The cheerful weekend for Tunzuo was like a sugar cube thrown into warm water—sweet, lazy, and melting away without her even noticing it.
In just two days of the weekend, Tunzuo perfectly embodied what it meant to “raise a little pig, witch edition.”
Aside from going downstairs to eat when necessary, she devoted seventy percent of her day to the soft bed in her bedroom.
When she occasionally woke up, she would collapse on the bed, scroll through the magic network, watch funny videos and witch gossip, or browse the online shopping mall for those expensive but impractical decorations.
When hunger struck, she would climb out of bed, grab snacks from her storage ring, or go downstairs to forage in the kitchen fridge.
After eating and drinking, she’d lie back down to bask in the sun.
In short, life was blissfully carefree.
The lazy, comfortable, and stress-free daily routine made Tunzuo feel like her slacker tendencies were reaching new heights of sublimation.
But joyful times are always fleeting, like fine sand slipping through your fingers—no matter how hard you try to hold on, it just slips away.
When the harsh alarm clock rang on Monday morning, Tunzuo’s leisurely weekend came to a definitive end.
“Ugh… I don’t want to get up…”
Tunzuo buried her head in the pillow, letting out a pained groan, wriggling on the bed like a caterpillar, trying to escape school through this childish tactic.
But reality was cruel.
As a young witch who hadn’t yet graduated from the Witch Academy, Tunzuo ultimately, under the pressure of academics and the relentless urging of An Lin, reluctantly crawled out of bed.
Washing up, changing clothes, eating breakfast, going to school.
Tunzuo yawned, the entire witch in a half-asleep, half-awake daze, her steps unsteady as she floated like a lonely ghost toward the classroom designated for the Summoning School’s specialized theory course.
Sally and Huli walked alongside Tunzuo on the way.
They carried their backpacks, excitedly guessing about the contents of the specialized theory course, completely lacking Tunzuo’s painful back-to-school mood.
As for Olivia, that degenerate golden dragon, she was rarely not by Tunzuo’s side today.
According to Olivia herself, she had some things to take care of, so she wouldn’t be accompanying Tunzuo to the new classroom.
This gave Tunzuo some rare, quiet personal space.
Over the weekend, Tunzuo, Sally, and Huli had submitted their course selections to Teacher Sherry.
Since their elective schools differed, they had to split up and go to different classrooms.
Sally had chosen the War Magic School and had to go to the combat training grounds, full of the clanging of metal.
Huli had chosen the Elemental School and had to go to the elemental building that always shimmered with various elemental glows.
What?
You’re asking about Olivia?
Oh, that degenerate golden dragon had already finished everything she needed to learn, so Sherry simply waved her hand and let Olivia study on her own.
After all, as a genius of the Gold Family, Olivia had that much self-awareness.
At the fork in the cobblestone road, Sally and Huli waved goodbye to Tunzuo.
“Big Sis Tutu, the Summoning School’s classroom is over there! Don’t get lost!”
Sally pointed to a strange spire in the distance and shouted loudly.
“Yeah, Big Sis Tutu, pay attention in class and don’t fall asleep.”
Huli also reminded her seriously beside her.
It seemed that Tunzuo was usually a handful for the two little ones.
“I know, I know. Hurry up and go, you two. Don’t be late.”
Tunzuo waved her hand impatiently, shooing away the chattering little ones, then picked up her backpack and drifted toward the spire that housed the Summoning School’s specialized theory classroom.
The classroom for the Summoning School’s specialized theory was located in a corner of the academy, relatively secluded.
The spire was surrounded by shade trees, with a quiet environment that seemed perfect for focused meditation.
Tunzuo yawned, pushed open the classroom door, floated inside, and casually looked around the room.
The space inside the classroom was much larger than Tunzuo had imagined.
The floor wasn’t laid with cold marble tiles, but covered with a fluffy beige carpet that was soft underfoot, giving Tunzuo an extremely comfortable feeling.
On the ceiling were over a dozen projection lamps of an antique design.
These lamps weren’t fixed in one place but floated in midair, supported by magical power, arranged in a staggered pattern that could be moved according to need.
Other than that, the classroom was empty.
There were no desks or chairs, only a few circular grooves carved into the podium at the front for setting up summoning arrays.
“Huh? Did I come early?”
Tunzuo glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing there were still ten minutes until class started.
Seeing the empty classroom, she scratched her head sleepily.
