Blooming Tower of the West Wind

She giggles out loud, Hipper is so cute sometimes.

"This is a very serious accusation, but I hope that when others accuse me, they will also put forward a specific argumentation process and related solutions, otherwise I can only think it is an unwarranted accusation."

Theron said: "I don't mean to accuse you, but to offer a friendly opinion."

Hipper said: "Since you currently have only one reader, I hope you will value this reader."

Theron comforted gently: "If you feel offended, I can delete that paragraph to make your reading more comfortable."

"No, I've seen it, and I can't forget it."

"Oh...well, though, sir, I really didn't mean to." She finally put her head down, panicking to upset Hipper.

Hipper said, "No need to apologize, I didn't mean to make you feel bad from the morning on."

"No... I'm really sorry!"

Hipper leaned forward slightly, held Theron's hand, and said softly, "It's not that I can't accept accusations, on the contrary, I just want to accept accusations that are well-founded."

Theron was a little more courageous, raised his head, and said in a low voice—but he couldn’t hide his concern—“After reading the article, you should be able to agree with my main argument, right? Human bones have a very large degree of freedom. The big one is that the skeletal muscles pull them into a normal shape, if a certain piece or a few pieces of skeletal muscle are pulled and there is a disease, the human body will deviate from the normal shape."

"Yes, judging by my poor common sense of the human body, this sentence is roughly correct."

"Then, the amount of exercise most mages don't have is enough to maintain a muscle size comparable to that of melee occupations. Do you agree with this?"

"Actually... yes." Hipper couldn't deny that the biggest amount of daily exercise for her and her little apprentice was walking from the living room to the reception room downstairs and back up again.And most melee professionals maintain at least two hours of strenuous exercise every day.

The report was due by Tuesday, and Hipper carried the blackboard into the living room for her, looking down at a few pages while Theron drew on the blackboard.

She newly bought a collection of Gugboren's poems. The author is a female poet who has long been dubbed "vulgar". new theme.

Theron coughed, and took out an ocher-colored staff—hipper's childhood thing, which was placed under the closet. She hadn't used this kind of gadget to assist spellcasting since she entered the Mage Tower. Still out of an old suitcase.

"This is what I called the 'normal state' in the last assignment. In the 'normal state', the muscle tissue marked with a slash in the picture is in a state of contraction." She pointed at the blackboard with her staff. picture.Hipper can be sure that she has learned her stance and demeanor from her, maybe she has long been looking forward to standing in front of the podium.Children like to imitate what adults do. Even the Archmage played house and the like as a child, and Theron had to imitate her.

"Is that right?"

Theron nodded confidently, and his arrogant expression was exactly the same as that of the archmage, "You can touch your back, but I guess the muscles there are very thin."

Yes, she touched it last week when she hugged the Archmage tightly and tried to save her from running straight into the wall.

Hipper stretched his hands behind his back and felt the muscles around his shoulder blades, "Well... it's a bit vague, but I can feel that it is contracted." The archmage also tried to answer fairly and objectively, and at the same time persuaded himself in his heart: all All mages are like this. This is an occupational disease of mages, and of course it is also an honor.

But she also understands that many people do not hesitate to become liches because of their lumbar spine, shoulder and neck problems.The book in which it was mentioned--the work of the elven scholar she was very fond of--was kept in her own notebook holder, so that Theron missed the argument.

"So when you lower your head to write for a long time, this long strip of muscles that seems to be a strange tentacle that grabs the spine and ribs is stretched for a long time."

Theron pointed at the blackboard, and stared at Hipper seriously with emerald green eyes, as the archmage often did to her, meaning: Do you understand?

She suddenly found it very interesting and nodded quickly.

Theron also nodded in satisfaction, Hipper couldn't help smiling, and Theron asked vigilantly, "Teacher, what did I say wrong?"

"No, no, why do you ask?"

"You laugh so hard I don't know what to do."

"No no no, on the contrary, I am very happy with your form, you look confident, which is good."

"Muscles cannot stay in the same state for a long time, so first of all, you need to get up and move with me after every class."

"Ah, that's no problem."

"Also, I think we all need to strengthen the muscles of the lower back. I studied those books and extracted some practices, which I wrote in the appendix."

