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

Mid-August is approaching, and the summer festival is coming, and the crowd on the street is full of enthusiasm and anticipation.

After completing the task in hand, Zhimeng rushed to the stadium where the national track and field competition was held.

Although many things happened in the few months after the transfer, he still did not forget what Yamada Yusuke said that day.

In the National Competition in August, Yusuke invited him to watch and said that he would definitely win the championship.Zhimeng remembered it, so he was ready to go after inquiring about the specific time.

It was just to get rid of a curse spirit on the way, which wasted some time... But since Yusuke said he would win the championship, then it is enough to just go there before the end of the game and watch the moment of glory when he wins the championship.

"What's so interesting about a track and field race? I guess it's not as fast as ours." On the auxiliary supervisor's car, Wu Tiaomao, who insisted on coming with him, once again showed his difficult side, not letting him go to trouble, let him When he came, he hated it again.

"If Zhimeng wants to see it, I can show it to you!"

Regarding this, Xia Youjie shut him up with just one sentence: "You don't have to go, we don't mind."

Of course it is impossible not to go, the white-haired boy rubbed Zhimeng's shoulder angrily, and stopped talking.

Stretching out his hand to rub the fluffy and soft white hair on his neck, Zhimeng comforted him: "Just go and have a look, I'll be back soon."

The white-haired boy whose head was rubbed snorted, "It's agreed, come back after you have a look, don't leave with others!"

It's that guy who is talking about it!

"I won't go with Yusuke, but I still have to say hello." Weaving Meng said with a smile, "After all, it's been a long time since we last met, and it may be difficult to see him again in the future."

Xia Youjie on the other side agreed: "That's a good farewell."

"Okay then, just for a while." The white-haired boy looked reluctant.

After coaxing the five cats, the assistant supervisor also sent them to the place, and the three got out of the car and entered the arena.

Because they did a task first, it is already late, and the game has already started.

As soon as you enter, you can hear the enthusiastic noise from the auditorium next to the arena.

"It's so noisy!" The white-haired boy on the side muttered, but Zhimeng saw the person he was looking for at a glance on the track below.

Yusuke Yamada ran on the track, suddenly accelerated, and quickly overtook the other competitors, leaving them behind while sprinting towards the finish line——

He won the championship!

Immediately afterwards, loud cheers erupted from the audience.

Zhimeng couldn't help laughing and said, "Yongsuke won."

Although I couldn't see the whole process of the opponent's game, it was worth seeing the moment when the opponent won the championship.

"I'll go down first." After telling the two people beside him, Zhimeng walked towards Yamada Yusuke's place.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other, both saw the hostility in each other's eyes, and followed without hesitation.

"Wait for us, weaving dream!"

……

Standing on the podium, even if he won the championship again, listening to the cheers of the audience and the excitement of his teammates, Yamada Yusuke was not very happy.

Because there is no one he wants to share the glory and happiness with.

Zhimeng didn't come to see his game... He obviously invited Zhimeng!

It seems that the three years of companionship in middle school, the friendship he thought he had, were all just illusions.

Thinking of this, Yamada Yusuke was really unhappy.

At the end of the award presentation, it was the usual reporter interview. Yusuke Yamada, who was blocked on the podium, subconsciously said a few perfunctory words, but from the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure among the crowd below.

The originally calm expression turned into joy. He wanted to go to Zhimeng's side, but he couldn't get off the stage because of the crowd around him, so he could only reach out and wave to him excitedly.

"Weaving Dreams! Weaving Dreams, I'm here!"

Zhimeng, who was crowded in the crowd, raised his head and looked at the figure waving to him excitedly on the podium, and immediately frowned.

He raised his hand in response: "Yusuke!"

The reporters who noticed the movement looked back, and they all gave way to Zhimeng, allowing him to approach the podium successfully.

Yamada Yusuke had stepped off the stage first, happily took off the medal, and put it on the neck of Zhimeng who came over very naturally.

And took Zhimeng and said to the reporters on the side: "I wanted to say it a long time ago. The person I am most grateful for is my good friend Yunzhimeng. Without him, I would not be where I am now!"

If he hadn't been awakened and encouraged by Zhimeng, he wouldn't know where he was in a corner, and it would be impossible for him to stand on the podium and receive everyone's cheers.

