Hilda knew that the swirling colors outside the porthole were not real colors, but the magical residue dissipating between the rise and fall of the transit lines. Just like how the rabbit sitting in the pilot seat in front of her wasn't a real rabbit, but a Wizard who had gone through a magical experiment accident.
"How much longer until we return?"
The Teaching Assistant of Astronomy Class 08-1 took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and showed a hint of anxiety on his face: "It didn't feel like it took this long on the way here!"
Mr. Rabbit straightened his crooked ears and glanced lazily at the Teaching Assistant in the rearview mirror, smirking: "Do you think this is a private plane from Buji Island to Nanjing Pavilion that can return the same way? Traveling from one world to another is always a one-way trip, and every route has subtle differences... Are you really an assistant at the First University? The kind with a formal position?"
"Heh."
