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

The three of Zhimeng reunited, and they got together intimately again.

So in the individual competition the next day, everyone in the Kyoto school felt what it means to be crushed!

Can't fight back, can't fight back, can't dodge—

Those three first-year teenagers are frighteningly strong!

But the students of the Tokyo school rarely feel elated, and even look at the students of the Kyoto school with softer eyes.

After all, these people have been beaten and shocked by these three people just like them, and they can be called brothers and sisters!

Finally, it wasn’t just them who were persecuted (moved. jpg!

In the stands, the principal of the Kyoto school, Leyansi Jiashen, stared at the three most dazzling teenagers below, his eyes were dark and no emotion could be seen.

Zhimeng looked back subconsciously, and saw the old man who seemed to be in the shadow, and couldn't help touching the knife at his waist.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him distracted, Xia Youjie next to him followed his line of sight and saw the principal of Jingdu School, and couldn't help but have a strange dream-weaving reaction.

Is there any question for Principal Leyan Temple?

Wujo Wu directly turned Zhimeng's head around manually, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's so interesting about that old man, you might as well look at me!"

Weaving Meng came back to his senses, covering up the strange feeling just now: "It's nothing."

Smile again and join the topic.

In the end, the individual competition was also won by the Tokyo school, and the final winner fell on the head of the Tokyo school.

The sister school exchange meeting came to an end.

It is the hot summer in July, the season of curses, and the conjurers who finally gathered together ran back and forth across the country to exorcise the curse.

The three Dreamweavers were no exception, and even because of their overwhelming strength, they were assigned more tasks and were forced to fall into busyness again.

On a rare day when he was able to take a breather and rest for a while, Zhimeng, who returned to the classroom, noticed that there was another thick stack of professional books on the table at home.

Out of curiosity, Zhimeng asked: "What has Nitro been studying recently? These aren't medical books, are they?"

Jia Ruozi raised her head faintly, allowing people to clearly see the thick dark circles under her eyes.

"Ah, I'm studying psychology recently."

"Why do you want to learn this?" Zhimeng was surprised.

"I suggested that Nitro study!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly jumped out, and gave Zhimeng a Xijiufu, and warmly recommended: "Zhimeng, try it, this is the latest flavor of Xijiufu, I specially asked the assistant supervisor to buy it!"

Xia Youjie was speechless for a while: "...the auxiliary supervisor is really pitiful."

Jia Ruozi lay down on the table, sighed decadently: "Ah, really, Enlightenment can always increase my workload in all aspects..."

But she can't refuse, because she is also interested in psychology recently... Since the last chat with Zhimeng, she found that Zhimeng doesn't even know what it feels like to be angry, and her mental state is not very healthy.

In short, a little concerned.

Zhimeng handed her Xijiufu in his hand, and said with a smile: "Take a rest when you are tired, Nitrate can learn slowly, don't worry. Nitrate's treatment has always been the best!"

Jia Ruozi looked at Xi Jiufu in front of him, and then looked up at Zhimeng's smiling face, finally regaining his energy.

She reached out to take Xi Jiufu, lowered her head and took a bite: "Yes."

Gojo Satoru on the side shouted in dissatisfaction: "I specially gave this to Zhimeng you!"

"But Nitro seems to be working hard..." Zhimeng hesitated.

"Heh, don't pay attention to that cheapskate Wu, I'll buy you more Xijiufu..." Xia Youjie added to the topic.

The white-haired boy was upset: "No matter how much Xi Jiufu there is, it's not the Xi Jiufu I gave Zhideng!"

Swallowing Xi Jiufu in his mouth, Jiarui Zizi stared at a childish guy: "Wu, won't your conscience hurt?"

Who increased her workload?In the end, you can't even eat a Xijiufu!

Xia Youjie replied confidently: "Wu has no conscience."

"Hey, you guys, don't ruin my reputation!"

Seeing Zhimeng laughing, the white-haired boy leaned over and took out another Xijiufu and handed it to him.

"Here, Zhimeng, let's stop playing with them, let's eat ice cream together later, it's so hot!"

Jia Ruozi immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "Too cunning and enlightened, I want to eat ice cream!"

"Eating alone is not a good habit, Wu." Xia Youjie reminded with a smile.

