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

At the end of this mission, the insidious auxiliary supervisor (Wu Tiao Wu Yu) still reported to Noctua Zhengdao that they did it without paying the bill.

"How many times have I said this? You must pay the bill first before you can cast off the curse! Have you all ignored it!"

In the office, the night moth was sitting right at the top, and burst into anger at the three people kneeling below.

But among the three people listening to the training below, the people on the left and right are all a model of superficially well-behaved but in fact the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, only Zhimeng in the middle really blames himself and feels guilty.

"I'm sorry teacher, it's because I wanted to try the new knife too much, but I forgot to pay the bill..."

Looking at Zhimeng with his head bowed and apologetic expression, Ye Mo Zhengdao's voice suddenly slowed down a lot: "Ah, I know Zhimeng didn't do it on purpose, and the teacher can understand the mood of wanting to try the knife, so don't blame yourself."

After Wen Sheng calmed Zhimeng, his complexion changed and he continued to spray at the other two.

"Zhimeng forgot what the two of you are doing? You are three people who set out the mission together. Is it the responsibility of Zhimeng alone to pay the bill? Won't Zhimeng forget that you will make up for it!"

Gojo Satoru was dumbfounded by the completely different attitudes towards Dreamweaving and towards them.

"Teacher, are you so double-standard!"

This eccentricity is too obvious!Compared with Zhimeng, they seem to be raised by stepmothers!

Wujo Wu expressed dissatisfaction, and Xia Youjie beside him also had a subtle expression.

Noctua Zhengdao sneered: "What's wrong with my double standard? If you can be as obedient as Zhimeng, why should I double standard to you?"

Thinking about the choking voice in the class, thinking about the expression of not being convinced when the discussion was too much, and thinking about the arrogant and reckless style in the weekdays, Ye Mo Zhengdao felt that it was normal for him to be biased.

Any teacher would like a student like Zhimeng who is well-behaved, sensible and friendly to his classmates, rather than an arrogant thorn.

Wujo Gou stopped immediately, but that was not enough, he heard Xia Youjie suddenly said.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Ye Moth, it's my fault this time, and I will definitely not forget to pay the bill next time."

Gojo Satoru immediately looked down and acknowledged Xia Youjie's mistake. He couldn't believe that the opponent who was supposed to be on the same front with him turned into a traitor every minute!

——Have you agreed to resist the teacher’s double standards and eccentricity together?

Xia Youjie glanced at him, with a hint of ridicule in his slender purple eyes.

——Stupid, who told you!

It's not bad that he didn't sell his enlightenment at the beginning. At this time, of course, he wanted to isolate a culprit to vent his anger on Teacher Ye Moth.

"Well, just remember it." Ye Mo Zhengdao glanced at Xia Youjie gratifiedly, thinking that the other party was still more helpful than Wujo Wu.

Then, he began to spray Gojo Wu again: "Who are you staring at? If you don't agree with me, let it be, and now you want to intimidate your classmates! Gojo Wu, don't go too far..."

Wutiao, who went too far, looked at Xia Youjie who was giggling and was about to explode.

So despicable and shameless!Didn't expect him to be such a Jay!

"Teacher, don't be angry, drink a sip of tea to calm the fire, and realize that he didn't do it on purpose..."

Fortunately, Zhimeng served tea and said kind words in time, interrupted the scolding, successfully diverted the attention of Noctuma Zhengdao, and freed Gojo Wu from being scolded.

Drinking the tea offered by Zhimeng, listening to Zhimeng's soft-spoken explanation, and seeing the young man's pretty smile, Ye Mo Zhengdao calmed down unconsciously.

Looking up again, seeing Wujo Gojo, who was full of anger, Xia Youjie, who was full of smiles, and the inexplicably bad atmosphere between the two, Ye Mozhengdao waved them away with a headache.

"Okay, Zhimeng, you stay, Wu and Jie, you can go."

Still out of sight!

Hearing this, the two who had been fighting eyebrow and eye lawsuits immediately got up and left.

