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

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Afterwards, Xia Youjie was the first to come back to his senses, picked up the handkerchief, and smiled kindly at Gojo Satoru.

"Come on, Wu, I'll wipe your sweat!"

Almost instantly, Wujo realized goosebumps all over his body, stepped back four or five steps quickly, and expressed his deep rejection with actions: "No, no, don't come here!"

"Isn't Wu asking for the same treatment?" Xia Youjie smiled even more, and strode closer with a friendly face: "I will satisfy Wu's wish!"

In response, Gojo Satoru turned his head and ran away.

"Don't come here, you!!!"

"Don't run, Wu, I'm here to fulfill your wish!"

Xia Youjie smiled all over his face, and chased after him without hesitation.

The satisfaction of writing is confirmed with actions, and it is read as an act of persecution.

Zhimeng was stroking the cat in the middle, and two teenagers, one black and one white, chased and circled around him, Zhimeng couldn't help laughing watching it.

Ah, Wu and Jie have such a good relationship, this is a sincere friendship!

Then if he was not careful, he became Gojo Satoru's shield.

The white-haired boy suddenly ran behind Zhimeng, grabbed Zhimeng and stood in front of him, moving left and right in an attempt to go around Zhimeng and chase Xia Youjie.

"Hey, you can't make it through, Jie!"

Seeing that the black-haired ball-headed boy couldn't break through the line of defense for a while, Gojo Satoru was immediately proud.

Xia Youjie stopped, seemingly helpless, but laughed and said, "Isn't this the same treatment that Wu asked for?"

"I want Sassafras Zhimeng, not you!" Gojo Satoru retorted.

"That's not what you said just now." The black-haired ball head added with a smile: "Also, is there any difference between I rub and Zhimeng rub? Aren't they all sassafras?"

Gojo Wuli said bluntly: "Of course there is a difference, who wants Jieza who is covered in sweat!"

"So Enlightenment despises me?" The black-haired ball-headed boy sighed, showing a disappointed look.

"I don't dislike Satoru's sweaty body..."

Faced with this loss, Zhimeng hurriedly comforted him: "Jie doesn't stink, I've already wiped off the sweat!"

Then, he said to the white-haired young man behind him: "Wu, come out quickly, and let Jie wipe it for you?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head resolutely: "No, I absolutely don't want Jiecha!"

Zhimeng wanted to persuade him again, but Xia Youjie suddenly changed his tune and said, "If you don't want to wipe it, forget it."

Then, the black-haired ball-headed boy looked at Zhimeng with a gentle smile: "Just now I worked hard on the watch, let me wipe Zhimeng's sweat."

"no!"

Gojo Satoru rushed out suddenly, snatched the handkerchief, and glared at him by the way.

"This is mine, the handkerchief Zhimeng gave me!"

So Jie, how can you take the handkerchief that Zhimeng gave me to offer courtesy to Zhimeng!

I didn't expect you to be such a Jay!

Thinking angrily, the white-haired boy simply wiped his face with a handkerchief.

Zhimeng couldn't help laughing at Gojo Satoru who was still wiping off his own sweat after entanglement to the end.

He stuffed the cat in his arms to Xia Youjie again, approached the grieving and aggrieved white-haired boy with a smile, took the handkerchief in his hand, and wiped his sweat carefully.

"Okay, okay, don't be unhappy."

Putting away the handkerchief casually, Zhimeng suggested: "We have passed the physical skill competition, shall we practice the spell power?"

The three-flowered cat who was honestly being hugged and petted by the teenagers had a flash of light in his eyes.

"How to practice?" Xia Youjie asked with interest.

"That's it—" Zhimeng took a few steps to the pier, and in front of him was the vast ocean.

The long-haired boy in a shirt smiled and stretched out his index finger. The azure mantra swirled and condensed at the fingertips, and he flung it out lightly.

In the next moment, the small mana ball flicked past the sea surface, leaving ripples, and finally exploded on the distant sea surface, splashing waves.

