Tears fell involuntarily from Tasia's eyes.
"Huh -" Chris said in surprise, "Tasia? Why are you crying..."
She quickly took out a clean handkerchief and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks for Tasia.
Realizing that she had shed tears, Tasia reached out to wipe them away in a panic, feeling very embarrassed.
"Yes, I'm sorry...I, I was just too touched."
However, no matter how hard I wipe it, I can’t finish it.
She covered her eyes shyly. "But...it's been great getting to know you all."
Except for my mother, no one has ever been so kind to me...
"Fool, you don't need to apologize for this kind of thing." Chris sighed and held Tasia in her arms.
Wayne standing aside had his eyes green.
Why does it become like this...
For the first time, I have someone I like and a lifelong best friend. The two joys overlap each other, and this double joy brings more and more joy.
We should have had a dreamlike happy time, but why did it become like this...
He shook his head to erase those messy thoughts.
"Ahem..." After coughing twice, Wayne opened his hands and pretended to hug him.
Before she could fully appreciate the soft feeling, Chris pinched her waist hard.
"Wayne, what are you doing?!"
Wayne immediately raised his hands and said innocently: "I just want to comfort you, nothing else."
"Ha." Chris smiled coldly, seemingly not believing what he said.
Wayne could only helplessly cover his lower back and retreat obediently.
It's probably because his recent actions have gone too far, and his trust has been seriously overdrawn.
It's better to leave some space for her.
Seeing the humorous interaction between the two of them, Tasia finally couldn't help it and burst into laughter.
…
At noon, everyone had a super spicy hot pot together.
While Chris was pouring ice water like crazy, she boasted: "How's it going? Tasia, I dare say there is no restaurant outside that serves more authentic hot pot than mine!"
...It is indeed a Sichuan style hot pot with a very mellow taste.
Even if it is too authentic, the consequences of diarrhea will be equally authentic.
Wayne frowned and stared at the fat beef rolls stained with red oil on his chopsticks.
This chopstick was also "invented" by Chris to better eat hot pot, but Tasia obviously didn't know how to use it, so Chris used the public chopsticks to put it into her bowl first, and then she used the fork. Eat it in your mouth.
Why! Even I have never enjoyed the joy of being fed!
Full of resentment, Wayne took big bites of the meat and chewed it with a look of grief and indignation.
"Huh~huh~ It's really spicy..." Tasia kept sticking out her little tongue and gasping, and her eyes filled with tears again. "But...it's surprisingly delicious..."
"That's right! The hotter the hot pot, the more enjoyable it will be!" As she said this, Chris drank a large glass of ice water.
...If you can put down the water glass, I will respect you as a female man.
Wayne suddenly remembered the strange knowledge he learned in his previous life.
Spicy is not a sense of taste, but a sense of pain.
Therefore, people who like spicy food are more or less prone to eating spicy food.
"Chris." Tasia's eyes were filled with tears and she hesitated to speak. "I……"
"Want to go to the bathroom? I'll take you there!" Chris said enthusiastically.
"Pfft -" Wayne spurted out the sip of water he had just drank. He hurriedly picked up the wet towel prepared by the maids and wiped his mouth.
"...No, it's not." Tasia smiled horribly, "I just wanted to ask if I could... use my light magic to reduce the heat?"
Wayne:! ! !
Chrissy:? ? ?
"Can light magic reduce the heat?" Chris seemed to have heard some incomprehensible knowledge.
"...I think so, Chris, do you want to try it?"
Tasia chuckled and said: "In the past, every time I ate snacks that were too spicy and delicious, I would secretly use light magic on myself, so that I could eat them without any worries."
Hearing this, Chrissy stretched out her fair and delicate arms very simply.
"Please give me one, thank you."
A soft light appeared, and Chrissy trembled all over, with a suspicious flush on her face.
Wayne stared at Chris fearfully.
Chrissy suddenly slapped the bowl and chopsticks and stood up.
"Tasia!" she shouted, "come to my house to eat hot pot every week... no, every day from now on!"
"Huh?" Tasia had a confused expression on her face.
Wayne couldn't sit still anymore and forced her back to her seat.
"Chris! Don't make such presumptuous requests to others! Have you started to itch again because you haven't been taught a lesson by your mother recently?"
Captured by Ashwell's coercion, Chris cried out in frustration.
"Do you want it too, Classmate Wayne?" Tasia asked, tilting her head slightly.
"want!"
Wayne answered without hesitation.
Ah~ Tasia is such an angel!
Sighing like this, he stretched out his hand.
Tasia gently placed her palm about an inch away from Wayne's forearm, and a ball of holy light emerged.
Ice cold.
And warm.
A strange feeling spread throughout the body at an extremely fast speed from the place where the light came into contact.
Wayne couldn't help but shudder.
In an instant, his ears turned red visibly.
Tasia was unaware of his reaction and raised her hand to throw a ball of light to herself, as easily as if she had just eaten a jelly bean.
"My light magic is very effective for these minor physical discomforts!" Tasia said happily.
Yes, even I never thought that the magic of light could become a hot pot companion when I was watching animation in my previous life. It’s such a magical combination.
Wayne calmed down and sat back in his seat.
"It is indeed a powerful and mysterious light magic!" He praised. "If you practice to a more advanced level, you might be able to achieve miraculous healing effects."
Tasia nodded, "Legend has it that a senior with light magic once appeared on the continent and could even regenerate severed limbs."
Thinking of the information she had learned before, she couldn't help but feel fascinated.
"I must become a powerful enough magician." Tasia held a fork in one hand and clenched a fist with the other.
His eyes were full of fighting spirit.
——At least enough to treat the mother's terminal illness.
"By the way." Wayne asked suddenly as if he remembered something, "Tasia, have you ever dealt with His Highness Lawrence?"
Tasia was startled, "I said a few words."
Without waiting for him to ask any more questions, she took the initiative to describe the scene at that time:
"Yesterday after I finished my part-time job in the library, I passed by the music classroom on my way back to class, and His Highness Lawrence happened to be playing the piano inside..."
"At that time, I just glanced at it and left, but His Highness Lawrence suddenly chased me out and asked me how the music he played was like."
"Yeah." Wayne and Chris looked at each other.
"So I told him that I didn't understand music, and I didn't listen carefully when I passed by just now." Tasia continued, "As a result, Prince Lawrence seemed very angry."
"Then what?" Wayne asked.
"…Then, there is no more."
