Chapter 541 - Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Magic Studies and Life (Part 2) (1/2)

Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Magic Studies and Life (Part 2)

When Tang Baona was about the age of Little Lingdang, she often fantasized that she was a fairy with superpowers that could communicate with another world and certain special little creatures.

She always considered herself different, special from the rest.

Like Little Lingdang, she would indulge in childish fantasies, believing that she was born into this world with a special mission. That beyond their world, there must be other worlds and beyond the creatures they knew, there must be other species.

Of course, as she grew up and matured, her naive and simple fantasies gradually faded away. Only a part of her passionate and strange ideas from her childhood got preserved in the realm of anime and manga, occasionally being stirred to life by certain pieces of work.

But on that night in Chongyun Village in late April, after she nearly rolled down the stairs, she discovered that there was a presence from another world she could “interact” with.

And that existence seemed to be protecting her, helping her, saving her, just like the “little elf” she had imagined when she was small.

Truth be told, after that night, her time in Chongyun Village was marked by alertness to all kinds of details around her, just like Old Xia, constantly observing her surroundings.

And indeed, she did notice many peculiarities about Chongyun Village, such as, like Yang Zhen Er said, the village had very few insects, especially near their house.

Then there was dust, too. Given the location of their house on a hill, dust should have been abundant. However, their yard was easy to clean; almost no leaves or other debris blew in. A quick wipe of the stone table in the yard in the morning would leave it dust-free till the end of the day.

Despite the strong winds outside, the yard — situated at a higher altitude within the village — was always filled with gentle breezes. Even when they opened the windows of the upstairs rooms, the wind that blew in was always comfortable, never cutting or too cold, yet it didn’t block all the wind either.

It was just like the lyrics of a song — “The wind sticks here, sticking to the memories of passersby.”

Their yard and building seemed to have some special “field” that protected the people living inside.

Having experienced it firsthand, Tang Baona naturally attributed this protection to the “little elf” that had once saved her life.

It was just a pity that before leaving Chongyun Village, she could never find concrete evidence of the “little elf” or manage to interact with it again.

Unexpectedly, after arriving in Peng City, she received protection from the “little elf” once more.

And she even managed to interact with the “little elf” again!

This stirred the buried spirit of the fantasy-loving girl in her. She maintained small quick steps all the way to the gate of her residence, only stopping to catch her breath and suppressing the excitement pounding in her chest.

Back home, she opened the door and was surprised to find Yang Lao San and Little Fatty Girl still there — usually, by this time, Yang Lao San would take Little Fatty Girl to their rented apartment to sleep and would only return after Shiling’s Mom came home.

Yang Zhen Er ignored Tang Baona when she walked through the door. Little Fatty Girl, without lifting her head, greeted “Pretty Sister” and then continued to focus her attention on the edge of the coffee table in the living room.

Presently, Yang Zhen Er was kneeling on one knee by the coffee table, slightly hunched over like a ready-to-pounce cheetah, her eyes locked on Little Fatty Girl.

Little Fatty Girl crouched on the other side, her eyes meeting Yang Zhen Er’s across the edge of the coffee table, like an egg custard pie peering at a bowl of cat food.

There appeared to be a conflict brewing between them?

What was going on?

Tang Baona was a bit dazed. Yang Lao San adored Little Lingdang and always wanted to give her the best of everything. Why were they in this standoff now? Moreover, Little Lingdang was such an obedient child, why was she crossing horns with Yang Lao San?

Even if they were arguing, why were they having a standoff across the coffee table?

Curiosity got the better of her, or maybe she was taken aback by the tension between the two, and Tang Baona just stood by the door, watching the two in silence.

Suddenly, Liu Shiling spoke up: “One, two…”

As the word “three” came out, she and the facing Yang Zhen’er simultaneously put a something from their hands on the coffee table, and then pushed it forward.

Tang Baona saw clearly that those were two coins!

Yang Zhen’er and Liu Shiling simultaneously rolled the two coins on the edge of the coffee table, making the two coins roll towards each other and collide.

The two coins rolled straight, collided, and then one fell into the coffee table, and the other one landed on the floor.

Yang Zhen’er let out a tragic scream, rolling directly onto the floor, wailing: “I lost again! How did I lose again! Ahh, Xiao Lingdang, is your coin heavier? That’s not possible! That shouldn’t be the case! ”

The little fatty girl regained her smiling expression, squatting down next to the fallen Yang Zhen’er, and said: “Old Ms. Fairy, you’re already quite good, being able to play so well the first time. It looks simple, but it’s actually difficult for most people to roll the coin along a relatively straight path at the edge of a smooth coffee table.”

Yang Lao San then sat up from the floor, holding the little fatty girl’s face and asked: “So Xiao Lingdang, how long have you been practicing this coin rolling game?”

“Huh?” The little fatty girl paused for a moment, and said: “This game… I just came up with it.”

Yang Lao San then began to pinch the little fatty girl’s face.

Tang Baona who had changed her shoes and walked in now knew what was going on, laughing and saying: “Zhen’er, you must be harassing Xiao Lingdang again, not letting her study properly!”

Yang Zhen’er suddenly scrambled up from the floor, ran to the door, and pulled Tang Baona, who was about to walk in, back.

“Nana, where is your coin? Did you bring it with you?” Yang Zhen’er said.

“What coin?” Tang Baona asked, puzzled.

“You know.”

Tang Baona dumbly took out a coin from her pants pocket: “You mean the lucky coin gifted by Xiang Kun?”

“Right, right, right.” Yang Zhen’er said, asking the little fatty girl to pick up the coin from the ground for her, then said: “Nana, watch carefully!”

With a ding, Yang Zhen’er flicked the coin with her thumb into the paper cup that was still on the TV cabinet, then turned back to Tang Baona: “Nana, you try it!”

“Oh.” Tang Baona mimicked Yang Zhen’er’s gesture, casually flick the coin, the coin almost followed Yang Zhen’er’s trajectory, tumbling into the cup, hitting the previous coin, and made a crisp sound.

Yang Zhen’er was dumbfounded. So, as long as someone uses the “lucky coin” gifted by brother Xiang, as long as they learn the coin flipping skill, they can easily achieve her “Flying coin into the cup” feat?!

So… her “Flying coin into the cup”, is in fact a “skill” one level lower than “coin flipping”?

Afterwards, Tang Baona also curiosly played with the little fatty girl the “colliding coins” game she just played with Yang Lao San.

As a result, they couldn’t stop playing.

The three of them were either sitting, kneeling, or squatting on the floor in the living room, having a great time playing.

If ordinary people just heard about it, it would be hard to imagine that two adults and a child, could play with coins until after midnight.

At twelve-thirty, when Shiling’s mom came home, she didn’t see her daughter sleeping like usual, so she knocked on the door, and the three of them finally reluctantly ended the “clash of coins” competition.