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

In the evening, after leaving the cafeteria, the reunited trio went back to the dormitory together, and at the same time agreed to go out together tomorrow, to rent the disc requested by Teacher Noctua, and go shopping together.

Of course Zhimeng also made an appointment with Jiarui Nitzi, but she was rejected because she had a separate task of treatment to do tomorrow.

As a rare conjurer who can use reverse spells to heal others, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a treasure of a high school. Even if he has not graduated, he is still a permanent presence in the infirmary.

After all, as a student, of course the weekends are the most free, so the weekends when the family is in the glass are booked.

Zhimeng felt sorry for this, but still said that she would rent back the other party's disc, and let her wait and watch.

After walking to the door of the dormitory and saying goodbye to Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu, Zhimeng entered the dormitory.

After locking the door, he put the curse skeleton sent by Teacher Ye Moth on the closet, Zhimeng planned to use it when the room was about to be cleaned.

Looking at the delicate rose on the bedside cabinet, Zhimeng went to take a bath in a good mood.

I fought with them for a long time during the day, and it would be a lie to say that I didn't sweat a little. Of course, it would be more comfortable to take a shower after returning.

After taking a shower and washing her long hair, Zhimeng let out her long wet hair in a white bathrobe.

Finding a dry towel, Zhimeng sat at the desk, wiping her dripping long hair little by little.

At this time, there were no other people, and the smile disappeared on the weaving dream face of the room alone, contrary to the appearance of always smiling in front of others, his brows and eyes were indifferent to indifferent.

He drooped his exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and there was no expression on his face. Even though his hands were still wiping his long hair, his brisk and gentle temperament had changed.

——Misty and uncertain, like looking at flowers in a fog, they will disappear at the touch of a touch.

Zhimeng, who has lost her bright smile, is like a fog that is about to dissipate, cannot be touched, and cannot be retained.

The contrast is unbelievable.

But this contrast only lasted for a moment. Zhimeng, who put down the towel and picked up the phone, smiled again.

With a smile, he once again regained his amiable smile in front of others, as if the previous contrast was just an illusion.

Zhimeng, unaware of his own changes, dialed a series of numbers familiarly, and then spoke briskly with a smile on his face.

"Moses, is it the dean's mother? This is Zhimengmeng~"

"Yeah, mom, don't worry, everyone in the new school is very nice, there is no one who doesn't like Zhimengmeng~"

"Don't worry about the cost of living. I found a new part-time job with a good salary. I will call back some. Mom will buy you some candies..."

"It's weekend, I'll go back the day after tomorrow... don't I need to go back? Well, then I'll go back to see you next week..."

"I'm doing well, mom don't have to worry. Also, if mom feels tired, take a rest, don't make me worry..."

……

After making the phone call for more than half an hour, Zhimeng hung up the phone almost once a week until someone else's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Putting down the phone, the hair was still dripping, Zhimeng picked up the towel to wipe it again, and combed it neatly with a comb.

Because the teachers didn't leave any homework, Zhimeng found a comic book from the luggage he brought, sat at the desk by the window opposite the bed and read it slowly, waiting for the hair to dry completely before resting.

Usually at this time, when he is in his rented house, if he has nothing else to do, he will watch anime and play games.

But because he transferred to a college and was on a dormitory system, Zhimeng didn't know whether the dormitory was strictly controlled for the first time, so he didn't bring his game console. He just brought a few comics, which is just a good time to pass the time.

However, seeing that Mr. Ye Moth let them rent discs to watch today, it seems that the management of the college dormitory is not strict, and they can bring all the game consoles to the rented house tomorrow...

Just as he was distracted, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, Zhimeng came back to his senses, put down the manga and got up to open the door.

"Dream weaving, let's play games together~"

Outside the door, Gojo Satoru, wearing a dark T-shirt with his sunglasses half removed, waved the game console in his hand and sent a surprise.

Weaving Meng was really pleasantly surprised, just as he was about to play a game, he let someone in right away.

Gojo Satoru was also polite, looked around Zhimeng's dormitory, and saw that there was only one chair inside, so he simply lay down on Zhimeng's neatly made bed, and stretched out his hand to invite him to come and play together.

Closing the door casually, Zhimeng also went to bed, took the handle that Gojo Satoru handed over, and the two cooperated to play the game.

Once the game is played, it is easy to play and forget the time.

Unknowingly, it was time for him to fall asleep early in the past, and Zhimeng, who was still playing games, felt more and more dizzy before his eyes. He tried his best to endure it, but in the end he lay still on the bed.

Gojo Satoru naturally noticed the movement beside him, turned his head and saw Zhimeng who was already asleep, and saw that the other party had no intention of waking up when he stretched out his hand to pull the game controller on his side, so he couldn't help yawning.

In the end, he threw the game console and sunglasses on the bedside cabinet, lay down next to Zhimeng and closed his eyes, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, Xia Youjie, who got up early because he had an appointment to go out, just opened the door and came out, when he saw Wujo Wu coming out of the next bedroom and stretching himself.

Xia Youjie:? ? !

Wait, wait, isn't that the weaving dream room!

Gojo Satoru, who also saw him, reached out to say hello: "Good morning, Jie~"

Zhimeng came out from behind him, changed his high school uniform and put on a normal uniform, frowning and softening his waist.But after seeing Xia Youjie, he still greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Jie."

Then Xia Youjie saw Wutiaowu turn around and said to Zhimeng who was hammering his waist: "Are you still feeling sick? Let's go to Nitrozi to treat it."

Xia Youjie's small eyes suddenly widened.

He couldn't understand it, but he was inexplicably shocked.

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……what happened? ? ?