to save the world." Loran Hill shook his head, his long hair sliding across the fluff on the hood.

"That's just the kind of person that Luo Lan is. You have a lot of things to consider and care about," Bumansha continued.

"Other girls are all concerned about whether they look good today, whether they have fun, and whether they can find the perfect partner. But you rarely put any thought into these aspects. The same was true when you taught those boys in the first half of the year. Even though they weren't members of our club, you clearly remembered their strong and weak subjects and gave them targeted explanations."

"Not only that, you even care about their outlook on life, just like an old woman."

"No way~" Loran Hill shook his head quickly to hide his slightly shy expression, then stood up and pinched Bumansha's face to prevent her from continuing.

"Okay, I won't ask for it..." Bumansha held Loranhill's slightly cold little hand and took it away.

"However, if Roland can live a quiet and leisurely life, it will definitely be a beautiful world." Bumansha said quietly, the warm candlelight sprinkled on her golden hair, reflecting a faint glow.

"Why can Bumansha think so much? Maybe I just care about others a little bit, how could I think so far?" Loran Hill was still a little puzzled.

"There are many people who care about others, but due to their own limitations, they don't go too far and do things that they themselves cannot do. It's like a wheel that keeps spinning, but there will always be a moment when it hits a wall and stops."

"But you can really do what you want to do, and the wheel seems to keep turning forever."

"So, if you can be lazy, try to rest as much as possible, otherwise one day you will be exhausted." Bumansha picked up a piece of gingerbread and stuffed it into Loran Hill's mouth to stop him from arguing.

"Wuwu..."