Zhimeng held Xi Jiufu who had taken a bite, and said with a smile: "Then let's go together later!"

"not good!"

"Okay!"

……

In the blink of an eye, it was late July, and the college also had summer vacation.

Although there are still many tasks, the three Dreamweavers still got the vacation.

On the contrary, the family has nitro, and still needs to sit in the high school, ready to treat those busy conjurers at any time.

Wujo Satoru said that the old men in the family have been too lively recently, and he wants to go home to take care of them, lest they are all very old and have accidents because of being too lively.

Xia Youjie said that he hadn't been home for a long time and wanted to go home and have a look.

And weaving dreams, weaving dreams also has something to do.

He wanted to go back to the orphanage to take a look, and when he had money, he decided to buy a house of his own, and then return his rented house that was about to expire before moving... In such a detailed count, he still has a lot of things to do .

Therefore, after making an appointment with the mobile phone, the trio hardly separated.

Zhimeng was Gaozhuan who left after three o'clock in the afternoon. With a Taidao specially wrapped in black bandages, and holding the curse skeleton given to him by Noctuidae Zhengdao before, he took the tram from the foot of the mountain back to the home he hadn't been back for a long time.

After returning home, as expected, I found that there was a layer of dust on the furniture in the house that had not been lived in for a long time.

Zhimeng, who had been prepared for a long time, did not panic, input some mana power into the mantra in his arms, put it down, and let him clean up for him.

Well, thanks to Teacher Noctua, the spell skeleton made by the teacher is awesome!

Hygiene was left to Zha Kui, Zhimeng went back to the bedroom and took a shower, changed into a shirt and trousers, washed the high school uniform and dried it to dry.

Then, he began to pack his clothes and many scattered items to prepare for the move soon.

We ordered takeaway for dinner, and we have something to do tomorrow. Zhimeng rejected the invitation to play online games from Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, and went to bed early after replying good night.

Until he woke up full of energy the next day, Zhimeng bought a sandwich and a bottle of yogurt for breakfast, and went to the supermarket to buy some candy and other snacks that the children would like, and then went to the orphanage.

This is the first time he has returned to the orphanage since the funeral of the dean's mother. The children in the courtyard are still very lively and warmly welcome Zhimeng, just like when the dean's mother was still there.

Zhimeng distributed the snacks to the children, then asked the new dean for a bank account number, set a time for sending money every month, and finally went to the backyard alone for a while.

The cherry tree in the backyard has long been covered with green leaves, but the rose planted by his mother and the dean when he was young is still blooming.

Zhimeng stood in front of the rose tree that had already grown to half a person's height, staring down at the pink and delicate flowers, speechless for a long time.

The memory of watering flowers and weeding with the dean's mother flashed across his mind, and Zhimeng suddenly realized that he didn't like this rose plant very much anymore.

Why did he like it so much?

No, he actually likes the dean's mother.

Because I like the dean's mother, I also like the flowers she sent. In the end, I think of this liking when I see roses.

The dean's mother likes him, and he also likes the dean's mother, and the rose flower is like the thread between them, connecting the two together and carrying this love.

But now, the person connected to the other end of the line disappeared, and he only relied on his liking to connect with Rose Flower. He seemed a little powerless without a response.

...the rose flowers are not as beautiful as before.

And once, there is no going back.

Zhimeng turned around, turned his back to the flower tree and left.

In the hot summer, especially at noon, it is too hot outside to go out.

Zhimeng sat in a cold drink shop, sipping cold drinks and eating desserts, while replying Wujo Wu's message.

Wutiao: What is Zhimeng doing now?

Yun Yun: Eating new cakes at the cold drink shop, it's so hot outside!

Before waiting for a reply from there, Zhimeng will switch the page and reply to another person's message... There is no way, who made the two of them choose to chat with him privately.

Xia You: What is Zhimeng's schedule today?

Cloud: Because the rent is about to expire, and I don’t go back often to renew the lease, so I finally decided to buy a house. Today I plan to go to the sales center to see if there is any suitable one.

Taking a bite of the ice cream cake, Zhimeng squinted his eyes enjoying the icy and cool taste.

Ignoring the gazes of other guests around him, he looked down at the message.

