The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The fact that Rong Ling had awakened the water spell was soon known by the rest of the church.

This is not what Lois said, but Rong Ling himself would stand by the fountain every day in his spare time, practicing how to better manipulate the water element? Of course, this cannot be hidden from the eyes of other people in the church.

Since it was just the beginning and there was no guidance, sometimes Rong Ling would accidentally miss it and get wet all over himself.

But she was never discouraged, and continued the next day.

It's a pity that Lois has gone nowhere since the dinner party, so Rong Ling can only wait for her to come back before asking about enrolling in the Magic Academy.

"Don't worry, Lilian." April advised her, "I believe that your hard work will be seen by Saintess Lois. With her recommendation, it will be very logical for you to enter the Academy of Magic."

"Okay..." Rong Ling nodded.

"I didn't expect you, a child, to surprise people so much." April caressed the top of her head, "You know, there are only a few hundred people who have spells in the entire continent."

The population of La Continent is hundreds of millions. Rong Ling knew that there were very few people who could use spells, but he didn't expect it to be so few.

This naturally strengthened her determination to enter the Magic Academy.

More than a month later, Lois came back from out of town.

Long time no see, Rong Ling walked into Jiuyao and saw her sitting at the table reading some book.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the window, plating a layer of gold on Lois's already chiseled profile.

"Lilian..." Hearing her entering the room, Lois closed the book in her hand, looked down and pitied everyone, and her soft eyes fell on her, "Are you here?"

"Well, what did Lady Lois call me?"

"I heard from April that you have been practicing very hard recently?"

Lois said warmly, got up and walked slowly to Rong Ling.

Probably because Rong Ling hadn't had enough to eat since she was a child, she was not only a head shorter than Lois, her eyes were only at the level of her shoulders.

Standing opposite each other like this, Lois' shadow just covered Rong Ling's whole body, which made her feel a little oppressed.

"Lilian?" Seeing that she didn't make a sound, Lois asked again.

"Well, yes." Rong Ling pursed her lips, trying not to let herself be distracted.

"Now, then, show me."

This was the first time for Rong Ling to hear Lois speaking in a less than saintly tone. At this moment, she was more like a vaguely strict teacher.

Rong Ling didn't hesitate anymore, she was about to distance herself from Lois before making a move, but she stretched out her hand to hold her shoulder.

"There's no need to retreat..." Lois whispered, "That's it, attack me."

"But……"

The distance between people is only half a step, what if I accidentally hurt her.

"Don't worry, I won't get hurt." As if guessing what Rong Ling was worried about, Lois smiled and said.

Since it was the same, Rong Ling stopped being polite. She put all her mental energy on controlling the water element, raised her hand, and the released water droplets condensed into sharp blades, aiming at Lois's throat.

The water blade came fiercely, but Lois didn't even blink her eyes.

Seeing that the tip was about to pierce the skin of Lois' neck, she remained unmoved.

Rong Ling's pupils dilated slightly, and he could already imagine the scene of Lois being cut by himself.

However, in that extremely short moment, Lois didn't even move a finger, but the water column condensed into ice inch by inch and shattered to the ground.

With his palm full of icicles, Rong Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he heard Lois's voice above his head: "Lilian, you're not fast enough."

"Come again!"

Rong Ling refused to admit defeat, and even forgot to use a respectful tone to Lois.

However, although the danger is very close at hand, she still can't hurt Lois.

The manipulation of spells requires the mental power of the caster. In just half an hour, Rong Ling seemed to have been drained of all her strength. Her face was pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and only her eyes were still fiery red.

"Okay, you can stop." Lois' light golden eyes were calm, "I already know your level."

In her words, neither praise nor belittlement can be heard.

Rong Ling bit his lower lip tightly, refusing to let her see that he was weak.

Lois' eyes fell on the back of her hand: "Are you hurt?"

It was only then that Rong Ling noticed that the back of his hand was scratched by shattered ice slag at some point, and bright red blood oozes out.

It's really embarrassing. Even though I was the attacker, I became the injured one instead.

She hurriedly put her hands behind her back so that no one could see her.

However, Lois grabbed Rong Ling's wrist and held her hand gently.

Skin-to-skin contact, without any distracting thoughts, Lois healed the wound on Rong Ling's hand.

She continued: "Lilian, don't worry about your current level, you've already done a good job."

"Hmm..." Having said that, Rong Ling's brows were still somewhat annoyed.

"And..." Lois said, "Two months will be the start of the School of Magic. At that time, I will write a recommendation letter to the dean so that you can learn better."