However, in the eyes of the three-flowered cat who couldn't see the magic power, the long-haired boy stretched out his index finger and flicked it, and a wave of waves broke out on the sea not far away.

The pupils of the Sanhua cat shrunk.

"Ten, it seems that there are no hands-on ones yet." After counting the number of times the magic spirit ball jumped, Zhimeng turned around and smiled at the two of them: "It's just a waste of time, have Wu and Jie played before?"

"I've played it a few times." Gojo Satoru also walked to the beach, eager to gather his mana power: "But I've never tried to play like this before."

After saying that, he threw out the condensed spell ball.

The magic ball bounced a few times on the sea surface, and then exploded violently, splashing a wave.

"Tsk, there are only eight of them, and they are not stable." Gojo Satoru was a little dissatisfied.

Weaving Dream praised: "It's the first time I play, eight is already very good."

You must know that condensing the magic ball seems simple, but it is not easy.If you're not careful, it will explode at your fingertips before you fling it out.

Only those who are skilled in mana manipulation can successfully condense a mana ball that will not explode at the fingertips, and this is only a prerequisite.Later, you need to control when the thrown spell ball will explode, how powerful it is, etc., all of which require a very fine control ability over one's own spell power.

Moreover, when using the magic ball to float in the water, the friction and impact force between the ball and the water surface is also the cause of the premature explosion of the magic ball.If you want the spell ball to play more water drift, you need the creator to control the spell power more finely.

From the above, it can be seen that Wujo Wuneng can make eight floats when using this technique for the first time, which is already very powerful.

"I'll try it too."

The black-haired ball-headed boy stepped onto the pier with a smile, holding the cat in one hand, and with the other palm slightly upwards, a black magic ball appeared.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide: "Wait, Jie--"

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Youjie had already thrown the magic ball in Xia Youjie's hand like a stone.

One, two, three, four... After eleven water drifts, the curse spirit ball turned into an ugly curse spirit, appeared on the sea surface and fell into the sea, then turned around and swam towards the shore.

Xia Youjie watched, then retracted the curse spirit, and said with a smile: "Eleven, it seems that I won."

Dream weaving: ...

Gojo Satoru: "—You cheated!"

Slightly opening and squinting his eyes, the black-haired ball-headed boy looked a little surprised: "But, Zhimeng didn't say that you can't use the magic ball."

Gojo Satoru immediately looked at Zhimeng, seeking to deny it.

However, Zhimeng was silent for a moment, and replied dryly: "Ah... I really didn't say anything."

The magic power ball and the magic spirit ball both have magic power in essence, so they should be similar... right?

"Jie can control the timing of the appearance of the curse spirit, which is obviously cheating!" The white-haired boy was very dissatisfied immediately: "Since Jie can cheat with spells, then I can use it too!"

As he said that, he shot out towards the sea.

Then, a huge explosion sounded, and at the same time as a big crater appeared on the sea surface, a wave rushed towards the pier——

In the next second, the three people and one cat on the shore were washed into drowned chickens by the big waves.

A Drowning Chicken Weaving Dreams: ...

Soup Chicken Xia Youjie: ...

Drenched Chicken Sanhuamao: ...

The only surviving Gojo Satoru: "Ahahaha you are too weak!"

The white-haired boy, who successfully avoided the baptism of the waves by relying on the infinite spell, laughed wantonly, not caring about the sudden change of eyes of his friends.

Zhimeng let go of the struggling Sanhuamao in her arms, and let it run up to a high place, flicking its hair wildly.

Looking at each other with Xia Youjie, the two of them smiled and held Wujo Wu's arm, while he was still laughing——

"Hahaha... what are you doing—"

"Pfft!"

The three jumped into the sea together, and the only surviving Gojo Satoru was successfully captured, and became a drowned chicken bathing in the sea like everyone else.

"It's better to be alone than to be happy together, let's be happy together~"

Zhimeng had the same smile as usual, but the action of splashing water on the white-haired boy was merciless.

"That's right, how can Wujo be excluded from such a happy thing?" Xia Youjie seconded with a smile, and a wave of waves rushed towards Wujo Wu when he raised his hand.

