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

The next day, the three Dream Weavers handed in their mission report.

It's one of those reports that, believe it or not, that's how we write it anyway.

Ye Mozhengdao doesn't care about this, anyway, he is not the one who wants to read the report, he just needs to ensure that the students write it.

As for whether the higher-ups will be dissatisfied with this mission report, that is their business. Anyway, as long as it is about Gojo Satoru, the higher-ups can only be incompetent and furious every time.

So, after cooperating and handing in the report, Zhimeng continued to review for tomorrow's exam.

But the college does not mean that the exam will be tomorrow, and before the exam, students will only focus on their studies, and the rest can be left behind.

On the contrary, even if there is an exam tomorrow, the tasks that should be done today still need to be completed.

So, I went to the class all morning. I don't know if the senior management is not satisfied with their task report, or because there is a shortage of people in the magic circle. They were notified to do the task before they had time to eat lunch.

Because of guessing the reason why the beads recovered their energy last night, the three of them did not dislike the task at this time, but were eager to verify their guesses.

Before leaving, Zhimeng's knife was cut off by Wujo Wu last time, this time he took the knife that Wujo Wu gave him before, and at the same time he took the bead——

When they were discussing how to carry it more safely and conveniently last night, Zhimeng tried it with the light pink ribbon tied to the bouquet when buying flowers, and successfully passed through the transparent glass beads without holes.

It's amazing that it can be threaded without holes.

But it is easy to carry after threading the thread. After confirming that the beads will not fall off, Xia Youjie tied the pink thin ribbon with beads on Zhimeng's left wrist, which is carried by Zhimeng by default. Gojo Wu he trusted Weaving Dreams more.

The main reason is that Xia Youjie still thinks that weaving dreams is more reliable after experiencing the experience of wanting to change venues to fight and then changing them to another world.

As for why it wasn't him...Xia Youjie simply felt that compared to his tall and strong figure, the slim and delicate Weaving Dream matched the combination of pink ribbon and glass beads better, and it wasn't as strange to wear as him.

Wujo Wu has no objection to this, after all, the person who picked up the beads at that time was Zhimeng. What he has objection is that Xia Youjie's hands are too fast, and he tied the bracelet for Zhimeng first.

But afterwards, he was easily coaxed by Zhimeng with chocolate bars.

Getting back to the topic, after the preparations were completed, they got into the auxiliary supervisor's car and left.

After solving an ugly curse spirit with a strength of about two levels, taking advantage of the surrounding tents, which are only for their convenience, the three of them got together to observe the changes of the beads.

"It seems that nothing has changed?"

It seems that Zhimeng can't see the difference between the beads with the naked eye.

Xia Youjie guessed: "Is the method wrong?"

"No, the beads have regained a little energy." Gojo Satoru, who took off his sunglasses and carefully observed the beads with his six eyes, gave the reason.

"There should be nothing wrong with the method. This curse spirit is too weak, and there is no way for it to recover its full energy."

"But last time it all recovered at once." Zhimeng was confused: "Could it be the difference between ordinary people and curse spirits who do good deeds? Ordinary people have a better recovery effect on beads?"

Xia Youjie pondered for a moment: "The curse spirit is born from the negative emotions of ordinary people, so it makes sense..."

All in all, a bit disappointed with how quickly the beads regenerate energy.

"Recover slowly, don't we still need spells and time?"

Gojo Satoru quickly saw it away. After all, beads are very special magic tools that can be rated as super-medium-class. If he can restore full energy casually, he will be more vigilant.

It's good to have restrictions.

Although he was also a little strange, why did the energy recovery bead recover quickly after running out of energy?

Or is it that there is something wrong with the people they do good deeds-the people they beat? ? ?

Or is there another reason they don't know about?

But when Gojo Wu said this, Zhimeng and Xia Youjie found that they seemed impatient.

In fact, they were not in a hurry to go to another world or something... After realizing this, the two quickly recovered their mentality.

Glancing at the white-haired boy who rarely spoke human words, Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes slightly: "It turns out that Wu can also speak well."

Thinking about it this way, the other party is usually so irritating on purpose.

Regarding this, the white-haired boy seemed to have not heard, reached out his hand to weaving dream, and suggested: "The snacks are finished, let's go and replenish some."

Play stupid, and then change the subject, once a set of behavior is familiar, you can't be more familiar.

Xia Youjie: ...Sure enough, it was on purpose!

The anger value soared instantly!

"Okay." Zhimeng, who was successfully transferred from the topic, said with a smile: "There should be many new flavors of snacks on the market, let's try them all."

"Candy, and candy must not be less!"

As he spoke, the white-haired boy walked forward with Zhimeng naturally.

"Candy, I have to prepare some more candy for Jie..."

Thinking of Jie, Zhimeng turned around and greeted: "Let's go Jie, let's go buy the materials for making candies~"

With just one sentence, the black-haired ball-headed boy lost his anger, regained his smile, and strode after him.

"Ah, here we come."

The three walked shoulder to shoulder again, talking and laughing.