Yusuke Yamada sincerely felt that meeting Zhimeng was the luckiest thing for him, which directly changed his life!

"I want to share medals and glory with Zhimeng!"

The reporters smelled the big news and started to take pictures and tried to interview Zhimeng, but they were all declined by Zhimeng.

Looking back, Zhimeng took off the medal and put it back on for Yamada Yusuke.

Under the stunned gaze of the other party, Zhimeng smiled: "Thank you, but it was Yusuke's own efforts to become the champion, and I didn't do anything."

"Yusuke is like this, I feel ashamed."

Yamada Yusuke came back to his senses, and quickly retorted: "Nothing, it's all because of Zhimeng that I became who I am now, and this is what Zhimeng deserves!"

As he said, he took off the medal and wanted to put it on Zhimeng again, but Zhimeng grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"I'm here to congratulate Yusuke." The boy with a black high ponytail said, with a sincere and brilliant smile.

"The performance is great, I hope Yusuke can continue to win the championship!"

Yamada Yusuke blushed immediately, both happy and excited, and stuttered when he spoke: "I, I will work hard!"

Then I heard a call: "Zhimeng, congratulations have been made, we should go!"

As soon as he raised his head, Yusuke Yamada saw that annoying white-haired guy and the faint provocation from the other side.

And the equally annoying black-haired squinting eyes were also provoking him: "It's time to go Zhimeng, we still have things to do."

Seeing how they ignored him at all, Yamada Yusuke gritted his teeth angrily.

But what is even more frightening is the attitude of weaving dreams——

"What's the matter?" Zhimeng was stunned, and asked Yamada Yusuke even though he was puzzled.

"Sorry, Yusuke, I have to go first."

Yamada Yusuke hurriedly asked to stay: "We still have a celebration party, let's weave dreams together!"

He looked at Zhimeng with hope in his eyes, hoping that he could stay.

However, he was doomed to be disappointed.

Zhimeng looked at him apologetically: "Sorry, we really have something to do."

Moreover, Zhimeng said seriously: "I really didn't help Yusuke. Yusuke's achievements today are all thanks to himself and his teammates. You should really thank your teammates."

As he said that, he looked at the teenagers who were wearing the same sportswear as Yamada Yusuke, and gave them a friendly smile.

Seeing this, the teenagers quickly smiled back.

Yamada Yusuke wanted to say something else, but Zhimeng pushed him in the direction of those teenagers and said with a smile.

"Go, Yusuke, they're all waiting for you."

Yamada Yusuke was surrounded by teammates who came over, and couldn't help laughing at the congratulations and excitement of his teammates, but when he thought of something and looked back, he only saw Zhimeng's back.

He was surrounded by two tall teenagers with one black and one white hair, getting further and further away from him.

Across the crowd, Yusuke Yamada suddenly found that they seemed to be divided into two worlds——

On one side is Zhimeng and the backs of the two young men who are walking further and further away, and on the other side is his figure who seems to be standing still no matter how hard he chases.

The three years of companionship in junior high school has become an irreversible past.

After leaving the noisy arena, Zhimeng asked, "Is there another mission?"

He took it for granted that what Jie just said was the task assigned to them by the top management.

The black-haired ball-headed boy who just wanted Zhimeng to leave earlier replied without changing his face: "No, I plan to buy a new yukata. Last year's one seems to be too much for me to wear."

"Yes, it's about the bathrobe." The white-haired boy on the side also nodded in agreement, and said seriously: "Didn't I say before that I would give Zhimeng a bathrobe? Zhimeng, what color do you like? I'll give it to you later. You send it!"

"Thank you, Wu, but there's no need." Although touched, Zhimeng refused: "The bathrobe I just bought last year can be worn again this year."

He tried it before when he moved.

"So Zhimeng, you haven't grown taller since last year, right?"

The sharp words of the white-haired boy made Zhimeng's smile gradually disappear.

The black-haired ball-headed boy hurriedly made amends: "Don't worry, Zhimeng, you are still in the growth stage, and you will definitely grow taller!"

