The South Wind and the Golden Wheatgrass

My instructor likes seeing everyone in our mage tower get along and can’t stand how my senior and I are always at each other’s throats. At first, he punished us by making us hold hands facing the wall. When he saw that we could still argue while holding hands, he got furious. “Is it really that hard to admit you’re wrong? Harder than me telling you to kiss her on the cheek right now?” Apologize to her and listen to her taunt me? Of course that’s harder than kissing her on the cheek! My instructor flew into a rage and jabbed a finger at me. “Then kiss her instead of apologizing!” Ridiculous! How is that supposed to improve our relationship in any meaningful way? I stared at my senior’s pretty face. My senior stared at my lips. We both saw the guilt in each other’s faces. Ahem. Anyway, time and again, the facts have proved that my instructor’s theories are always simple, correct, and incredibly effective. This story has 100% piracy protection for 72 hours. If you’ve subscribed to every chapter but see a protected chapter, JJ may be glitching. Please refresh. Each chapter is only 2,000 words! This isn’t one of those really long stories... Theme: The story of a poor student struggling to make her way in a glittering city of magic through her own efforts, celebrating the spirit of independence and self-reliance.