A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

Summer passed in the blink of an eye, but the residual heat lingered in early autumn, making September's sweltering heat unabated.

At this time, it is also the end of the holiday and the time for school to start——

Zhimeng went to the vending machine to buy a few bottles of cold drinks and distributed them to everyone who was training in the indoor training ground.

"Phew, I feel alive..."

After drinking most of the cold drink, the white-haired boy let out a sigh, and reached out to take a wet towel handed to him by Zhimeng, and wiped the sweat flowing from his face and neck.

Also distributed wet wipes to the black-haired ball-headed boy and the short-haired girl with equal ears. After receiving thanks, Zhimeng opened the cold drink and took a sip.

After eating the cold and refreshing feeling, and then wiping off the sweat with a wet towel, just as the white-haired boy said, there is a feeling of finally coming alive.

Then there was a hairy head on the shoulder.

Zhimeng was helpless: "Don't you feel hot?"

"Ah, I'm so hot that I don't have any energy~" The white-haired cat not only didn't leave, but paralyzed on Zhimeng's body and relaxed even more.

Jia Ru Nitro looked over and suggested kindly, "Zhimeng, use your drink to cool down Wu."

Xia Youjie also smiled and said, "Put it on the neck, it will definitely cool down faster."

"You guys, ouch--"

The five cats and cats who wanted to reprimand them for their uneasiness and good intentions were so excited by the cold thing that was suddenly attached to their necks that they couldn't help screaming and stood up straight away from Zhimeng's shoulder.

Looking back, I saw Zhimeng, the culprit, still looking happy: "It's really useful, Wu looks a lot more energetic."

Gojo Satoru:! ! !

Mao Mao's eyes widened, and Mao Mao felt extremely wronged.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Jia Ruozi and Xia Youjie on the side laughed unabashedly.

Wutiao Maomao gritted his teeth and glared at the black-haired ball-headed boy who gloated: "Duel, Jie!"

"Okay."

After the words fell, the two immediately started fighting.

Jia Ruozi quickly moved to Zhimeng's side, away from the battlefield between the two.

Zhimeng looked at the obvious dark circles under the girl's eyes, and said with concern: "Is Nitro busy recently? No matter how busy you are, you should pay attention to rest."

"Ah, I see." The girl with short ear-length hair nodded and smiled.

"As for Zhimeng, you have a lot of tasks in summer, can you afford to run so many tasks every day?"

"No problem, those spell spirits are not strong, and the time is basically wasted on the road."

Zhimeng replied truthfully: "If you are tired, you can catch up on sleep in the car."

Listening to Zhimeng's words and seeing his usual expression, Jiarui Nizi sighed and couldn't help questioning his soul.

"Why do we have to be social animals at a young age?"

"This—" Zhimeng thought for a while, "This is all the world's fault, right?"

After speaking, he was amused by his own words.

"I'm sorry, I just suddenly thought of a book I read, so I couldn't help but answer like that."

Unexpectedly, Jia Ruozi said with a sad face: "No, you are right, this is all the world's fault!"

If there were no magic spirits in this world, there wouldn't be them who turned into social animals at a young age.

"But we can't change the world—"

Thinking of something, Zhimeng suddenly asked: "There are not so many curse spirits abroad, right?"

Jia Ruozi looked up at him, and replied: "There are not so many magic spirits abroad, but they also don't have many magicians."

"Mr. Yemo seems to have said that most of the spell spirits in Japan are related to the Tianyuan Barrier."

Weaving Meng fell into deep thought: "If there is no Tianyuan enchantment, will there be fewer curse spirits?"

"It's not that simple." The short-haired girl sighed, frowning and couldn't help reaching for her pocket, took out a lady's cigarette and put it in the corner of her mouth, and lit it with a lighter familiarly.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled out the cigarette again, exhaling puffs of smoke from his mouth.

In the midst of the smog, the girl who stretched her brows slightly said, "The Tianyuan Barrier has existed for so long, maybe there are other shortcomings, but in the end the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

"At least, it strengthens the protective barrier of the high school, protecting the weak students among them from being harmed by the curse spirit. It also increases the barrier technique of other magicians, so that the auxiliary supervisor with weak spell power can easily fall into the trap , to isolate the influence of the curse spirit on the non-magician... these benefits alone should not be underestimated."

"...cough, cough, cough!" Zhimeng endured for a while, but still couldn't help coughing, obviously not used to the smoke she exhaled.

Seeing this, the girl's voice paused, and she decisively extinguished the cigarette: "The Tianyuan Barrier has obvious shortcomings, but its existence can be regarded as balancing the power of the conjurer and the conjurer to a certain extent—"

Jiarui Glass glanced at the two people who were still fighting, and changed his words again: "No, because of Gojo Satoru's birth, the balance has been broken. Now, the balance of victory is in our favor."

Hearing this, Zhimeng couldn't help but think of the curse version of himself in the parallel world——

"For the sake of balance, will there be a curse spirit that can rival Satoru one day?"

"Aren't there still you and Jie?"

The girl with ear-length short hair held an extinguished cigarette and said jokingly to him, "Although I don't want to admit it...but I have to admit that it's no problem for the three of you to flatten the magic world, right?"

Weaving Meng was suddenly dumbfounded, and couldn't help laughing: "You're right."

As long as the three of them are together, nothing will be difficult.

...Even if it is another him!

Therefore, Zhimeng, who was relieved, diverted his attention. Thinking of the girl's skillful cigarette lighting action, he asked concerned: "Do you often smoke? Smoking is not good for your health."

"It doesn't matter." Shaking the non-existent soot, Jiarui Nitzi calmly said: "My inversion technique can replace lung cells at any time, and smoking can't damage my health."

