Chapter 844 The Gods' Game: Card Swap 88
By the end of June, Yu Xunge was able to keep all the cursed bells on his body silent no matter how intense the battle was.
It's that time of year again for the Gods' Game.
On the eve of Winter Veil, Yu Xunge rushed home and had dinner with Zhu Ri Aihao. The teachers of Wuren Fengtang and the others were also in Draenor, and everyone went to see their teachers.
Knowing that the Summer Snowman she had given to Wailing was already used up, she took out Winter Snowman after dinner and made a new one for Wailing.
Wailing wasn't too satisfied after getting the little snowman. She said, "After all this time, I can still only revert to the previous save 7 times?"
The little snowman in front of her was extremely exquisite; even though it was made entirely of white snow, you could tell that it was a wailing figure.
She was wailing about what she looked like today, but her face still held a satisfied smile after eating delicious food. Even the patterns on her clothes were reproduced by Xun Ge.
Yu Xunge pursed her lips and did not refute. Her little snowman had indeed been stuck for a long time.
She hasn't dared to bring out the winter snow for practice in Sivana's class lately; she's like a student who simply wants to learn to paint, just burying herself in her work.
I draw the blue planet, the faces of my loved ones whose features are already starting to blur, I draw Caladom, I draw the Moonlit Wetlands, I draw the Blues, I draw the Cherokee worm and the howl, I draw my good friends, I draw my teacher Shyvana, my teacher Tenhu Haoqi, and occasionally I draw wrong answers and the clouds and wind above the treetops...
But what she painted most often was the sun.
She painted the Sun Chaser, crouching down on the streets of Karadom, laughing and deceiving them; the Sun Chaser, placing his longsword on her shoulder by the fire; the Sun Chaser, throwing her into the arena without looking back; the Sun Chaser, bending down to ask her if she hated him…
And, that day, standing on the ice field, asking myself, "What were you thinking just now?"
The expression on Zhu Ri's face that day kept replaying in her mind.
She looked at the painting for a very long time after she finished it, and Sivana, who had been standing next to her watching her finish the painting, also looked at it for a long time.
She suddenly looked at Zhu Ri and asked, "Do you still want the little snowman?"
Daily: "Don't use servers with fewer than 7 rollbacks."
After refreshing the skill's cooldown with [School Rule No. 710], Yu Xunge silently took out a snowball from her schoolbag, scooped out a clump of winter snow, and began crafting the Sun Chaser.
The man who stood with his arms crossed on the ice field, his long snow-covered cloak fluttering in the air, seemed as if a breeze had risen inside the room.
This was the best snowman she had ever made, but she could still only rewind seven times.
She silently picked up the little snowman, pausing for a few seconds, but didn't wait for Zhu Ri to take it away...
After confirming that Zhu Ri really didn't want the snowman, she smashed the little snowman into pieces.
Wailing, she patted her chest and said to Zhu Ri with lingering fear, "I almost thought you were going to snatch that little snowman away before she destroyed it, and then comfort her, encourage her, or even call her baby."
"If you can't beat them, join them," she sighed, then said nervously, "...I almost did that, but I held back."
At this point, she looked at her apprentice and said with an apologetic expression, "You won't cry because of your teacher's indifference, will you?"
Yu Xunge took several deep breaths, her face tense as she forked several pieces of meat onto her fork, determined not to say a word to them from now on!
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After the Winter Veil festival, Yu Xunge returned to the tree tower in Moonlight Wetlands, waiting for Cuo Da to lead them to Dalaran.
The God Games of Astrana in 171 will be held at the Golden Hills.
After the Gods Game ended last year, the three cards were shuffled in the air and flew to the principal's office in Golden Hills. They would fly out the moment the Gods Game started.
When they gathered, Yu Xunge and Fei'e had a heated discussion about "if all the audience and teachers and students went to another place to wait for the competition, would Card suspect that it had gone to the wrong place and eventually take the initiative to find the audience and contestants?"
Accompanied by the motorcycle's nonsensical remarks such as "Huh?", "Hmm!", "That makes sense, that makes sense.", and "Really?".
After listening for a while, Maple Syrup felt like her brain was about to explode. She said to Mist Blade, "I was actually worried that she would be nervous."
Mistblade: "Hmm."
Maple Syrup: "...You're not nervous, are you?!"
Mistblade: "No way, how could that be?"
Maple Syrup: "Hmm..."
Mistblade: "I was just thinking about what I would do if I failed."
Yu Xunge immediately abandoned the fat goose and the motorcycle and came over, saying, "Is Arcane magic fierce?"
“She’s not fierce; she’s the gentlest person I’ve ever met in terms of speech and actions,” Mistblade explained for his teacher. “It’s mainly because her other students are so outstanding that I feel a lot of pressure.”
Other students? Yu Xunge only heard one wail: "Who are they?"
“Wail.” Mistblade gave Xun Ge a strange look, clearly also wondering what generation they belonged to, and then read out a few more names, “And Cuoda, Huangjin, Bourne, Rongshan.”
Yu Xunge, Maple Syrup, and Fat Goose all fell silent.
Even the motorcycle driver, unusually, didn't respond.
After a long while, Yu Xunge asked sincerely, "How have you been able to eat these past few days?"
Fogblade: "..." She became even more nervous.
Maple Syrup wondered, if her teacher and Mist Blade were from the same school, what would her relationship with Mist Blade be?
If her teacher and Xun Ge's teacher's teacher were from the same school, then what is her relationship with Xun Ge?
As they were talking, the wrong answer arrived. Without any visible movement from Him, a huge golden teleportation array lit up beneath the feet of the assembled apprentices.
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves directly in the rest area that the Golden Hills had prepared for other school participants—a series of white cabins built on the hills.
This is the apprentice dormitory in Golden Hills, where a special area has been set aside for participants from other colleges to rest.
The space inside has been temporarily enchanted with spatial magic, so the small hut that used to house only one apprentice can now accommodate thousands of people temporarily.
On the roof of the hut, a white windmill several times the size of the hut slowly turns, blessing the entire Golden Hills. It is said that apprentices who study in the Golden Hills become more intelligent.
Just as Ashvalley gets its name from being shrouded in thick fog most of the time, Golden Hills is named so because it is not only hilly, but also covered with a golden potion ingredient called "Golden Poring".
When the wind blows, large swathes of golden polka dots undulate like ocean waves.
No special fertilization or cultivation is needed; simply sow the seeds of Kimberley on the day of the Harvest Festival in March each year.
This is a magical place, where the laughter of the creatures living and learning here is the best nourishment for the growth of the Kimpoli.
Sadly, the fog in Ashenvale is completely useless, but the Golden Hills' [Golden Poring] can be sold for 10 gold coins per 100 grams.
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