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

The extremely angry Noctua Zhengdao grabbed the wig, and backhanded Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who dismantled the high school, with an iron fist of "one love, one love", and asked them to write a deep self-criticism.

Then when she turned around, she saw Zhimeng in the same women's attire——

Ye Mozheng said: ...Is it because he doesn't understand the young people nowadays?

Zhimeng quickly bowed: "I'm sorry teacher, I didn't stop Jie and Wu—"

Noctua Zhengdao interrupted him wearily: "I see, it's not your fault."

After all, he couldn't stop the two of them from fighting, otherwise the funding of the college wouldn't be so tight... The bulk of the expenditure was the training ground and some things that Jie and Wu often destroyed.

"Weaving Meng, you will be the supervisor, and let them write a good review for me!"

As soon as the words fell, the muscular Ye Mo teacher left angrily.

Zhimeng looked at the two people who were covering their heads with bad expressions, as well as the torn skirts on their bodies, and comforted them.

"Go back to the dormitory and change your clothes, you guys, Nitzi just left the house, I'll go to the infirmary to get you some medicine."

Wearing broken clothes is naturally not a good thing, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who had already lost face, obediently went back to the dormitory to change.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, May quickly turned, and June has already arrived.

During the period, at the end of May, Zhimeng, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie participated in the first-level conjurer assessment and passed successfully, getting rid of the annoying-sounding title of third-level conjurer.

No matter how frightening the achievement of the three first-year high school students who have become first-level magicians is, for the three Dreamweavers and the others, besides sounding nicer, the first-level magicians have successive tasks. There are also more and more.

At this point, the gap between them and ordinary male high school students is getting bigger and bigger——

Exam scores are still very important for male high school students in ordinary schools, but for the three Dreamweavers who have become first-level magicians, scores are no longer necessary.

The specific manifestation is that during the culture class, even if the three of them pass notes to each other at the bottom, or even sleep openly, the teacher on the podium pretends not to see it as if he was blind, and continues to teach his class.

The teacher speaks on the stage during class, and leaves the classroom after class. Homework is not assigned.

It seems that the class has become the teacher's own one-man show, which has nothing to do with the students in the audience.

In this regard, Zhimeng felt unspeakably subtle.

On the contrary, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie adapted quite well. They were more willing to go to the training ground to learn from each other or to go out on missions than in the classroom.

As for Niatz, Niatz has long since stopped taking lectures, and she is teaching herself medical knowledge.

It is said that it is convenient to go directly to the doctor qualification certificate after graduation, and then stay in the college to work.

"What about the university?" Zhimeng asked his soul: "Won't Nitro go to university?"

He found that there was no trace of university in Nitro's future plans.

Jia Ruozi was surprised at first, but then realized that Zhimeng was a magician halfway through, so he explained it to him.

"Graduate from a high school for four years. Generally, those who decide to become a magician after graduation will work directly after graduation. If they do not intend to continue to be a magician after graduation, they will return to the society of non-magicians. Or continue to go to university , or find other jobs to make a living in non-artist society."

Speaking of this, the girl with ear-length short hair paused and asked with a smile.

"So what about dream weaving? After graduation, do you plan to continue to be a magician, or return to the society of non-magicians?"

Weaving Meng was silent for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "Why does Nitzi say that magicians and non-magicians are two different existences?"

"In some respects, magicians and non-magicians are indeed two kinds of existence." Jiarui Glass did not deny his statement.

"Whether it's spell power or physical body, there's a big difference."

"But these are the most basic differences." The girl with ear-length short hair said to Zhimeng.

"It is undeniable that a non-magician who cannot see the existence of a magician cannot understand the world in the eyes of a magician."

Zhimeng was dumbfounded for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he continued to ask: "Can't you tell the non-magician about the existence of the curse spirit? After understanding the threat of the curse spirit, everyone should restrain some of their negative emotions, so that the spell spirit should decrease, right? "

Jia Ruozi laughed when he heard the words: "Weaving Dreams is so naive."

She looked at Zhimeng with an almost inclusive gaze and answered him.

"Some people may be restrained, but most of them will directly cause panic among non-magicians, which will lead to the birth of more spell spirits."

"Also, when everyone knows that curses can kill people, what will people with evil intentions do?"

There is no doubt that they will kill with curses.

Curses cause pain, and human pain breeds curses—and in this cycle, things only get worse.

Therefore, compared to such an uncontrollable future, it is better for the magic world to maintain the status quo of concealment.

Zhimeng pondered for a moment with downcast eyes, then raised them and smiled.

"After graduation, I plan to continue working as a magician."

"Sure enough, I still can't ignore the curse and hurt people."

Just like when I was young, I helped my teacher get rid of the curse for the first time, and I will continue in the future.Be a good person who can give back to society and help others.

So, mother of the dean who went to the world of death, you will definitely praise me, right?

After becoming a first-level conjurer, the daily life of first-year DKs becomes busy and relaxed.

Busy because there are more tasks, and relaxed because it is easy for them to exorcise those cursed spirits.

"It's too weak."

After finishing the last task of the day, Gojo Satoru muttered aside.

Zhimeng raised his hand and looked at his left wrist.

In the transparent glass beads tied there, there is already half of the powdery white mist-like energy.