The white-haired boy saw that Zhimeng seemed a little unhappy, and quickly comforted him: "It doesn't matter if you are tall or not, anyway, you in the parallel world are not as tall as me, Zhimeng's height is just right for me."

As he said that, he put his arm on Zhimeng's shoulder, and said triumphantly: "Look Zhimeng, this height is just right, and it's not tiring at all!"

Facing his unique comfort, Xia Youjie twitched the corners of his mouth, and almost couldn't hold back the smile on his lips.

Wuzhen, just stepping on Zhimeng's painful feet is enough. Is this the thing to keep a distance that I said before I was afraid that Zhimeng would not be able to wake up?

Sure enough, Zhimeng reached out and knocked off his arm, and smiled politely at the white-haired boy: "Wu, as I said, please keep a distance from me until I grow taller."

Then, he turned around and smiled at the black-haired ball-headed boy, "Shall I accompany Jie to choose a bathrobe?"

Glancing at the silly white-haired boy, Xia Youjie smiled openly: "Okay, let's go together."

Seeing the two walking away quickly, Wujo Wu stretched out Erkang's hand: "Wait for me, Zhimeng—"

……

Zhimeng's anger came and went quickly, and soon disappeared in the clinging coquettishness of the five cats and cats, and went back to play games together with the newly bought game disc.

Let Xia Youjie once again deeply realize the charm of weaving dreams, and then join in the game.

But this time the game is not a fighting game, but a male-oriented strategy game, which is commonly known as a harem-oriented game.

It is specially recommended by the owner of the game hall. It is said that it is a new game, which is especially popular with young people. I bought it because I was curious about the content.

Adolescent DKs are also very interested in this kind of strategy-oriented game. Even after entering it, they find that it is a stand-alone game.

However, because the three of them didn't light up their love skills very much, and they had blind spots when arguing about options, so the endings they played were weird and somewhat unsatisfactory.

"Look, I already said that you should choose C! If you choose C, you will definitely be able to play HE!"

"You should choose B, B is the correct option..."

"I think I should choose E, because E has more favorability..."

……

At the end of the fight, their topic suddenly changed——

Xia Youjie asked: "Zhimeng, which strategy character do you prefer?"

"It must be Mamiko!" The white-haired boy said with a straight face.

"The giant o is king, it must be soft to the touch."

After the words fell, the two looked at him in a flash.

Xia Youjie: "...As expected of Wu."

There is no shame in saying this.

Weaving Dream is very curious: "Really? Wu has touched it?"

Gojo Satoru replied proudly: "No!"

"...What are you proud of? It's better to say that it's only a problem if you touch it!" Xia Youjie couldn't help complaining.

Zhimeng nodded in agreement: "Touching a girl's breasts casually will be regarded as a pervert."

"Gratia's chest is very flat." The white-haired boy was thoughtful.

Xia Youjie: "Wu... You will be beaten if you are heard by Nitro!"

Zhimeng somewhat disagreed: "It's too rude to say that, Wu!"

"Anyway, she can't beat me."

The white-haired boy who was extremely confident in his own strength was fearless, then thought of something, and looked at Xia Youjie with malicious eyes.

"If Jie is a girl, her breasts must be bigger than Glass!"

Xia Youjie smiled back: "If Wu is a girl, her breasts must be bigger than mine."

Come on, hurt each other!

Gojo Satoru looked at him, not to be outdone: "Of course, I am the strongest!"

Zhimeng was shocked: "You guys like big breasts so much?"

After finishing the words, he asked curiously again: "Is it really comfortable for a girl with big breasts? I feel tired."

"That's why I like big breasts on girls—wait a minute what's up with your perverted eyes! Don't you like it too!"

"It's you who like it, not me." Xia Youjie withdrew his gaze, and controlled the game to start a new week's strategy.

"Weaving Meng, let's attack Miyoko, she is still a gentle and cute girl."

"Tch, I like the gentle type, so Jie, you are so traditional..."

"Shut up if you don't want to play..."

……

The strategy game is also very good to play, different options lead to different endings, and it is midnight before you know it.

Zhimeng, who couldn't bear it any longer, didn't know when he fell asleep, only that he seemed to have a strange dream.

In the dream, Jie and Wu turned into girls with big breasts...

***

If Jay and Satoru were girls—