"Tsk, why is Zhimeng's craftsmanship so terrible? I also want to eat the candy made by Zhimeng..."

"If you don't dare to eat, don't dislike other people's craftsmanship. This is your own problem..."

"I don't know why my craftsmanship is like this, Wu, you better not force yourself to eat, you are different from Jie..."

"Speaking of which, the craft of weaving dreams seems to be tailor-made for me..."

"Thinking about it this way, it really makes me even more uncomfortable..."

"Are you going to fight, Wu?"

"Just hit!"

……

After a happy task time, the current first-year DKs will soon usher in the necessary exams for students.

Because the exam is not very important, the teachers have very low requirements, so when there is a task during the exam time, the DKs will naturally give up the exam to complete the task.

Curses appear in different places and have different reasons for their birth, so their strengths will naturally be different.

For example, this time, calling them out of the exam, the result is to deal with a few little four-level teeny-heads or something-even if they are now very keen on expelling curses in order to charge the beads, but this really still makes them People feel a little hot!

——This kind of feeling of showing off your superiority as if no matter how strong you are, you still have to obey their orders, it really makes people extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention Wutiaowu, who was already bad-tempered, even Zhimeng and Xia Youjie, who were usually more tempered, felt a subtle sense of discomfort.

"All this time..." Organized the language, Zhimeng asked his question: "Who are the high-level people in the magic world?"

"Of course it's those old men who rely on their elders to sell their elders and refuse to let go of their rights." The white-haired boy sneered and explained to him in a disdainful tone.

"It's like a bunch of rotten oranges."

"So that's how it is." Weaving Meng suddenly understood: "Because the senior management is generally aging, has the thinking also rotted?"

Just like the current situation, the three of them have clearly shown their unlimited potential, and they are the next generation of the magic world. The normal high-level people should be pleasantly surprised to train them well, so as to strengthen the magic power of the future. The art world to protect more ordinary people.

But the current high-level, perhaps because of their own aging and rotten thinking, feel jealous and jealous of the young generation with unlimited potential.Both wanting to control them and fearing that they will get out of control have created this situation.

It seems that the higher-ups sent them to do such trivial tasks as cleaning up garbage just because they were dissatisfied with their perfunctory mission reports.

It seems to be humiliating, while giving them a warning and warning, it is also showing their rights.

In this way, I am really not afraid that their rebellious psychology will become more serious.

Rao Xia Youjie felt at this moment that even though Gotjo Satoru was as venomous as ever, the words used to describe the high-level people were too apt.

"It turns out that the high-level has decayed?"

To be honest, Xia Youjie was a little disappointed.

He has always felt that having the ability to exorcise curses is to protect ordinary people and protect the weak from harm.

However, it seems that other than him, other people don't think so. Even the high-level people who will use their own rights to warn them if they have done nothing wrong, can they really be some kind of existence whose mission is to protect ordinary people?

"It doesn't matter." The white-haired boy pushed away his sunglasses and stared at his friends with those sky-like blue eyes.

"Because, in the future, we will definitely replace them, won't we?"

Seeing the flamboyant and confident smile of their friend, Zhimeng and Xia Youjie couldn't help but laugh too.

"Yes, we will replace them in the future."

"We are the future of the magic world."

No matter how those high-level people are, there is one thing that will never compare to them——

That is age.

Whether physically or mentally, they are so young and fresh, with a bright future.

But the high-level people are already old and decayed.

So it is doomed that one day, they will eliminate those rotten existences and create a new future!

The teenagers who have never experienced failure and wind and rain are so confidently believing that such a future will definitely exist.

Because of too frequent tasks, all three of Zhimeng were on the list of make-up exams, and they were still the ones that took up weekends for make-up exams.

So, on Friday afternoon, when they were finally able to rest, before Wujo Wujo and Xia Youjie pulled him to play games online, Zhimeng first called the dean's mother.

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

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"Everything is fine here, mom, how is your health? I'm not around, mom has to take care of herself."

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"Of course, it's not the first day I take care of myself..."

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"Recently, there are a lot of tasks, but they are all simple and easy to complete, but it is a waste of time, and the exam has been forced to be postponed..."

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"Because the exam took up Saturday, I can only go back in the evening. Mom, don't worry about me..."

……

Standing by the window, Zhimeng chatted with the dean's mother on the other side of the phone with a smile on her face, talking about the recent situation.

At the end of the chat, Zhimeng heard an old voice from the phone asking: "Is Zhimeng happy recently?"

"Happy." The long-haired boy replied without hesitation.

"So, do you feel happy?"

Zhimeng was startled, turned around subconsciously, and saw two people playing the game with the game sound turned off, not even making a sound.

The smile deepened unconsciously, and Zhimeng heard herself answering softly: "Mom, I can understand a little bit now."

You will be happy when you see it, you will be satisfied when you are together, give him tolerance, and make him feel carefree and relaxed——

He doesn't understand what so-called happiness feels like, and he doesn't understand what other people's happiness feels like.

But if he is happy, it should be like this.I want to continue without feeling bored.

