The rain in the plum rainy season always has a sticky consistency that makes people's hair soaked.
I squatted behind the checkout counter of a 24-hour convenience store, sighing at the tuition figures on the calculator - it was just the seventh day of my third night shift, and before I could collect enough money for paint as an art student, something banged against the glass door.
That thing was covered in green slime, its green and black nails popped out half a foot long, and ice particles were thrown at my face as if it was free of charge. I was so frightened that I grabbed the broom head, but I watched helplessly as the beads of sweat in my palms suddenly stood up and followed the palm lines into a trembling film of water, trapping all the ice particles in the air.
"Hey, Shuiyao Star Disciple?" The red-haired girl kicked open the deformed door, half a foot of flames burning in her palms, followed by a girl twisting vines and a man with glasses knocking on a metal plate. She glanced at my trembling water film and raised her eyebrows, "Xingyao Academy's expansion of enrollment will allow this water skin to survive tonight, and you will be admitted without taking the exam."
Later I learned that this is called the power of starlight. And my water film covering the ice is the water curtain condensed by the power of water brilliance (it's just that mine is too thin). As for the Black Moon Sect? It sounds very fierce, but what's more urgent now is-how to retract this water film? !
