Chapter 75 : The Wand in Hand

With the so-called celebration banquet over, the afternoon turned into paid leave time.

I wasn’t surprised.

Ever since I learned the bakery was the club’s base, I wouldn’t be shocked if it closed for days on end.

Selling pastries and bread was just a side gig, after all.

The club was called the Bakery Club, so without a valid reason, the academy might reclaim the space, leaving the club with no foothold.

After saying goodbye to the seniors and Tan Han, I prepared to head back.

I didn’t know what I’d do at home, but who wouldn’t love getting paid to do nothing?

Before leaving, Tan Han took the initiative to exchange contact info with me.

She said she might reach out if she had meditation-related questions, but I didn’t mind.

Asking a senior would be more reliable than asking me, a fellow freshman, right?

So I swapped contact info without hesitation.

As for what to do at home, that stumped me.

I had options, like checking on Quan Xiuzhu, whom I hadn’t seen since our last meeting and hadn’t contacted.

I wondered how she was doing.

She’d probably adjusted by now, right?

It had been a few days.

But that wasn’t my best option.

My time wasn’t so free to waste.

I actually wanted to contact Sister Bai to ask about the flying license.

She’d only mentioned it briefly without details, and now that I was interested, I wanted to give it a shot.

Even if I couldn’t afford a flying broom yet, having a license wouldn’t hurt.

Back at the villa, I habitually checked the mailbox for letters and packages to see if my wand had arrived.

My gut told me it would be today.

It was just a standard wand.

How many days have passed already?

The mailbox showed signs of being opened.

If it wasn’t my wand, I couldn’t think of what else would be delivered now.

With a nervous heart, I opened the box.

Sure enough, it was different this time a neatly packaged, long rectangular box sat inside.

No need to guess it had to be the wand.

I grabbed the box, which had the delivery info.

I’d provided my address and name, and it matched, so no issues there.

“It’s really here.”

My eyes widened, unable to contain my excitement, and I eagerly tore open the box.

Inside was a sponge cushion holding a wooden short wand.

The wand’s body was a single piece of wood, no joints like the Mithril Gradient Wood Sister Bai mentioned.

It had a metallic, mithril-like texture, with fine metal threads wrapped and embedded around it.

A small white crystal, probably a Neutral Crystal, was set between the wand body and handle, fitting my generic affinity mental power, which didn’t lean toward any specific attribute.

I tossed the wand’s box into the villa’s outdoor trash bin and held the wand, ready to test it.

Though my mental power wasn’t strong enough to manipulate magic directly, that didn’t mean I couldn’t cast spells.

Like the Cleaning Spell.

It was definitely a spell, and a useful one at that.

I just didn’t know how the wand would enhance the Cleaning Spell.

I’d written a whole list of demands for high-quality Magic-Conducting Material, Mithril Gradient Wood, and specific craftsmanship.

If it didn’t add some effect to the Cleaning Spell, what was the difference between this wand and a decoration?

But when I cast the spell, the magic flowed from my hand through the wand, guided and released.

It was a completely new experience.

I could feel the wand channeling the energy, the Neutral Crystal glowing as it did.

The Cleaning Spell activated smoothly.

It felt like an external force was guiding it, without the clumsiness of casting spells barehanded.

The spell’s control became incredibly precise, and to some extent, I didn’t even need to maintain it just kept running.

If this were another spell, the effect would probably be terrifying, right?

“This is a wand? It’s amazing,” I couldn’t help but exclaim.

Words failed to capture it.

Only experiencing it firsthand could reveal how powerful a wand’s assistance was.

Of course, this might also be because Sister Bai got me a good setup.

I’d written a ton of requirements, and it wasn’t for nothing.

I happily walked into the villa with my beloved wand.

Sadly, the villa was still empty.

My unseen roommates were taking their sweet time arriving.

Once inside, I slipped off my shoes, gifts from Sister Bai.

Today’s pair had high heels, which I wasn’t used to, but they helped offset my height disadvantage.

I wasn’t exactly tall, especially compared to Tan Han, who towered over me.

Not helping it, girls wearing heels was common, and I just wanted to get used to it early.

But adapting came at a cost.

I collapsed onto the living room sofa.

The meal earlier made up for skipping breakfast.

The food at those upscale restaurants in this world was pretty good.

At least we all enjoyed ourselves there.

Checking the time, I decided to rest and maybe take a nap.

After waking, I’d see if Sister Bai was free to ask about the flying license.

If she hadn’t made arrangements, I’d ask Senior Tang Yihan for help.

If getting a flying license required fees, I’d have to ask Senior Tang Yihan for an advance on my wages.

Since I’d succeeded in meditation, the meditation room and incense weren’t absolute necessities anymore.

Meditating without incense might be less efficient, but saving money was worth a bit of hardship.

The aftereffects of staying up until dawn last night were still hitting me.

Even after sleeping until nearly noon, I was still drowsy, especially since I was planning a nap, which made me even sleepier.

Yawning, I went to my bedroom and tidied my long hair.

It was a hassle to sleep with, but I couldn’t bear to cut it, so I just dealt with it.

Lying on the bed, my breathing soon steadied.

Meanwhile.

Tan Han followed Xia Li to the library.

Along the way, she’d finished the basic guide I gave her.

If she had to rate it, she’d call it shallow.

Could anyone really succeed in meditation just by reading that book?

It seemed unlikely.

Tan Han felt she needed more preparation.

She’d planned to try meditating right away, but she hadn’t expected to meet such a terrifying genius.

As they say, comparison breeds discontent.

Her status as this year’s top student was her biggest shackle.

She could give up everything she’d earned, but how could she be willing?

So she needed a chance to succeed in meditation on her first try.

But Tan Han knew that even achieving that would only put her on par with Little Han.

Her pride wouldn’t let her settle for being second.

If possible, who wouldn’t want to be first?