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Chenjing and Dear walked to their classroom and entered. The first thing they noticed was the decorations. The second thing they noticed was the smell. Chenjing gagged on the sweet smell and Dear had a coughing fit. The two quickly exited the room to let their lungs clear. Chenjing glanced at Dear as the two recovered.
"How are we going to survive in there?"
Dear thought about it.
"A magic spell."
With some hand gestures, Dear spelled their noses immune to the smell. Chenjing smiled in thanks and the two re-entered the classroom. The smell was very faint, manageable now.
"You're going to have to wash your hair for a week to get this smell out." Chenjing teased the long-haired Dear.
Dear flashed Chenjing a sour look. The two of them then sat down at their desks.
"I wonder what we will be up to today." Chenjing said.
"Magic." Dear replied.
Now Dear was the one receiving a sour look. |