Willett opened his eyes and woke up mostly because the light that came into his eyes through the clear window was morning light, and a new day had arrived.

A furry flesh ball came closer, and then, a cat with a cool middle-parted shape suddenly stretched out its face... Willett blinked his ice-blue eyes, and his sleepy spirit seemed to be awake.

Slightly, the sleepiness dissipated a little.

The awakened Magic Guild Master has no intention of continuing to stay in bed, and has never had the habit of staying in bed. Even after the accident in the guardian assessment, he has always been prone to dozing off.

This situation may last for quite some time.

Therefore, in order to maintain a good mental state, the president, who rarely drank magic coffee, developed the habit of drinking a cup of bitter coffee every day during this period.

No added sugar.

Moreover, she herself found that the stronger and more bitter the taste of coffee, the more it satisfied the needs of her taste buds. Regarding the fact that the taste seemed to be gradually getting heavier, Willet decided to quit decisively when she recovered.

When Alice stood up, her pet cat suddenly jumped to the opposite side, as agile as a rabbit being chased by prey.

Willett's eyes followed him subconsciously. The cat jumped onto Alice's bed, turned its head and meowed at Willett.

Except for the meowing Milk Zhongfen, the blond companion who, like me, has been feeling sleepy and in low spirits recently, did not fall on the bed and fell asleep. The quilt had been folded, and although it was not a standard piece of tofu, it still looked good.

You can get through it if you don't count the small hole drilled by a certain cat.

The person on the bed disappeared somewhere. Willett got dressed and got out of bed, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a note on his study table.

Looking at the handwriting on the note, Willett was sure that it was left by Alice and placed in a conspicuous place so that it could be easily seen by her.

Because, regardless of whether he is on vacation or not, Willett has the habit of checking his study desk before traveling to prevent last night's homework from being forgotten in the dormitory for various reasons, or official documents from the Magic Society.

Although Willett's memory is quite good and he can easily identify many people's notes, Alice still wrote her name on the note:

I have some things to deal with, so I can't accompany you to the Magic Restaurant. Remember to wake Dolores up when you go out, otherwise she will stay in bed until the sun goes down. Thank you, President!

Your best friend Alice stays

The handwriting seemed a little hasty. Willett rubbed his eyes, which were filled with sleepiness again. His ice-blue eyes seemed to be slightly misty. Brenda stretched out her white palm to cover her mouth and yawned.

Are you going to act alone again?

Willet thought to himself, his eyes stayed on the "best friend" on the note, stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked it from left to right, his ice blue eyes seemed to be filled with morning light.

Warm and quiet.

"I haven't finished my homework! Tutor, I was wrong! Don't snatch my strawberry cake!!"

Dolores, who seemed to have slept to death on the bed, suddenly sat up from her dream, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly. There was no trace of sleepiness in her pair of pale pink eyes, and she stared straight ahead, as if out of her mind.

Flying outside.

How much of a psychological shadow does this have to have, to dream about being punished by the summoning instructor? However, Dolores woke up from her sleep, although she looked like a dull teddy bear with dull eyes... But this

There shouldn’t be any need to wake up again?

While Willett was thinking about this issue.

Our little Dolores is moving, her head is slowly and firmly pointing downwards...and then she is struggling to raise her head, but the sleepiness comes so beautifully, her waking consciousness is shaken, and she wants to

Falling into the embrace of dreamland...

Seeing Dolores peck at the rice and fighting with sleepiness, Willett pursed his pale lips, seeming to be thinking about some multiple-choice question.

Then, the ice girl made the final decision and took out a slender, familiar black wand from her sleeve. The corners of her lips raised slightly, and a low-pitched ice chant came from her mouth.

Mysterious magic swirled around the wand, and the blue magic flowed and floated like a shrinking galaxy, as Willet's wand pointed forward.

...The faint blue stars floated out lightly, flew onto Dolores' bed, and then flew to the roof. Suddenly they expanded and bloomed like popcorn, turning into snowflakes with exquisite shapes.

A flurry of dust fell on Dolores.

The pink-haired girl who was dozing suddenly felt something was wrong: Why is it so cold?

The instinct of fearing the cold made her subconsciously cross her arms with her chest. When her nose got cold, she sneezed loudly. Her whole body trembled and she opened her eyes blankly. She looked at the snowflakes flying around her and felt a little insane for a moment.

...is it snowing?

...It’s actually snowing in the dormitory?!

"Get up when you wake up. Alice asked me to call you. I'm going out."

Willett said this, suppressing the slightly raised corners of his mouth, lowering his head and putting away his wand. Although he felt that there was something wrong with this method of waking up, it was very effective.

You know, Willett doesn't like physical contact and has no experience in this area. Alice had always called Dolores before, so she came up with this method that she thought was more convenient and effective.

"Ah homework, I haven't finished my homework yet, wow, three times the homework!"

Dolores grabbed her head with both hands and let out a dragon-like roar of pain, and then a hunger alarm sounded in her stomach without any warning:

"Gulu! Gulu! Gulu!"

"Ah, it's so embarrassing. Wait a minute, Brenda, don't leave yet!"

Dolores made a persistent pleading sound like a pursuer, stretched out her hand to grab him from the air, as if she could keep him. In fact, if she had this time, she could have run out of bed and grabbed Willet. But! It's a pity that she

There was nothing she could do about it. The gravity of the bed was too great and her legs felt weak. To be honest, it was a bit hard to say:

Just too lazy to move.

The president stopped when he heard the sound, stood at the door and turned his head, looking at Dolores, who was sleeping with a head of pink hair, and his eyes seemed to be asking what was going on.

"That's like this..." Dolores became shy again. Looking at Willet's expressionless face, she cautiously asked, "Can you bring me a breakfast?"

However, the president, who did not understand the charm, just blinked his ice-blue eyes, and in Dolores's shy and expectant gaze, his thin lips parted slightly:

"Go by yourself."

The illusion of breakfast being delivered to her door was shattered in an instant. Dolores collapsed on her back on the bed, only to suddenly sit up with a yell:

"So wet!"

It was the snow that fell on the bed and melted when Willett cast Snowflake, making it impossible to sleep!

"I'm going out. Come on."

Willett lowered his eyelashes to hide his expression, raised his hand as a sign of courtesy, then closed the door with a "snap" amidst Dolores's wailing, and left Dormitory 608.

"Should I buy a waterproof bed?"
Chapter completed!