Hipper quickly flipped through a few pages of paper in her hand. There were many pictures and texts, and it could be seen that her little apprentice drew very carefully.Hipper raised his head and asked: "First of all, I am a mage, and I have been a mage since I was a child. I didn't become a monk halfway. I can't imagine these actions at all. What about you? Can you guarantee that your understanding is correct?"

Theron choked, and stammered, "I think I . . . maybe?"

After she finished speaking, she regretted it. She should be more confident and confident. At least it would take more time for Hipper to debunk her, instead of losing the first round like this.

Hipper smiled softly, "I also heard that wrong exercise posture can hurt the practitioner? I'm still conservative about using the body."

Theron puffed up his face, "Do you really want to do any exercise?"

"Oh, not all. But I also hope you don't use this method to change the subject. If you can't confirm that it works, then I refuse to practice."

Hipper's eyes were playful, and she easily detected her flaws. Theron stood dejectedly. She knew that she couldn't prove it. There is no tangible evidence that it works."

"What's the matter? Is this admitting defeat?"

Theron said angrily: "I can't quantify this data, and you certainly won't admit it."

"Oh, my little beast, of course."

Seeing her calm look, Theron felt a little uncomfortable. Hippo didn't seem to like her offering something like a treasure, and she couldn't persuade Hippo, because she could defeat herself with just one blow.

"Oh..." She suddenly lost all her momentum, like a puppy that has just been drenched in water, drooping ears that have not yet grown up, and even losing the agility in her clear eyes, slowly Put away the blackboard and handouts.

"Theron." Hipper called to her.

"teacher……"

"Sit down."

Theron walked over sleepily and sat down beside Hipper.

"I think you forgot an important thing. In some kind of suppressed situation."

"...what is it?"

"I question you, should I?"

Theron's emerald green eyes suddenly recovered, "Should... prove me wrong? Instead of me proving myself right?"

"It seems that you haven't forgotten yet?" The archmage half-closed his eyes and spread his hands.

Theron wanted to laugh, but tears suddenly fell out. The archmage quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it off for her.She hardly used this handkerchief herself, and wiping Theron's tears became one of its most frequent uses.

"I... I always forget something so basic..." And always so weak.

"Do you remember now?"

"Remember...remember...but..." You let me.

As if seeing through her mind, Hipper said softly: "You are my student, of course I have to teach you. It is not a shame to be defeated by me."

Theron's mood seems to have calmed down a bit. She raised her tear-stained face and said confidently: "So, teacher, why don't you prove that it is invalid with your own body?"

Hipper narrowed her eyes, the sentence was full of flaws, but between "refute her and continue to watch her cry" and "shut up and satisfy her little cunning thoughts", she still chose to shut up.

"Well, I will prove that she is invalid, but you have to accompany me. If my proof fails, you can also avoid the pain in the shoulder, neck and lumbar spine from the beginning."

"That means you do have shoulder, neck and lumbar pain?"

Hipper shrugged noncommittally.

The falsification test started the next day, but Hipper was not used to it.

"This movement is too shameful, are you sure they used such a shameful movement to exercise?"

"Yes, I'm sure, it's all drawn on their map."

They were discussing an exercise for exercising the scapular muscles. There was no suitable equipment at home. The archmage held Theron's hand, fixed his feet, and slowly fell backwards, then pulled Theron up slowly.

The archmage persisted eight times, fine beads of sweat already appeared on the tip of his nose.

"Are you sure? God, to be so close to people?"

Theron has grown very fast in recent days. The 12-year-old child is almost at the tip of her nose. She takes Theron's hand and slowly pulls herself up, getting closer and closer to the pair of clear green eyes.So much so that she could smell the faint milky aroma of the child, as well as a very complex mixture of spices from the clothes, parchment from the library, and so on.

It was so special that the archmage must have used his own memory to pick her out from a group of people just by smell.

She also looked more and more beautiful, her face slowly stretched out from a small ball, delicate and delicate, like a classical painting of a maid.Generally speaking, if a little girl grows up like this, she must be well-loved in an ordinary family, and she may have been arrogant and arrogant for a long time, but in Aymecortes, all of this is meaningless.