“Well, looks like I’m the first one here. I’m not lazy enough yet. Next time I’ll arrive right on time.”
Tunzuo didn’t think much of it.
She found a dark corner, sat down cross-legged, tossed her backpack aside, propped her chin on her hands, and began waiting patiently.
But as time ticked by, no other witch showed up at the classroom door.
Just as Tunzuo was getting bored, even starting to wonder if she’d mistaken the classroom, the bell rang clear and crisp.
Ding-a-ling—
With the bell, the classroom door was gently pushed open, and a figure in green stepped inside.
Tunzuo subconsciously looked up, but when she saw the newcomer’s face, the entire witch froze on the spot.
Her dark green eyes widened in disbelief.
Walking into the classroom was none other than the owner of the Jingke Gardening Shop, who had given Tunzuo the storage ring:
Leiruiya Feng Keman!
This time, Leiruiya wasn’t wearing the Lolita dress Tunzuo had seen before.
Instead, she was dressed in lightweight clothing that was easy to move in, carrying a faint, earthy fragrance.
Leiruiya had swept her emerald-green hair back with a wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling loose by her ears, adding a touch of intellectual beauty to her.
“L-Leiruiya Shop Owner?!”
Tunzuo scrambled up from the floor, her voice cracking with excitement.
Tunzuo never imagined that the instructor for the Summoning School’s specialized theory class would be the face-only-occasionally-smiled shop owner she had met once before—Leiruiya!
Seeing Tunzuo, Leiruiya’s perpetually expressionless face showed no major change, but her right eye, uncovered by the white rose, clearly flickered with joy.
“Tunzuo, long time no see.”
Leiruiya’s voice was flat, with no ups and downs, but a hint of warmth could be heard in her tone.
“Long time no see! Leiruiya Shop Owner—oh wait, now I should call you Teacher Leiruiya!”
Tunzuo walked quickly over to Leiruiya, greeting her warmly, a bright smile spreading across her face.
Although Leiruiya always seemed cold, Tunzuo had a good impression of her.
Not only because Leiruiya had given her that handy storage ring, but also because Leiruiya exuded a natural, comforting aura.
“Mhm, I’m glad to see you again, Tunzuo.”
Leiruiya nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over Tunzuo, with a hint of approval barely detectable in her voice.
“When I was assigning student lists over the weekend, I saw your name. I knew we would meet again.”
The white rose petals covering Leiruiya’s left eye opened and closed slightly, as if expressing her joy.
Leiruiya’s words warmed Tunzuo’s heart.
She hadn’t expected the expressionless Teacher Leiruiya to pay her so much attention.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Leiruiya, Tunzuo suddenly noticed a problem.
She looked around the empty classroom again and asked Leiruiya in confusion:
“Um, Teacher Leiruiya, why am I the only witch in the class? Where are the other students? Haven’t they arrived yet?”
Leiruiya didn’t seem surprised by the question.
She calmly explained:
“Oh, that. Currently, within the Witch Academy of Vast Sea City, you’re the only undgraduated student who has chosen the Summoning School.”
“Huh?!”
The unexpected answer made Tunzuo let out a shriek of surprise.
Her mouth fell open in disbelief, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.
What did she mean she was the only one in the entire academy?! Was that even possible?!
“Don’t be too surprised. This kind of thing happens often at the Witch Academy.”
Leiruiya seemed quite pleased with Tunzuo’s shocked expression.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she continued:
“So from today onward, I’ll be giving you one-on-one tutoring.”
“One-on-one?!”
Tunzuo felt her brain short-circuit.
A slacker witch like her was suddenly getting one-on-one instruction?
Beyond the shock, Tunzuo thought of something else.
“But doesn’t Hai Lanyue have jellyfish familiars? Didn’t she choose the Summoning School?”
Tunzuo was puzzled.
The three jellyfish around Hai Lanyue were all summoned from the Spirit World.
Logically, Hai Lanyue should be a student of the Summoning School.
Hearing Tunzuo mention Hai Lanyue, Leiruiya gently shook her head.
Her rose-covered eye lowered slightly, as if she was thinking.
After a long pause, Leiruiya spoke slowly, a hint of regret in her voice.
“Although Hai Lanyue likes having familiars to keep her company, what she wants even more is a way to solve her special constitution, so she won’t hurt other witches anymore.”
“So Hai Lanyue chose to follow Teacher Lena and take the Divination School. She hopes that by peering into and changing fate, she can alter her own luck and constitution.”