The white-haired boy wiped the seawater off his face and complained, "You guys are taking revenge!"

"It's already wet anyway, let's have fun~"

"Weaving Dream is right, let's play together, Wu!"

"Just play and play, eat me with a wave of punches..."

"Look at me, wave shield..."

"It's my turn, Taotao Hailang..."

……

Standing on the high container, Sanhuamao watched the three people frolicking below, and a faint smile flashed in the cat's eyes.

Then, the three-flowered cat shook the water droplets on its body again, turned around and ran away.

When the naive teenagers finished their games and went ashore, Zhimeng couldn't help but sneezed when the sea breeze blew.

Xia Youjie wanted to lend him his coat, but he had to give up as soon as he touched the wet clothes.

Oops, playing carelessly...

"You can't Zhimeng, your body is too weak." The white-haired boy who was also wet had a distaste on his mouth, but he took a step forward to block the direction of the wind, and protected the long-haired boy on his broad back.

Xia Youjie looked at Zhimeng worriedly, and suggested: "Let's go back and change clothes first."

"Ah!" Zhimeng couldn't hold back and slapped again. His wet long hair was hanging down on his face, and he felt uncomfortable, but he still couldn't help but retort: ​​"I'm fine, but my nose is a little itchy."

He thought it was okay, not as weak as they thought.

"Okay, you're fine." Xia Youjie greeted with a smile, then untied his ball head, took off the rubber band and approached Zhimeng, and tied his long hair that was wet on his cheeks behind his head in two or three strokes.

"But even if it's okay, we have to go back and change clothes, it's too uncomfortable to wear wet."

This is the reason, so the teenagers who came out to play one game after another, didn't even go shopping in the street, and went straight back to the restaurant.

When they went back, the restaurant owner happened to be eating.

Seeing that Zhimeng and three people went out clean and tidy early in the morning, and now they came back in a wet mess, they were all surprised and asked them why, whether they were bullied or something.

Zhimeng and Xia Youjie smiled awkwardly.

How can anyone bully them, it's all because of their internal fighting...

Gojo Satoru didn't have this kind of trouble anymore, he happily showed off to the restaurant owner and children who were worried about them: "We went to the beach to have a water fight, and I won in the end!"

Zhimeng and Xia Youjie were silent.

Really, they were really not surprised that Wu Neng said it so directly.

Restaurant owner and children: ...It's really useless to worry.

"Haven't you eaten lunch yet?" The honest middle-aged man tolerated the mischievousness of the teenagers, and said with a kind smile, "Go take a shower and change your clothes, and you will be able to eat later when you come down."

"Well, thank you boss~"

After thanking them, the three of them left first and went upstairs.

The corridor on the second floor of this two-story building is very narrow, and there is only one bathroom for washing, and the three of them can only wash one by one.

Having seen Zhimeng sneezing before, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie naturally asked Zhimeng to wash first.

During the period, when she took out her pocket, Zhimeng harvested a handful of soaked banknotes and equally wet beads.

Xia Youjie took over the management of them, urged Zhimeng to take a bath first, and took Wutiao Wu to dry the banknotes separately.

In short, there is no damage, and it should be able to continue to be used after drying.

After the three of them cleaned themselves in turn, they changed into their black college/uniforms at the same time.

The children downstairs who were waiting for them to come down couldn't help being stunned when they saw the three people walking in neatly dressed.

"Wow, big brother, are you a mafia!"

Xingsuke looked at them with bright eyes: "It looks so handsome!"

"No." Zhimeng denied with a smile: "It's just school uniforms, we're not some kind of mafia."

The owner of the restaurant who cooked for them that night had seen them before, so he smiled and greeted them to eat.

After dinner, there were no customers in the restaurant, so the owner of the restaurant took out a few boxes of fruit from the kitchen refrigerator, planning to make some great blessings for afternoon snacks for the children, including the three dreamers.