"...Glass is so powerful!" Zhimeng couldn't help but praise.

The praised girl looked at him, then looked at the two opposite peers who hadn't stopped, and finally looked at Zhimeng and smiled without saying a word.

No, actually she thinks weaving dreams is better.

At least, she couldn't easily let others fight for her.

Weaving Dreams... Weaving Dreams is really amazing!

Time passes and daily life goes on.

The daily life of Dreamweaving is basically class assignments and training. Usually, the assignments take the longest time, followed by training, and the least class time... In a sense, this is a bit of a student's negligence.

But there is no way, who makes the conjurers not enough?Therefore, even underage students should be used mercilessly, even more eager to turn them into 007's social animals.

If he was instructed to be cruel, Wujo Satoru would burst out from time to time, spit out the anger of those high-level officials, and then complete the task——

Although Ye Mo teacher always yells that Gojo Goto is disobedient, always irritating, and is the biggest problem student, Zhimeng thinks that Gojo is actually quite obedient.

For example, no matter how dissatisfied Wu was, didn't he obediently do the task every time in the end?

"No way, who makes me the strongest?"

On the way back to the dormitory, the white-haired boy with a lollipop in his mouth said proudly, "Sure enough, I can't do it without me."

The black-haired ball-headed boy ignored his narcissism and asked Zhimeng.

"There is no task in the afternoon, and there is no need to go to class. Is there any arrangement for Weaving Dream?"

Zhimeng nodded: "Go back and make spell tools, I need to continue to practice."

Gojo Gojo was about to say something when his cell phone rang suddenly.

He took it out and opened it to see that it was a somewhat unfamiliar number——

The little black sunglasses slipped down the bridge of the nose, and the pale blue eyes that were exposed glanced at the black-haired ball-headed boy who turned around to look at him. The white-haired boy bit the lollipop in his mouth, and stopped to answer the phone very naturally.

"Moses, Moses, here are five, if you have something to say, say it quickly, if you don't, get out~"

The black-haired ball-headed boy who stopped in front of him pulled Zhimeng who turned back and walked forward, smiling.

"Let's go first, Wu will catch up soon."

Zhimeng thought the same, and Wu was still on the phone, it seemed that it was not good to listen to other people's private affairs, so he followed Jie's strength.

They didn't go far, Zhimeng heard the phone ringing, it was a reminder of receiving a message, so he stopped to take a look.

Wutiao: Zhimeng, I have something to go back, let's have dinner together next time.

Zhimeng understood, and showed the message to the black-haired ball-headed boy beside him.

"Enlightenment can't come, let's just go to the cafeteria and get something to eat."

Although the canteen of the college is not open on weekends, it is still no problem to go to the canteen to find some food or borrow the boiler to cook some food.

The three of weaving dreams sometimes don't want to go out to eat on weekends, so they solve it by making their own food in the cafeteria.

"Okay."

Not only did Xia Youjie have no objection to this, he was even happier.

In a safe room, Fuheshier lazily leaned on the sofa and waited for someone.

On the table in front of him, a woman's head was laid carelessly there, bright red blood dripped all over the floor, and the air was filled with a bloody smell that could not be ignored.

When Gojo Satoru followed the location to find this place, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a horrifying scene that could be called the scene of a ghost movie.

But the white-haired boy was not only not afraid, he even stared straight at the obvious suture line on the forehead of this female head——

The sutures are intertwined with old and new, as if the old scars were torn out and new ones were sewn on.

"Boss, the task is completed, remember to call us three times the final payment."

The lazy voice of the black-haired youth interrupted the white-haired youth's contemplation.

Gojo Satoru took off his little black sunglasses, glanced at him with blue six eyes, and said as a matter of course: "Before paying the final payment, let me inspect the goods first!"

Fu Heisher clicked his tongue: "Whatever."

So Gojo Satoru stared at the head carefully for a moment with his six eyes.

Finally, he affirmed: "This is a fake."

The dark-haired young man's eyes instantly became sharp: "Little devil, are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"You are a fake. What I want is the real one. Why should I give you the final payment if it doesn't meet the requirements!" The white-haired boy looked at him very confidently.

Immediately, the black-haired young man showed a ferocious and terrifying smile, no longer the lazy posture at the beginning, and he was as dangerous as a black panther ready to hunt.

"No one has ever dared to lie to me, kid—"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly became violent.

"Then I will be the first!"

After the arrogant reply, the two instantly fought together.

The safe house was quickly destroyed in this battle——

After lunch at the college, Zhimeng took Xia Youjie to his house.

After telling Mrs. Zhang that they would eat at home in the evening, please cook for the two of them, and the two went upstairs.

Because there are quite a few rooms in the villa, Zhimeng specially vacated one as a study room, and put all the books he had bought and read in there.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Zhimeng smiled and said: "Here are all kinds of things I bought, Jie can take a look, I think it is very interesting."

"I'll take a good look at it." The black-haired ball-haired boy nodded with a smile, expressing that he was also very interested.

After all, after reading Zhimeng's favorite book, maybe he can understand the other party's brain circuit.

So, after letting Xia Youjie take it and look at it casually, Zhimeng went to the side and continued to knead his clay to make magic tools to practice his hands.

The two bowed their heads and went about their own business. Although they had nothing to do with each other, the atmosphere in the study was extraordinarily warm and harmonious.

Until the evening, Gojo Satoru, covered in blood, broke through the window suddenly, startling the two people in the study.

"Enlightenment!"

Zhimeng looked in shock at the white-haired boy in a mess on the window sill.

Gojo Satoru's face was stained with dried blood, his blue eyes locked tightly on Zhimeng, and he showed a crazy smile.

"Weaving Dream, I have become stronger——"

"Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"*

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Becoming stronger... can it make people become secondary?