The Divination School?!
But that school has backlash!
Tunzuo never expected that the soft and fragile-looking Hai Lanyue would have such strong determination.
To keep the witches around her from being hurt because of her, Hai Lanyue chose the most difficult path—but also the one most likely to succeed: altering the river of fate.
Tunzuo lowered her head and sighed inwardly.
“So that’s how it is…”
Hai Lanyue truly was a pure and kind child.
In her eyes, protecting other witches from harm might be more important than taking care of herself.
This resolve of Hai Lanyue’s made Tunzuo both admire her and feel sorry for her.
While Tunzuo was lost in thought, feeling swept up in Hai Lanyue’s story, Leiruiya clapped her hands to get her attention.
“Alright, Tunzuo. Time for class.”
Leiruiya’s words brought Tunzuo back to reality.
“Huh? Oh! Yes! I’m ready for class, Teacher Leiruiya!”
Tunzuo quickly straightened up, standing at attention like an obedient elementary school student, and answered loudly.
Leiruiya watched Tunzuo’s nervous demeanor, and her rose-covered eye twitched slightly, as if she were laughing.
“It’s just the two of us in the whole classroom, and we already know each other. No need to be so formal.”
Leiruiya teased Tunzuo in a joking tone.
She sat down cross-legged across from Tunzuo, her movements elegant and composed.
“Sit down. Relax.”
Hearing Leiruiya say this, Tunzuo finally relaxed and sat back down cross-legged on the carpet.
Leiruiya raised her hand, tapped her fingertips, and a beam of green magical light shot out, pulling one of the projection lamps floating in midair toward her.
She channeled her magic into the lamp, which flickered a few times before projecting vivid, clear slides onto the white wall of the classroom.
“Now then, let’s begin the first lesson of the Summoning School.”
Leiruiya turned to look at Tunzuo, her uncovered right eye shining with a serious light.
“In this lesson, I’m going to teach you the classification of summoned familiars and how to summon them. This is the foundation of studying the Summoning School—and the most important part.”
As Leiruiya spoke, the slides on the wall began showing images of all kinds of bizarre summoned familiars.
“First, we’ll talk about the origin and classification of summoned familiars.”
Leiruiya pointed to the image on the slide and began explaining in detail.
“The Summoning School is centered on ‘communication’ and ‘contracts.’ The first thing you need to learn is to recognize your familiar companions.”
“Familiars are mainly divided into two categories based on their function and characteristics: combat type and service type.”
Leiruiya flicked her finger, and the slide changed.
On the left side of the slide were various imposing and strange creatures: a rock giant clad in heavy armor, an elemental spirit holding a flaming longsword, a sleek shadow leopard, and a huge two-headed wyvern.
“Combat-type familiars, as the name suggests, mainly assist witches in battle.”
Leiruiya pointed to those powerful-looking combat familiars and introduced them one by one:
“Combat-type familiars usually possess great strength and combat ability. They can serve as frontline tanks, as backline damage dealers, or even as scouts for reconnaissance. This kind of familiar typically requires a Summoning School witch to expend a lot of magic power to maintain their existence in the material world, and she must have sufficient strength to suppress and command them.”
On the right side of the slide, various practical and cute creatures were displayed:
A cleaning slime skilled at tidying up, a treasure-hunting mouse that could find rare herbs or materials, a weaving spider that could spin beautiful clothes, and a melody bird that could play wonderful music.
“Service-type familiars, on the other hand, focus more on daily life and production work.”
When introducing the service-type familiars, Leiruiya’s voice noticeably softened compared to when she was explaining combat types.
“Service-type familiars may not have strong combat power, but they can greatly improve a witch’s quality of life. Whether it’s handling housework, searching for materials, or providing entertainment, they are indispensable, good helpers.”
After introducing the two categories, Leiruiya paused and then turned to Tunzuo to summarize:
“Understanding what kind of familiar you want to summon and what the summoned familiar is suited for is a basic skill every witch studying the Summoning School must master.”
“Because different familiars require different amounts of magic power, and they also need different ways of being accompanied and cared for. If you summon a familiar that doesn’t suit your needs, you’ll not only waste magic power but might also bring yourself trouble.”
Hearing this, Tunzuo quickly took careful notes, recording every key point Leiruiya mentioned.
With this first lesson, Tunzuo officially opened the door to the Summoning School.