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

Due to accidental drunkenness, the follow-up schedule in the afternoon can only be regrettably given up.

After saying hello, Jiarui Nitzi and Mingming finally ended their drunken madness, and An Geji, who finally fell asleep, left first.

Zhimeng and Wutiaowu also fell asleep, Xia Youjie was a bit reluctant to take them back to the college by himself, so he didn't insist, but simply stayed in the private room and waited for them to wake up.

Even if one of the two can wake up at night, the latter one will be easy to take.

If the two are brought together, he still can't do it alone.

If no one wakes up at night - Xia Youjie sighed looking at Zhimeng sleeping in his arms, and Wujo Wu who was sleeping soundly while holding Zhimeng.

Then they can only spend one night in the private room.

However, Xia Youjie couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of the two of them who passed out after only drinking a little wine.

When drinking, one is more active than the other, and the drunk is faster than the other. Even the diva seniors who are not good at drinking and drinking are no match. Who gave them the courage to drink?

As for why they didn't ask the waiter to serve hangover soup—although Zhimeng and Wu were drunk, they did drink only half a glass of wine, so it's a bit shameful to call it hangover soup.

Moreover, even if they were asked to deliver wine-relief soup, he might not be able to feed them the two of them sleeping soundly now.

So after Xia Youjie thought about it, he let them wake up naturally.The big deal is to sleep in the private room for one night, anyway, there will be no classes tomorrow weekend.

Thinking of this, Xia Youjie also felt a little drowsy looking at the two sleeping soundly.

After he couldn't help but yawned, the black-haired boy didn't hold back, and kept holding Zhimeng, bowed his head and closed his eyes.

After a while, only the sound of breathing remained in the confined private room.

Zhimeng woke up in a daze, feeling as warm and comfortable as holding a big heater, and wrapped him up, giving him unspeakable peace of mind.

He moved his head, rubbed the stove that made him feel at ease, and didn't think much of it.

But the tightness coming from the waist behind him can't be ignored, it's a little sore and uncomfortable.

Opening his eyes slightly, he saw something blurry in front of him, and he couldn't see what it was.

Blinking repeatedly, and yawning again, Zhimeng, who didn't quite remember, finally woke up.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of his own furry white head around his waist, and then looked at some familiar colors of clothes in front of him. Zhimeng finally realized belatedly what the stove he was holding was.

——It turned out to be Jie!

Dream weaving suddenly.

No wonder it's so warm.

Thinking of this, Zhimeng slowly let go of the hand holding Jie, and carefully removed it from the arms of the black-haired ball-headed boy, intending to rescue his sore waist from Wu's hand first.

However, when he moved like this, Xia Youjie, who had fallen asleep holding him, was awakened immediately.

The dark-haired boy who was awakened had clear and sharp eyes, not at all like someone who just woke up, and Zhimeng, who met his gaze, was startled.

Jay is getting weird...

And the dark-haired boy's piercing gaze, when he saw the familiar face close at hand, the momentary shock and disbelief made him widen his slender eyes.

The purple eyes trembled, and the pupils trembled as well.

Zhimeng regained consciousness from the momentary weirdness, and saw the black-haired boy looking at him as if he had seen a ghost (fog), and couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong with you? Jie?"

It's really strange, Jay!

Then, Zhimeng saw the strange Jie in his eyes, as if stung by his voice, a watery luster appeared in his wide-open purple pupils instantly.

Let go of one of the hands that were holding him, the strong palm is almost trembling, no, it's just trembling and caressing his face.

Zhimeng could clearly feel his trembling palms, saw his flushed eye sockets, and felt the scorching gaze that made him feel uncomfortable, and stopped the movement that he wanted to dodge.

Inexplicably, Zhimeng had the feeling that if he dodged, the person in front of him would cry instantly.

A sense of everything was wrong, which made him feel suffocated and uncomfortable in the face of the dean's mother's tombstone, and it just lingered on the black-haired boy, causing Zhimeng to suddenly change what he originally wanted to say.

"If you want to cry, just cry."

Reaching out to cover the trembling big hand on his face, Zhimeng showed him a gentle smile: "It feels comfortable to cry."