The amazing thing is that, unlike the loose arrangement of fog in reality, the fog in this bead really flows in as many places as it is when it is not full, and it will not go to the vacant place above to disguise It looks like it's full of energy.

"Jie, Wu." Weaving Meng put his wrist in front of his face, and said pleasantly.

"Look, this bead is almost fully charged!"

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie took a closer look, and were also a little surprised.

"It seems that if we work harder, we will be able to go on vacation in another world." Stretching out his hand to touch the beads, Gojo Satoru said enthusiastically.

"Where should we go on vacation?"

"We don't know what other worlds are like." Xia Youjie was a little helpless at his statement.

"So, the biggest possibility is random."

Zhimeng nodded, and added by the way: "Perhaps, we can also use some specific keywords for positioning."

"It just so happens that the weather is getting hotter, and the curse has also become stronger. Let's take on more missions. Maybe we can go to another world for vacation this month."

With an unknown and mysterious world hanging in front of him, Wujo Satoru was eager to try and was extremely motivated.

Zhimeng and Xia Youjie looked at each other and agreed in unison.

"Then let's work harder."

"For the mysterious different world!"

"Come on, everyone!"

When the dream-weaving trio were obsessed with doing quests frantically in order to go to a different world, they were usually scattered in various regions to do quests, and the senior students who rarely met in the college came back from outside and gathered together In the college.

The three dream-weavers who had been doing tasks from morning to night, and didn't even go to class, only noticed that in the training ground, except for Ange, who had met a few times, Outside of Ji and Mingming, some strange faces appeared at some point.

Noctua, who called them back, gave a brief introduction to the people on both sides, and then began to announce the reason for calling them back.

"Next month will be the annual Kyoto sister school exchange meeting. At that time, the two schools will hold a competition between students, so I call everyone back because I want you to train together for a few days, get acquainted with each other, and deal with exchanges together. meeting."

"Hi!"

Those two unfamiliar faces seemed to be the very enthusiastic responses from the seniors in the second grade.

Noctua Moth Zhengdao was very satisfied with their attitude, skillfully ignored the unresponsive first graders, and after a few words of encouragement, he handed over the training ground to these students.

As soon as the teacher left, the training ground became lively.

"Last year we lost by one point, we must win this year!"

"Yes, this year we are no longer the rookies of last year, and we will definitely win against the Kyoto school!"

The two seniors in the second grade were confidently planning to avenge their shame, Jia Ruozi and the third grade Ange Ji and Senior Mingming didn't know what to talk about when they were together, they could only stay with Zhimeng and Xia Youjie Gojo Satoru yawned boredly.

"What, the so-called seniors are all weak to death."

Gojo Satoru, who can infer the specific strength of the Kyoto school after seeing the second graders who are not even capable of weaving dreams, and hearing their shameful foreword, feels that the so-called sister school exchange meeting is really boring.

Tsk, a group of chickens are pecking at each other, there is nothing to participate in, and there is no sense of accomplishment after winning.

"Wu, keep your voice down." Xia Youjie reminded with some disapproval, but he just asked the other party to keep his voice down instead of not saying anything, which shows that he himself agrees with Wu's idea.

But the conjurer's hearing ability is obviously excellent, especially when Gojo Satoru has not deliberately lowered his voice, he was heard clearly by the seniors not far away.

An Geji and Mingming are very calm, after all, they have seen how annoying Gojo Satoru is, and it is not the first time that they are said to be weak. Getting angry with him will only make them angry, just ignore it.

On the contrary, the two seniors in the second grade were very dissatisfied with this: "Hey, we are seniors, aren't you too arrogant!"

"Oh? Is this arrogance?"

The white-haired boy showed a nasty smile: "I haven't knocked you down yet."

Suddenly, the second-year senior who was originally dissatisfied was instantly irritated.

"Then try it, let the seniors teach you how to be a junior!"

Probably because he found some fun, Gojo Gojo happily accepted the challenge and got up to "compete" with them.

As for the result, you don't need to think about it.

Xia Youjie couldn't bear to look straight away, and saw Zhimeng's weary look, and asked worriedly.

"What's wrong with you, weaving dream?"

"...It's nothing." Zhimeng came back to his senses, and forced a smile at him: "It just feels a little hot."

Hearing this, Xia Youjie swept around and took Zhimeng directly to the shade of a tree not far away.

Let Zhimeng rest here for a while, and he went to the vending machine to buy a few bottles of cold drinks for Zhimeng.

Sticking the cold drink on his forehead, Zhimeng let out a long breath and finally regained his energy.

"It's so comfortable~"

Rubbing the cold drink bottle, Zhimeng looked satisfied.

Xia Youjie, who took a sip of his drink, couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and told him.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on."

"Yeah." Zhimeng closed his eyes and responded indiscriminately, "I know, Jie is the best!"

Xia Youjie suddenly asked: "Then I or Wu, which one is better?"

Zhimeng put down his cold drink and opened his eyes, looked at the black-haired ball-headed boy who was expecting his answer, and replied seriously.

"Why do you want to compare with Wu? Jie Mingming is unique, and comparison is meaningless."

It was no surprise to receive such a dream-like answer, Xia Youjie and Zhimeng looked at each other, and could clearly see the seriousness and sincerity in each other's eyes.

He thought so from the bottom of his heart.

The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, Xia Youjie couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head.

"Well, weaving dreams is also unique to me."

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Unique... I like that description.