Goto: I also want to eat new cakes!I also want to hang out with Zhimeng...but I'm too busy (流泪猫猫头.jpg)

On another page, Jie also sent a message.

Xia You: When buying a house, you have to choose carefully.It's a pity that I'm a little busy right now, otherwise I'd go to see the house with you.

Before Zhimeng could reply, another message came from there.

Wutiao: By the way, Jie told me before that he is also very busy, so don't disturb him Zhimeng!

Just saw Jie said that he was a bit busy Zhimeng, and confirmed Jie's words again.

It seems that Jay is really busy.

With that in mind, Jie also sent a message.

Xia You: By the way, Wu told me before that he is also very busy, so don't bother him Zhimeng!

Seeing the familiar information, Zhimeng fell silent for a moment.

Although they both said they were busy, they later said that the other party was busy... Although it sounded normal, why did he feel that something was wrong?

They knew so clearly, could it be that Wu and Jie are actually together now?

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Zhimeng also asked the same question.

It seemed to take a while to type over there, and the two of them replied to him at the same time.

Wutiao: How is it possible, we are so far away!

Xia You: No, I'm at home now, and I can't get away because of something at home.

But Zhimeng was no longer in the mood to read the reply.

Because outside, a powerful curse aura erupted suddenly, which attracted Zhimeng's attention.

At least it has super strength!

Without hesitation, he gave up the unfinished cake, put away his mobile phone, quickly checked out and left the cold drink shop, heading straight for the place where the curse aura was.

After leaving the cold drink shop, the aura of the special curse spirit became more and more obvious, Zhimeng couldn't help frowning, and speeded up.

Oops, he didn't bring his knife!

Although Zhimeng had already rushed there as quickly as possible, he was still a step late... No, in fact, the moment the aura erupted, the casualties had already been caused!

The location of the curse is a public park. There is a big tree in the park that is said to be a hundred years old. Every summer, some old people come here to enjoy the cool and play chess.

But at this time, the original peaceful scene in the center of the park was broken by a curse, people who didn't notice the danger coming, and those who didn't have time to escape were already killed in the sea of ​​fire!

Zhimeng's eyes reflected the raging fire that soared into the sky in front of him. This was not an ordinary flame, but the incomplete domain expansion of the special magic spirit.

Looking around, there are many unknown people around the park. They thought it was just an ordinary fire, they were calling the fire alarm, or they were just passers-by watching.

This will not work, that incomplete field is spreading, and the crowd must be evacuated!

Zhimeng was about to call the auxiliary supervisor who was in charge of them in the past, when he saw that someone had already run over to evacuate the crowd.

It seems to be the window person.

Seeing them evacuate the crowd in an orderly manner, Zhimeng stepped forward with confidence.

"Wait, there's a fire ahead, no—"

Weaving Dream interrupted him: "I am a first-class magician, Yunmeng Weaving. Is someone here to take over this curse spirit now? If not, let me in."

The members of the window were stunned for a while, seeing Zhimeng's too young face, hesitant for a moment, but Zhimeng no longer paid attention to him, and stretched out his hand to wave him away who was blocking the way.

The boy with the high ponytail walked towards the sea of ​​flames in the park without hesitation, leaving a word behind.

"You paid the bill."

Only then did the members of the window come back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream. Seeing that there was almost no one around, they hurriedly lowered the tent.

The pitch-black, muddy tent immediately flowed down from the sky, covering the entire park in no time, and the conspicuous sea of ​​flames that soared into the sky became invisible.

In addition to the worried and frightened members of the window, there are——

Those eyes full of inquiry hidden in the dark.

Exactly... how far can it be done?

In a racecourse in Kyoto, even the scorching temperature could not quench the enthusiasm of people who love to gamble on horses.

Those who come and go are all horse betting enthusiasts.

At this time, two teenagers wearing short-sleeved trousers and one black and one white hair stepped into it.

Pedestrians on the road first glanced at them curiously, then ignored them and left in a hurry.

And the two teenagers walked towards one direction with a clear goal.

Then, when the muscular young man with short black hair turned around to look at him, the white-haired boy wearing sunglasses spoke bluntly.

"I have a business, do you?"

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