Although he didn't quite understand what happened to Jie, but when he was so uncomfortable last time, he cried a lot after being pinched by Nitzi and the others, and he felt much better afterwards.

So, facing the black-haired boy who seemed to be similar to him in those few days, Zhimeng suggested.

Then the next moment, Zhimeng returned to that warm and reassuring embrace.

"Weaving dreams..."

The person who hugged him tightly even called him tremblingly, just hugged him so tightly, as if the other person would disappear if he let go.

"Weaving dreams..."

Zhimeng blinked in bewilderment, but still answered.

"I'm here, Jay."

The person who hugged him trembled all over, and continued to call: "Weaving Meng——"

"I'm here."

Although she still didn't quite understand what was going on with Jie, Zhimeng was keenly aware of the other party's anxiety, so she reached out to caress his back and patted him to comfort him.

"I'm here, Jay."

A cautious call came from my ear again: "...weaving dreams?"

Weaving Dream once again gave a positive response: "I am here, I have always been here, Jie."

The black-haired boy didn't make another sound, but just hugged him so tightly, as if hugging his whole world.

The person seemed to be calmed down, but Zhimeng was more and more confused.

However, the most important thing right now is——

"Jay, can you let me go first?"

Sensing the soreness coming from the waist, Zhimeng couldn't help but said: "My waist is about to break!"

The head on his waist... Wu He is really heavy! ! !

The black-haired boy woke up like a dream, and when he looked down, he saw an unsightly white head on the waist of the man in his arms.

After hesitating for less than a tenth of a second, he decisively reached out and picked up the collar of the white head before throwing it away.

There was a bang, as if the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Coupled with the pulling sensation from the waist just now, Zhimeng, who was obediently buried in the arms of the black-haired boy, fell silent for a moment, then immediately broke free from his embrace and looked towards the place where the heavy object landed.

"Are you okay, Wu?"

Looking at the white-haired boy who was lying on the ground blankly, as if he hadn't reacted, and seemed to be stunned by the fall, Zhimeng couldn't help but glared at the person behind him who grabbed his shoulder again.

"Jie, you're hitting too hard."

It doesn't matter if you practice hard against each other, anyway, both of them are quite resistant to beatings, and there are still nitrates.But now that Wu was asleep and defenseless, it was a little too much for Jie to lose him like this.

Saying that, Zhimeng turned his head to see Wu's situation, but he was hugged tightly by someone again just as he turned his head, and he was forced to bury him deeply in the other's arms.

Zhimeng was confused by this sudden hug.

Then I heard the complicated call again: "... weaving dreams?"

"It's me." Zhimeng's head was covered with question marks.

"Dream weaving?"

"I'm here." Zhimeng couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed him, but of course he didn't push: "What's wrong with you? It suddenly became so strange!"

"Wu, let him go."

Zhimeng heard a familiar voice, it was Jie's voice.

Then came Wu's voice, full of determination: "Don't let go, absolutely don't let go!"

The voices of these two people sounded a bit like the feeling that they resisted fighting in the street when they were fighting and bickering everyday.

Jie continued: "You hug me too tightly."

Wu's voice became low and deep: "If it's not tight, what if it disappears?"

Zhimeng listened with question marks all over his face again. If the question marks could be realized, he would be buried alive by the question marks right now.

"What the hell are you talking about? Jie, Wu!"

As soon as this shout came out, the surroundings became quiet, and Wu who was holding him stiffened for a moment, and then Zhimeng heard his light voice.

"Are you dreaming? This dream is so real..."

Breathing slightly suffocated, Wu, who was always confident and arrogant, would say such uncertain words, Zhimeng suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest.

"You think it's a dream, then give me Weaving Dream."

It was Jie's voice, and the person holding him led him to change places.

The two seemed to be fighting, and took him with them.

"Enough of you guys!"

Zhimeng finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his head from the white-haired boy's chest, staring at the black-haired boy who punched him.

"This is someone else's shop, if you break it, you will have to pay for it!"

His words seem to have worked.

The black-haired boy stopped the fist aimed at the white-haired boy's head, and the white-haired boy no longer hugged Zhimeng to hide.

This time, not even a question mark can stop Zhimeng from leaving the person holding him.

"Weaving dreams..."

