The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

"Congratulations, you are adults!" Amisha smiled and blessed them: "I hope you will have the ability to survive independently in the future, live freely and forever according to your own wishes!"

At this point, she suddenly curled her lips: "Goodbye~"

"Hmm?"

The witches were imagining the future with Ms. Amisha's blessing, and suddenly they were alerted by her meaningful goodbye.

But before they could react, they felt a heavy push on their buttocks.

They stood facing the long table, and behind them were high-backed chairs that had been moved away. Who would be on guard against their backs!

Moran hurriedly looked back and saw Ms. Amisha on her chair smiling and retracting her hand: "Goodbye! Moran!"

That was the guardian dean who had been guarding her for five years.

No, who wants to say goodbye in this way!

But Moran had no time to protest. A black hole portal had appeared in front of her and the other witches, and they were caught very accurately.

Amisha, who was sitting at the main seat, patted the non-existent dust on her hands: "Another batch of little witches have been safely sent away! I am one step closer to leaving office!"

"Zhizhi?" A little silver-haired monkey emerged from under the table.

"Huh? You were left behind?" Ms. Amisha looked to the left: "No. 69!"

No. 69 Amisha grabbed Zhizhi and threw Zhizhi into the portal.

The other guardian witches also dragged out large and small animal skin bags from under the table and behind the chairs and threw them into the portal hole beside the table.

"Okay! Now it's done! I'm going back to sleep, you guys take a rest and prepare to welcome the next batch of little witches!" Ms. Amisha, who was sitting at the main seat, closed the external portal and left in a flash.

At the same time, the witches who were pushed into the portal experienced the familiar feeling of turning into a piece of paper, being squeezed and rolled around in the "wastebasket"!

Before thinking too much, they felt like they were vomited out.

While secretly cursing Ms. Amisha for being unreliable, Moran immediately used a feather fall spell on herself to slow down her falling speed.

With Ms. Amisha's character, she would never let them land smoothly.

The feather fall spell took effect, and Moran had time to stabilize her body during the fall.

After she saw the surrounding situation clearly, she couldn't help but look up, and the teleportation black hole had not disappeared.

She really had the urge to take out the flying broom immediately and go back to the cave!

"Moran!" A red-haired witch in the crowd waved excitedly at her.

"Hahaha! She is Master Moran! So cute! She doesn't look like a goblin witch at all!"

"Shh! The clan hasn't removed the witch protection order yet, so the witch's name cannot be disclosed! Calling her master has the risk of disclosure, so just call her Little Moran!"

"You are so small, why do you call her Little Moran? And there are no foreigners on Chunjian Island! Why do you need to worry about disclosure?"

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not very short!"

"Do you think I will be lucky enough to draw a super valuable card if I hug Master Moran now?"

...

Moran looked at the crowded island below. The island was full of witches, and only the stretch of grass where the teleportation black hole appeared was empty.

The grass was surrounded by witches, at least hundreds of people.

Obviously, this place was left empty for them.

Moran wanted to teleport away now to avoid this scene of imminent social death, but there was nowhere to run.

He cursed Ms. Amisha a hundred times in his heart again.

The newly graduated witches were spit out by the black hole like dumplings. Although it was not as uncomfortable as the first time they were teleported five years ago, their landing postures were still not pretty.

After seeing the awkward landing postures of her friends, Moran suddenly felt much better.

As one of the people being watched, her reaction was fast enough. At least she landed steadily and slowly on both feet.

She was relieved that she was not the only one who was socially dead.

Maybe this is the crowd effect!

Just as Moran nodded to the strange witches who kept greeting her in the crowd and maintained her good witch's manners, she suddenly heard a "squeak" above her head.

Moran finally remembered Zhizhi who was still drinking under the table in the college auditorium and looked up.

As a result, the plump and round little monkey she raised by her own hands hugged her head, and his hat was crooked.

"Zhizhizhizhizhizhi!" Master, how did you leave me behind!

Moran quickly took Zhizhi down and used telepathy to comfort it, saying, "I didn't leave you behind on purpose. It was the dean who pushed me too suddenly!"

"What? Your dean pushed with her hands? Was it only the hateful Ms. Garcia who kicked with her feet?"

In the crowd, an older witch wearing a dark-style witch robe and holding a crystal skull crystal ball scolded.

"Ms. Fatima, how many years have you not been back? You probably don't know yet! After Ms. Yulia brought back the Life Weaving Technique from the other world, the little witches would receive the dead witch robes given by the deceased witches when they graduated. Since then, it has become unpopular for the deans to kick with their feet!" another witch explained.

Moran: "..."

After all this time, is this also a witch tradition?

Why do witches have so many weird social death traditions?

She touched the robe on her body. Thanks to it, she didn't get kicked before graduation!

Because of the disturbance from Zhizhi, Moran's hat became askew, and the witch image she had been trying so hard to maintain was broken, and she relaxed instead.

As all the witches landed, the onlookers gradually dispersed: "See you at the bonfire market!"

Moran spotted a red-haired senior who had been shouting the witches' names diligently (with evil intentions) in the crowd, and pulled her over and covered her mouth: "Shut up!"

"Mmm!" Lilith tried to pry her hands away, but found that she couldn't, and said vaguely: "Moran! I haven't seen you for a year, and you've become stronger! You must have used a lot of Vasida's {Food Tonic Card}!"

"If I don't replenish my body, how can I control you, senior sister?" Moran said.

Since Vasida's {Food Tonic Card} was put on the shelf, she has not missed a meal.

Her physical fitness is not as good as Vasida, but it is far better than the witches who use {Food Tonic Card} less frequently than her.

"Okay, okay! I was wrong, isn't it okay!" Lilith surrendered.

Moran then let her go.

"I'm not the only one who knows you in the crowd. Many of the witches who graduated in the past few years are still staying in the witch town to prepare. They are all here today. If I don't shout, they will shout. After all, everyone has come this way." Lilith said.

Moran knew that what the senior said was true, but who told her that she only caught the senior!

The college chapter ends here, and the next is the happy adventure of Valen for the witch team!

The new map is written slowly during the transition period, and the second chapter may not be finished today. Please forgive me. Starting from tomorrow, the manuscript for the New Year may be saved, and the update time may be adjusted, which should be earlier than usual.

The starting point of the Valen chapter will start soon-Witch Town. Everyone look forward to it!