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

Nocturne Moth, who sent the gifted students to train by himself, returned to his office to continue making his spell skeleton with some joy that he would not have to face problem students for the time being.

Anyway, idle is idle, let's make more spell bones for teaching.

Inexplicably thinking that it must be needed, Noctua Zhengdao diligently made the curse skeleton, and then heard a loud bang.

For a moment, Noctua Zhengdao thought that there was a curse spirit attacking Gaozhuan.

But after thinking about it, it's wrong, the high school has a Tianyuan enchantment, and ordinary curse spirits can't get in at all, so——

Noctua was thinking of something, and then noticed the direction of the explosion, suddenly had a bad premonition, and ignored the half-finished spell skeleton in his hand, and ran towards the direction of the explosion as soon as he threw it away.

As he got closer to the destination, Ye Mo Zhengdao's eyelids twitched violently, and he was furious.

Because the location of the explosion was the first-year boys’ dormitory——

Just letting them watch a movie can make such a big commotion, the dormitory is blown up, this is too much!Don't you know that the school is financially tight?

When he ran to the ruins of the bombed dormitory, he saw the first-year students gathered together, excluding the little embarrassment affected by the explosion, just looking at the obvious features of a few people, they were surrounded in the middle with their heads bowed The one covering his face seems to be Zhimeng.

Feeling slightly suffocated with anger, Ye Mo Zhengdao approached immediately, asking three times in a row: "Who bombed the dormitory? Did he realize you? What's wrong with Weaving Dream?"

Gojo Gojo, who was observing Weaving Dreams, suddenly became dissatisfied: "Why did you just assume that I did it!"

Ye Mozheng let out a sigh, and after confirming that the other party did not do it, he didn't bother to pay attention to this troublemaker student, and then asked Jiarui Nizi and Xia Youjie: "How are you doing? What happened to the explosion just now? "

"We're fine. Before the explosion, Enlightenment blocked most of the impact for us. It's just a minor injury, and the nitrous has already healed me." Xia Youjie shook his head, and looked worriedly at Zhimeng, whose head was down and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"It's weaving dreams..."

Jia Ruozi said: "It was the explosion caused by Zhimeng, and he was the one who faced the explosion at the time...but he didn't have any injuries on his body."

Let alone being injured, Ye Mozheng took a closer look and found that Zhimeng was not like Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nitzi, who had obvious traces of being affected by the explosion on his body, but like Gojo Wu, even his clothes were not torn——

Gojo Satoru is because there is no lower limit spell, so it is normal that he is not injured, but weaving dreams is the same as Gojo Satoru... Noctua Zhengdao thought of the dream weaving spell, and immediately reacted.

"Weaving Meng, have you successfully copied the technique of Enlightenment?"

Zhimeng, who lowered his head and covered the upper half of his face, didn't reply, his whole body was stiff as if he was enduring something.

Seeing this, Ye Mozhengdao didn't care about the surprise on the faces of Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi beside him, and asked in a deep voice: "What side effects happened? Wu, come and see—"

"Teacher, I'm fine." Zhimeng suddenly said, and slowly let go of the hand covering the upper half of his face, no, it should be said to be the eyes.

"I'm fine." He raised his head slowly: "It's better to say, I'm better than ever."

Suddenly, the person who was facing his eyes was shocked in place.

Night Moth said rightly:! ! !

Home into the nitro:! ! !

Xia Youjie:! ! !

Even Wujo Satoru, who had guessed, looked at him in surprise, never expecting that the dream-weaving technique could do this.

Different from the originally black pupils that were as clear as glass, now, Zhimeng's eyes have turned into pale blue pupils with white mist, which is also the culprit that surprised others.

"Six, six eyes!"

Night Moth Zhengdao was really shocked.

He knew that Dreamweaving's technique was copying, and he also knew that Dreamweaving could copy other people's spells, but he didn't know that Dreamweaving could even copy Six Eyes! ! !

Zhimeng didn't pay attention to him, but looked at the sky, blushing on his face, and his expression was a little dazed: "So... is this the world Wu sees?"

In the next moment, his vision was blocked.

Reaching out to touch it, I found that it was sunglasses.

"Do you feel better?" Gojo Satoru, who gave him sunglasses, squatted beside him, Zhimeng turned his head subconsciously, and met his pair of blue pupils that were covered by the sunglasses most of the time.

Although wearing what seemed to be specially made sunglasses, it did not hinder Zhimeng's vision at this time, and he smiled brightly at Wujo Wu.

"much better."

The boy whose eyes had turned into blue pupils smiled and said, "I can suddenly understand Wu's feelings now."

This pair of eyes can be called a 360-degree field of vision without blind spots, and can be seen from a long distance. It can also perform more fine-grained operations on spell power, and there are no lower limit spells and that easy-to-use spell that can explode, etc... … Zhimeng even feels that he is the strongest now.

Gojo Satoru, who understood what he meant, also smiled, with a confident and arrogant smile: "Do you feel my strength? I have already said that I am the strongest."

"Well, Satoru is the strongest."

Then, Zhimeng, who was squatting on the ground and wearing sunglasses to maintain a smile, just finished speaking, and fell back straight with a blushing face.

Ye Mozheng subconsciously caught it, and when he came back to his senses, he was a little panicked, and said quickly: "Glass, take a look! Come and see what's wrong!"

Jia Ruozi, who had been paying attention all the time, naturally didn't miss what was wrong with Zhimeng, and reached out to touch his unnaturally red face, then raised his fingertips slightly, and could not help but click his tongue.

"It seems to have a fever."

"Why do you have a fever?" Xia Youjie frowned, "Is it a side effect of the surgery?"

"No." Wujo Wu shook his head, reaching out to poke Zhimeng's flushed face.

"It's brain overload."

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Enlightenment... so strong.

I can too.

What is that... what? !