Ignoring that the white-haired boy instantly became pitiful, with an expression like an abandoned kitten, Zhimeng ruthlessly opened his hand and tried to hold his hand again.

Oh, and the black-haired boy stretched out his hand on the other side, knocked them all off, and opened his mouth with a serious face.

"You all sit down for me and don't move your hands or feet."

Facing Zhimeng's serious face and serious words, the two who had just started fighting after a disagreement, knelt and sat obediently in front of him.

It was the burning, ecstatic, and unconsciously crazy gaze in the eyes of the two of them, even if Zhimeng couldn't understand it, they couldn't help getting hairy all over, and subconsciously stepped back.

And then—"Crack, crack!"

"I said it all, don't do anything!"

"You can't move your feet! You can't fight each other!"

"Be honest, you guys!"

One of them glared, Zhimeng maintained a serious expression, trying to frighten off the dishonest actions of the two people in front of him.

The two teenagers, one black and one white, are well-behaved on the surface, but their hands and feet are more dishonest than the other. One accidentally grabbed Zhimeng or kicked each other.

Zhimeng was so tired from beating, his serious face was almost unsteady.

"You guys, what's the matter?" Zhimeng couldn't help asking after finally maintaining a safe distance.

"Suddenly it's weird..."

Thinking of something, Zhimeng's complexion changed: "Could it be that underage drinking will really damage your brain?"

Just like what he once heard from the nurse sister in the orphanage to the children who were curious about the taste of wine, if underage drinking alcohol will make your brains become dull after drinking... Isn't that the nurse sister who lied to the children? ! !

Weaving Meng was shocked: "Wu and Jie, have you really lost your mind from drinking?"

After the words fell, the two people on the opposite side who had been staring at him with strange scorching eyes couldn't help but die for a moment.

Then, the two suddenly laughed out loud.

"Ah, should it be said that weaving a dream?"

The white-haired boy covered his eyes with a smile, and the black-haired boy moistened his eyes with a smile.

Zhimeng looked at them, and other emotions faded inexplicably.After hesitating for a while, he said cautiously: "You guys, are you okay?"

Did you drink your brains out?Should he call [-]?

Zhimeng was caught in the entanglement of whether to speak out to comfort her first, or to send her to the hospital for emergency treatment first.

"It's okay." The black-haired boy smiled and never took his eyes off his figure.

"Maybe it's because I drank too much before and haven't sobered up yet."

"Yes." The white-haired boy agreed, and let go of his hand covering his eyes, his six blue eyes stared at him without blinking.

"It's just that the wine hasn't sobered up yet."

Zhimeng just looked at them like this, and the black-haired boy replied reassuringly: "Don't worry Zhimeng, we are awake now."

Taking a deep breath, Zhimeng took out the phone from his pocket when the two thought he was going to say something.

Two teenagers: ? ? ——!

"Moses, Moses, is it 119? That's right, two of my friends seem to have lost their brains when they drink—"

"Wait a minute weaving dreams! It's not like this!"

"We're fine, we're really fine, Zhimeng..."

……

The night is as cool as water, and the new moon is like an eyebrow.

In the deepest and most hidden place of Wujo old house, the light is like daylight, making the crystal below shine brighter and brighter.

Beside the long crystal coffin, the wine bottle fell on the floor, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and there were two people lying down on top of it.

After an unknown amount of time, the two lying on the ground trembled their eyelashes at the same time, and slowly woke up.

"Hiss—" Wujo Gou stood up straight, and the burning pain in his head made him gasp involuntarily.

On the other side, Xia Youjie also straightened up slowly, the hangover-like pain in his head and the smell of alcohol in the room made him frown uncontrollably.

Strange, did they drink so much? Xia Youjie opened his slender eyes as he inadvertently lowered his head.

"Weaving dreams!"

The shocked voice made Gojo Satoru look up excitedly, first he noticed Xia Youjie who seemed to be a teenager, and then followed his shocked gaze, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Weaving dreams!"

In the dreamlike transparent crystal coffin, wearing a snow-white kimono, with his hands folded on his abdomen, Zhimeng was lying in it with a peaceful expression.

Xia Youjie:! ! !

Gojo Satoru:! ! !

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Is this... a dream? ? !