In another dormitory, Sya began her recently frequent habit: staring out the window. What was different this time, however, was that she held several letters in her hand. She had intended to return these letters to him today, but somehow, by the time she returned to her dorm, the letters were still in her hand.

  Liking someone is their right, and a beautiful pursuit in their heart. Regardless of whether she likes him or not, she couldn’t be too cruel, could she? At the very least, she should leave them some hope. This was Sya’s answer to herself.

  The next day, another letter came: “Sya, it’s really strange. I thought I saw you yesterday. Is it because I like you so much that I even see you in my dreams?”

  A shy smile appeared on Sya’s lips. His gaze did indeed sweep over here, but only briefly; he probably didn’t notice her hidden in the room. But for him to say such a thing, could it be that he really liked her so much that he dreamed of her?

  Having entered a handsome guy’s dream, how would he treat her in it? Sya’s face flushed, and a sweet feeling unknowingly emerged in her heart.

  The subsequent love letters became somewhat more impassioned. Oddly enough, Sya didn’t reject his somewhat provocative love letters; instead, they increased her sense of sweetness. Night was her time to daydream alone, and during the day, her spirits were high. The sky was blue, the grass green, and the breeze soft. Everything was so beautiful, except for Nars’s frequent flirtations being somewhat annoying. Previously, she didn’t mind Nars’s gentlemanly invitations to go for a walk, but now, she began to avoid them. She even thought his gentlemanly smile seemed fake and vulgar!

  After much hesitation, she finally picked up a long bck cloth bag and, under the twilight of the night, gently knocked on Nars’s door. Nars opened the door, his gaze lingering on the long bck cloth bag, his smile still gentlemanly but now stiff.

  “Nars, this wand… I’m returning it to you!” Sya gently pced the cloth bag on the table.

  “Why?” Nars slowly asked, “Can you tell me why?”

  “It’s nothing much, just that I feel I shouldn’t casually accept such a precious gift from others!” said Sya. “Besides, I don’t need a wand at the academy.”

  “You might not need it at the academy, but you’ll definitely need it in the future!” Nars forced a smile. “Sya, take it back.”

  “Thank you! If I really need one in the future, my father will give me one. I know you… are very kind to me, but I can only say: I’m sorry! Goodbye!”

  Sya bowed slightly in politeness, turned, and left.

  “Wait!” A hand pressed down hard on her shoulder. “Sya, you can’t do this!” the voice was urgent.

  “Could you let go of your hand, please?” Sya’s voice was calm.

  The hand slowly retracted, and Sya stepped out the door. The cold wind blew, and Nars’s face turned ashen. This girl had rejected him. Although she had never shown any interest in him before, she had never explicitly rejected him either. They had walked together on campus, and in everyone’s eyes, she was Nars’s girlfriend. But today, she clearly rejected him, leaving no room for return. Why?

  With his status as a second-level magician and his family background, he should have been a suitable match for her. There weren’t many men who could match her status, and she should have been aware of this. Why then did she reject him so decisively today? Could it be that she had found a new target? That was the only possibility!

  Nars stared at the open door for a long time, not knowing how long he sat there, his gaze eventually filling with resentment!

  Finally stepping out of Nars’s dormitory building, Sya smiled in the night, a smile so rexed as if she had shed a heavy psychological burden. Walking towards her dormitory, her steps became lighter. What sweet nothings would his letter contain tomorrow? She didn’t know, but she knew that tonight, she could sleep with those thick love letters, wandering in her own pure and tranquil sea of heart.

  Liu Sen was still in the backyard. Now, his daily routine included two hours of training in the backyard, no more, no less. Today’s training involved two trees, but from the start, he felt the gap was somewhat rge. The falling leaves from both trees had to be pierced, a task distinctly different from piercing leaves falling from one tree twice. The difficulty more than doubled because there was about a ten-foot distance between the two trees.

  This ten-foot gap had to be crossed almost instantaneously, which wasn’t too difficult with his exceptionally fast movements, making the ten-foot distance virtually negligible. The challenge y in the whirlwind his body created at high speeds, which not only altered the trajectory of targets ahead but also the naturally forming whirlwind behind him could change the falling trajectory of the leaves, making each leaf’s fall unpredictable.

  Moreover, incorporating both trees meant that the area his steps covered more than doubled, and he had to constantly avoid the two tree trunks blocking his view.

  Though the moon was still bright above, providing some help, and the wind speed hadn’t changed much, the change in target made it feel like he was training in an impenetrable night under a howling wind, and the whirlwind created by his speedy movement was akin to a tornado.

  As a wind mage, the wind should have been his greatest ally, but at this moment, he realized it was also his greatest enemy!

  An hour ter, he felt the fatigue of his first training session, but the leaves mercilessly continued to fall. He didn’t know how many he had pierced, but he was aware he missed many. For the first time, he gained insight into combating the wind. When striking, his hand shaped like a cone to minimize wind resistance, accelerating suddenly when nearing the target to break through the wind barrier at his fingertips, using minimal wind noise for the final strike. This method was effective as it reduced the probability of leaves changing trajectory a second time, and cases of three trajectory changes were even less, with most strikes succeeding on the first attempt. Though efficiency greatly improved, Liu Sen slightly doubted if this was somewhat cheating.

  Soon, he convinced himself that if cheating led to success, it was also a skill level. If faced with a swordsmanship expert, their perception would be extremely strong, and sensitivity to wind noise very high, effectively reducing his own wind noise during strikes could be a weapon against them.

  Two hours passed quickly, and Liu Sen easily exited the circle of snakes, returning to his dormitory. Upon entering his room, he forced himself to take a bath before surrendering his tired body to the soft bed, and to the boundless sweetness of sleep. His body had a peculiar trait; no matter how tough the training, a good night's sleep restored everything, and the next day would be a fresh and comfortable dawn.

  Ten days passed, and Liu Sen felt his progress wasn’t significant, other than the reduced noise of his strikes. He could still only ensure that leaves from one tree were pierced without fail but couldn’t guarantee the same for two trees. He had trained with one tree for ten days, but two trees clearly couldn’t be mastered in the same time frame. Was this akin to magic? Initially, leveling up was easier, but it became increasingly difficult ter on?

  Or had the capabilities of the heat flow within him been almost fully developed, unable to create more miracles for him? He knew his speed was due to the heat flow within him. Without it ying the foundation, he wouldn’t have been able to take the first step, let alone progress.

  Today, there were no csses. He woke up on time in the morning, and as usual, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Bosti’s voice: “Liu Sen, wake up!” This was Bosti’s habit; as long as she was up, Liu Sen had no chance of sleeping.

  But today, Liu Sen simply didn’t get up, quietly staring at the ceiling. In a few days, outdoor training would begin. Could his skills ensure he was more than competent in the wilderness? He wasn’t sure, but he really wanted to try.