"Really?" Rong Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked up at Lois.

Immediately, she probably realized how childish she was to ask the Holy Maiden who never breaks her promise.

She put away the excitement on her face.

Lois didn't seem to notice, and continued: "But before that, you can't stop practicing. Also, every time I return to the church, you must remember to come to me for training."

"Okay!" Rong Ling said, "Thank you Saint Lois."

With the guarantee from Lois, Rong Ling was even more motivated. He spent all his spare time every day not to mention practicing, and he kept asking the concierge Lois when the saint would come back, just like a crazy pursuer of the saint.

However, when it came time to fight Lois, Rong Ling could only think about defeating her.

Now, it was Bai Yelian's turn to become anxious: "Your mind is on the line, your relationship is not making any progress now."

Rong Ling was unmoved: "What's the rush, isn't it because I'm still young, it's not too late to think about it after a few years."

Now, Rong Ling is more interested in spells than getting the lotus from this world.

The thought of learning spells and killing monsters made her blood boil.

Two months later, school day finally arrived.

Rong Ling took the letter of recommendation from Lois, and accompanied by April to the Academy of Magic.

The location of the college is not far from the suburbs of Dehe City. Because of the financial support from the church and the king, it looks like a castle from a distance.

Today is the first day of school, and the gate of the college is extremely lively.

Rong Ling couldn't help but stop and looked around.

According to the regulations of Dehe City, in order not to disturb the common people, mages are not allowed to cast spells at will.

However, at this point, the regulations were lifted, and the academy in front of him became a world like a fairy tale.

Some people fly in the sky on a baby elephant, some sit on the back of a boa constrictor playing a flute, and some sit on flexible wooden vines twisted into chairs, and let the vines move forward instead of their legs.

In contrast, Rong Ling who came in a carriage was too simple.

"Let's go! Please let's go!" Suddenly an impatient voice came from behind, and Rong Ling subconsciously turned around.

I saw a boy wearing glasses riding on a broom, but he couldn't control its speed and direction, and it went on a rampage, knocking down several people in a row.

Seeing that he was about to bump into April and it was too late to avoid April, Rong Ling summoned the water element and formed a water film, which he stopped.

The boy was knocked to the ground by the water film, got up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body, and said, "Thank you, thank you, otherwise I would be in big trouble if I bumped into the dean's office all the way."

"you are welcome……"

Rong Ling turned around and was about to leave, but the boy caught up with him familiarly: "By the way, my name is Albert Blair, what is your name Cang Zhengjun?"

"Lilian..."

"Lilian? Are you new here too? Then we must be in the same class, because I heard that there is only one class in each grade." He chattered, "Also, your eyes are so beautiful, like a Wicked Witch..."

Rong Ling listened expressionlessly, then stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Albert asked, "Did I offend you? This beautiful lady."

"It's not because of this." Rong Ling frowned, and glanced to the right, "Are you sure you want to continue?"

Albert followed her gaze and realized that this was the entrance to the women's dormitory.

He suddenly blushed like an apple on a branch: "Hug, sorry, see you next time."

"See you next time..." For the sake of his sincerity, Rong Ling replied.

The college is short of people and not short of money. Every student is assigned a room to rest alone. When you open the curtains, you can see the river flowing quietly outside the window.

The sun shines on the water, sparkling.

After having lunch in the cafeteria with April, Rong Ling sent her to the school gate.

"Goodbye, my dear child." Her eyes were flushed, and she kissed Rong Ling's forehead, "From now on, everything depends on you, may God bless you."

"Well..." Rong Ling replied, "May God bless you forever in peace and health."

Under Bai Yelian's urging and reminder, Rong Ling said again: "By the way, please tell Saintess Lois, I will miss her."

At night, in the silent church.

The bell rang, and Lois put down the book in her hand as she quietly listened to April telling Rong Ling everything about the academy.

I don't know if it's because the lights are too dim, but her brows are not as bright and holy as before, but a bit of shadow that makes people unable to figure it out.

Lois smiled when she heard that Rong Ling let April say.

Not gentle, pure laughter.

Instead, there was a hint of ridicule and boredom: "What a funny little sparrow, isn't it?"

Different from the usual gentleness, Lois was old and tired, and she even casually perfunctory what she said to April: "Okay, I got it, you go down."

No one but her could have noticed that April walked away in perfect unison, like a well-designed wooden figure manipulated by invisible threads of silk.

And the silk thread at the other end was being wrapped around Lois' finger.