Naturally, Xia Youjie wouldn't let him do it alone, so he tied up his half-dry hair casually, got up and went into the kitchen to help together.

Zhimeng wanted to help together, but Gojo Satoru was really afraid of his craftsmanship, so he pulled Zhimeng and refused to let him go.

The white-haired boy tried to divert his attention: "Let's tell the little ghosts a story!"

Weaving Dream: "...I'll wash some fruit for you."

"The soul of Daifuku is the fruit!" Gojo Satoru almost said that you should stop harming food.

After thinking about it, he insisted: "The little ghosts said they want to hear your story, right, little ghosts?"

The children who were gestured with their eyes: "...Yes, Brother Yun."

Well, looking at Brother Wutiao, you will know how terrifying Brother Yun's craftsmanship is, so they better not be curious.

I really never expected that such a gentle person like Brother Yun turned out to be the legendary kitchen killer...

"Okay." Zhimeng sighed, anyway, he was not stopped by everyone from entering the kitchen once or twice, he should get used to it.

However, thinking about it carefully, it seems quite interesting to see everyone racking their brains to prevent him from entering the kitchen... Weaving Dream regained consciousness and told the story to the children around him.

"I read this in a book before and thought it was very educational. I learned Chinese by myself to read the original version. Let me tell you about it now..."

Zhimeng then told them about a boy who was gentle and kind by nature, and whose dream was to be a genius doctor who could save the world. , successfully blackened and turned into a big villain BOSS to destroy the world, the story that everyone who bullied him regretted it.

Gojo Satoru and the children were silent when they heard this.

Weaving Meng asked here, still unsatisfied: "How is it, have you realized anything?"

"...Good people don't get rewarded?" Gojo Satoru was rarely serious: "Isn't this a story that little ghosts should listen to?"

It's too hell!

"How?" Zhimeng asked in surprise, "Isn't this telling us not to do bad things, to be a good person, and to prevent retaliation after doing bad things?"

The children looked at him with wooden faces: "No, we don't want to be good people after listening to it."

This story sounds like a good example of good people not being rewarded. It's too miserable for the protagonist.

"Isn't this a story that will make everyone a good person in the future?" Zhimeng was shocked.

Gojo Satoru confirmed that their previous guess was correct, and Zhimeng didn't mean to pretend to be a fool to deceive them.

It's really because of some aspects, the brain circuit of weaving dreams is far from that of ordinary people, and it has its own logic.

Sighing silently, Gojo Satoru suggested: "Let's tell fairy tales."

Even some fairy tales that seem to be thought carefully and frighteningly sound more than the stories of Weaving Dreams!

"Okay." The audience didn't like it, Zhimeng could only regretfully change the fairy tale.

"Then let's tell the story of Snow White..."

After hearing the traditional Snow White story, in which the good guy is rewarded and the bad guy is punished, the children finally emerge from the shadow of the previous black mud story.

"Tell me one more time, Brother Yun, tell me another one!"

When Zhimeng tells fairy tales with a gentle voice, the voice is really beautiful and healing, and the children can't help but want to hear another one.

"Okay, I'll tell you another one, and then I'll talk about it for Wu Wu." Zhimeng naturally satisfied them, and continued to tell the story of Cinderella after drinking saliva to moisten her throat.

It’s not too big, but it’s better in a clean and tidy restaurant. Four or five children and two teenagers sit around the dining table, obediently listening to the teenagers take turns telling stories, and immersing themselves in it.

After some time, the owner of the restaurant and Xia Youjie prepared desserts and drinks such as Daifuku and brought them out, and joined their story tea party together.

The clear voice of the teenager and the laughter of the children sounded from time to time, and the occasional bickering seemed so warm.

The time is slightly drunk, and the atmosphere is just right.

Until a group of uninvited guests in gray clothes and live ammunition pushed the door in, breaking the beauty——

"Are you the one Oda Sakunosuke wants to protect?"

After the words fell, they fired guns at the obviously older restaurant owner and the three teenagers without hesitation——

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Goodness will eventually be broken, just like tenderness will always be hurt.