After leaving the office, they went straight to the training ground tacitly.

The quarrel is too exhausting, so they should do it directly.

Today is another day of friendship with plastic classmates.

And Noctua Masato, who had dismissed the two of them, took out a box of wagashi, poured tea for Zhimeng, and then patiently mentioned that Zhimeng did not adapt to it after transferring to a high school, and what was wrong with him in class. Understand, how to get along with classmates, etc., with the attitude of an elder chatting with juniors.

Feeling the familiar atmosphere, Zhimeng also gradually relaxed, answering the teacher's topics one by one with a smile on his face.

For a moment, compared with the fists and palms of the two on the training ground outside; the tea and smoke in the office are full of joy.

After the chat, Zhimeng also got the cursed skeleton doll presented by Teacher Ye Moth again, and left happily.

Time passed while the students were fighting and making troubles, and it was the weekend again in a blink of an eye.

Because the first grade has enough combat power to deal with the task, for the safety of the owner of the precious reversal spell, the home into the glass, she was naturally kicked out of the daily task, so that she had more time to study own reversal technique.

So when it comes to weekends, it's time to test the effect of her reversal technique. Basically, Jiarui Nizi will stay in the infirmary at this time, and only occasionally decides to rest before leaving.

The other three, on the other hand, had rarely encountered a task on Saturday, so they got together and talked about their respective plans.

"I haven't been back for a long time, and I agreed to go back this week to see the dean's mother and the others." Zhimeng had already planned.

Xia Youjie thought about it, he hadn't been home for a long time, and his heart moved: "I'll go back too, to see my parents."

Seeing that the two little friends chose to go back, Gojo Satoru didn't know what to think, and he didn't make a fuss about going with them, but planned to go back to his home instead.

So, the three people who had made up their minds bid farewell and went back to their respective homes.

Located in a remote corner of Tokyo, there used to be a large traditional Japanese-style house covering an area of ​​land, which was converted into a private orphanage by its owner to take in children who lost their families due to various reasons.

Ten years ago in late autumn, Fujiwara Yuki, the director of the orphanage, picked up a comatose toddler at the door.

Ten years later, the young boy of the past has become a tall and straight boy.

"Everyone, I'm back~"

Standing at the gate, Zhimeng, who was carrying a big bag and a small bag, raised his voice and shouted at the gate, and soon received childish responses.

"It's Brother Zhimeng's voice!"

"Brother Zhimeng is back!"

"Open the door quickly, Brother Zhimeng is back!"

……

Soon, the door was opened from the inside, and a group of little carrot heads happily rushed to Zhimeng at the door, cheering in unison.

"Brother Weaving Dream, welcome back!" xN

"Brother Zhimeng, let me carry your things for you!"

"Me! I help too!"

Facing a group of enthusiastic little radishheads, Zhimeng did not refuse, but gave them some light things. Seeing the happy smiles of the children who successfully helped share the weight, Zhimeng also laughed.

Then, surrounded by the children, he entered the yard, greeted the nurses one by one with a smile, and accepted everyone's warm welcome and various concerns.

In this regard, Zhimeng always said that he is doing well outside, and the new part-time job pays a lot, so everyone doesn't have to worry about it.

After walking down the road like this, when Zhimeng walked to the corridor outside the hospital, the things in his hands had already been taken by other people and put them where they should be put.

Finally, Zhimeng saw an elderly man in a dark kimono sitting in the corridor with tea beside him.

Seeing the old man's benevolent gaze, Zhimeng paused, but soon smiled brightly, approached briskly, and sat beside her.

Then, still like when he was a child, he wrapped his hands around the waist of the mother-in-law, gently placed himself in the arms of the old man, closed his eyes slightly, and spoke with a nostalgic expression.

"Mom, I'm back."

The old man smiled, stretched out his wrinkled palms, and stroked the boy's head like countless times before.

"Ah, Zhimengmeng, welcome back."

The scene in the corridor was the same as back then.

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Welcome back, this will always be your home.