Marvel: I Have Twelve Spells And A Super Girlfriend

Guaranteed if it is not updated tomorrow, the author does not have a girlfriend this year.

(Today is still no change, I owe another chapter, I already owe three chapters, tomorrow it will officially resume the update, the article has been roughly revised, although it is still not very satisfied, but the author's level is here, and there is no way to pursue the best, anyway, it will be sent out together tomorrow, and the update will begin to resume.)

As for the other guarantees, the author did not say much, anyway, everyone is tired of hearing it, guaranteed several times, and broke his word several times, but this time really, the author swears here.

No updates tomorrow, the author has no girlfriend this year. Of course, if the restoration is updated, I also wish the author to find a well-behaved and cute, gentle and sensible girlfriend this year.

This cup honors everyone who has not given up on the author in the past few days and continues to chase more.

To be honest, it is precisely because of the existence of your unit that I went back to revise the article again, and even continued to write after a few days of interruption.

The author has also written several books before, but several times I like to write halfway, recommended, verified, and gave up, at that time few people read it, and even urged it was ordered by the author himself, and it was tiring to say.

This time, because I saw in the background that there were not many readers every day, but many readers were chasing it, so the author was willing to continue writing.

The second cup, to the new readers, thank you for your support, I hope you are satisfied, have comments, and welcome everyone to put forward.

The third cup, honor myself, I hope to stick to this time, the author I used to be an old bookworm, but after reading too many novels, the taste has become worse, and I am not even satisfied with those authors who have written.

So I myself also entered the pit, after coming in, I knew that this is really a pit, other writing, plot design not to mention, just insisting on updating every day can persuade a bunch of people.

At first, on a whim, I thought I could stick with it, but then I found out that it was really difficult.

I hope that I can stick to this book, of course, as long as someone reads it, the author can also insist on gritting his teeth, and I also hope that this instinct can live the fire, and it is enough to temporarily support his family and earn some pocket money.

Well, a little too much nonsense.

Finally, I wish myself and everyone a bright future, come on!

(I'm really tired these days, did I start revising the text from the 29th or 30th of last month?) I can't remember exactly, anyway, these days, basically revise the text, are more than 10,000 words a day, whether physical or mental is difficult, after this chapter is posted, go to bed early, rest, officially get up tomorrow to update, and re-upload the better article.

Below is the previous scrap manuscript, you don't need to read it

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Weather in September.

At this time, the weather was still relatively hot, and many students still wore short-sleeved short skirts to go out, showing a youthful vitality.

"Hey, what are you doing, looking listless."

Lynn greeted a sleepy teenage girl standing in the corner of the corridor.

The girl has long soft blonde hair, a short knee-length skirt, and a plain white short-sleeved shirt.

The appearance is very cute and beautiful, and many boys who come and go at this time can't help but pay attention.

Looking at Lynn who walked up, many people showed a lamenting expression.

"Ah, scare me, how come you walk without a sound at all."

The blonde girl, who seemed to be startled by Lynn, patted her chest with her short sleeves up in curve and complained.

But this look made Lynn feel very cute, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch the top of the girl's head, and smacked the girl's soft long blonde hair twice.

"Oops, it's been said many times, don't touch my head, every time it makes a mess of my hair."

Looking at the girl who looked like a fried kitten, Lynn apologized while laughing and stroking her long hair to help it comb.

"Okay, my fault, my fault, don't be angry, okay."