A laugh came from the phone: "Really, then mom can rest assured."

"Well, don't worry, Mom." Zhimeng looked back and looked up at the blue sky outside the window: "I have grown up."

He is no longer the kid who didn't understand anything.

He has grown up and learned how to be a normal person, and his mother can no longer worry about him.

So, he repeated again: "Mom, I have grown up, you can rest assured."

On the other side of the phone, after a moment of silence, a relieved voice came: "Well, Mom is relieved."

Zhimeng also happily said: "I will go back tomorrow night, mom remember to wait for me!"

The phone call ended here, the game sound rang in due course, and the greeting also came.

"Come on, weaving dream, open a copy~"

Zhimeng put away the phone, turned around and responded with a smile: "Here we come!"

Because there will be a make-up exam tomorrow, it will inevitably affect the exam tomorrow due to lack of energy. Zhimeng and the others didn't play games for too long, so it is rare for them to go to bed early.

That night, Zhimeng had a strange dream——

In the dream, he returned to his childhood.

Still in the corridor in the backyard, the old man held a book in his hand, taught him to read word by word, and explained the meaning of it.

"What is alive - the birds in the sky, the flowers and plants on the ground, and you and me now, we are all alive."

"What is death--flowers and plants are pulled out of the earth, someone does not wake up from sleep, this is death."

The young Zhimeng nodded with a vague understanding, and asked curiously: "Mom, will I die? Will you die?"

"When everyone gets old, they will meet death." The old man looked at him lovingly, and did not fool him casually by thinking that he was still a child.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws of life, and no one can escape."

A young child can't understand it, but that doesn't stop him from being curious about it.

"Then mother, if we die, where will we go?"

"Well, mom doesn't know about it either." The old man simply admitted his ignorance without pretending to understand.

"After all, my mother is still alive and has never died."

Zhimeng nodded understandingly, and then asked again: "If my mother died, would I cry? But why should I cry?"

As the young child spoke, he showed an innocent smile, and he didn't realize how terrible he said: "If my mother dies, can I laugh? Doesn't my mother like me to laugh the most?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then replied with a smile: "Yes."

"If Zhimengmeng is happy about it after I die, just laugh."

"No matter what, mom likes weaving dreams with a smile."

"Forever, I love Zhimengmeng."

……

Outside the dream, in the middle of the night, the boy fell into a sweet dreamland.

In the dim room, no one noticed that the beads on the boy's wrist were emitting a faint white light.

And it will absorb all the unknown existences that come through the wall like smoke and mist.

The next day, Zhimeng woke up energetically, until he left the dormitory, greeted his friends and went to the cafeteria to eat together, and then went to the classroom to make up the exam, he was in a good mood.

"Zhimeng has been in a good mood today." On the way, Xia Youjie asked curiously: "Did something happy happen?"

"Yeah." Zhimeng replied with a bright smile: "I dreamed about my mother last night, and I am very happy today."

"I dreamed about Zhimeng last night." The white-haired boy joined the topic and said excitedly: "Dream Zhimeng said that I was the most handsome and strongest, and then abandoned the miserable Jie and formed a team with me to become the strongest I love beans!"

Xia Youjie chuckled at him: "It's broad daylight, what are you daydreaming about?"

Then, he resolutely ignored the white-haired boy, and continued to chat with Zhimeng: "So is Zhimeng dreamed of being praised? So happy."

"There should be." The long-haired boy said with some uncertainty: "I can't remember clearly after waking up."

"It's normal not to remember clearly." The black-haired ball-headed boy affirmed, and mocked someone who was talking nonsense by the way: "It's strange that I really remember so clearly."

The white-haired boy who was connoted refused to accept: "I really dreamed of Weaving Dreams!"

"Do you still remember dreaming about what I was doing?"

"Can not remember!"

"Didn't someone say it so clearly just now?"

"Who? Was anyone talking just now?"

"...To understand you, you are really shameless!"

……

The noise of fighting disappeared in the classroom, Jia Ru Niuzi did not miss the exam, so there were only three of them in the classroom, and the invigilator Noctua Zhengdao.

After distributing the test papers, Noctua Moth sat on the podium, making his spell skeleton, and supervised the students below to take the exam honestly.

The bell suddenly rang in the quiet classroom, and everyone looked at the source of the bell.

Zhimeng was startled, looked down at the cell phone in the drawer, and found that it was the dean's mother calling.

But why did his mother call him during the exam?

"I'm sorry, teacher, please let me answer the phone." Sudden inexplicably, Zhimeng answered the phone directly in the classroom for the first time regardless of the rules.

"Moses Moses—what!"

Zhimeng stood up in a daze, and the chair made a screeching sound across the floor.

But Zhimeng didn't seem to realize it, listening to the crying sound on the phone, for a moment, there was an illusion of being in a dream.

"Weaving Dreams, the dean's mother, she...she passed away..."

For a moment, it seemed that something invisible had collapsed.

***

We always think that we still have time, a lot of time—

But in the end, it's just what we think.

But reality is not what we think it is.