"Zi Jin run!"

Bai Muye shouted, and suddenly sat up from the bed, opening his eyes.

The blood-covered eyes looked a little ferocious.

After a while, his eyes slowly returned to clearness, his expression returned to normal, and his whole temperament suddenly became clear.

It's like a ray of morning light shining through the gaps in the curtains.

It makes people feel happy.

He reached out and wiped the wet cold sweat on his head, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to sit there in a daze.

Wake up from another nightmare.

He has been doing this dream for six consecutive years.

Different scenes, same people, similar plots.

This time it was in the jungle.

The thin, short-haired little girl, with blood in her clothes, was staggering, dragging him forward with difficulty.

The jungle is dark and cold.

Green eyes were everywhere, staring at them in the darkness.

He couldn't move or shout, and his chest seemed to be pressing on a big rock.

It feels like a nightmare.

The dream is long and full of fatigue.

After so many years, in dreams countless times, he always wanted to see the little girl's face clearly, but he always had only one back.

The only theme of dreams is escape.

Endless escape!

He didn't know why he had such a dream for many years?

I don’t know who the little girl named Zijin is?

What is the relationship with him?

To figure it out, he even recorded videos of himself sleeping many times.

But except for the extremely frequent word "Zi Jin Run" that is relatively clear, the others are meaningless whispers.

Every time I ask the old man, he always makes a fuss.

It's just a dream, so there's no need to take it seriously.

Or it is said that he has been a single dog for too many years and has been in a spring.

It's obvious that he's just a fool, bullying Bai Muye is a simple child.

If Sichun had all dreams like this, humans would have long lost the motivation to reproduce.

The old man must know something!

Shiraki Muye has a very good memory, and he will never forget everything he sees.

But he could not recall any of the things he had before he was eleven.

There is no blank, no impression at all.

It seems that someone has tampered with it and cleared out that part of the memory.

Did I experience something amazing when I was a baby?

Could it be that my true identity is actually a down-and-out prince, with the throne waiting for me to inherit?

But why don’t I have a strong loyal servant by my side?

Old man?

Let’s forget it!

It would be nice if he didn't treat himself as a servant.

So, maybe I am just an orphan who has lost my memory that the old man picked up.

Bai Muye sighed softly and said to the air: "Open the curtains."

The curtains slowly separated to both sides, and the dim room became bright in an instant.

The early morning sun shines in and sprinkles on his well-proportioned and strong body.

For a seventeen-year-old boy, his perfect figure is a bit too much.

Of course, his appearance is a bit too handsome, so he has rarely gone out over the years.

I am always looked at by people with surprise, and even more over-touching my head and pinching my face is not pleasant.

When he arrived at the bathroom, Bai Muye looked at the mirror and asked seriously: "Mirror, why do I always wake up from nightmares?"

A sweet voice came from the mirror: "The little brother was awakened by the handsome guy!"

Perfunctory answers, perfunctory praises!

You still need to say such a well-known thing?

Bai Muye began to wash up expressionlessly.

Then exercise and have breakfast.

Special regularity.

Today is the day to apply for high school and his first time to go to school. Never be late.

Wait for the old man to come back and give him a surprise.

But... the old man, will he come back?

"Big and beautiful... I want to eat buns made of white porridge and beef."

Bai Muye said while washing his face: "Also, if you dare to put onions in it again, I will never end up with you!"

"As for orders, little brother..."

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...

Flying Fairy Star, Hundred Flowers City.

The weather is still very hot at the end of August.

The square of the No. 1 High School was crowded and seemed a little crowded.

At least tens of thousands of teenagers gathered here, with excitement, nervousness and expectation intertwined on their young faces.

Hundreds of teams that are not very neat, but are still orderly are waiting for inspection.

These are all students who have passed the cultural course and are preparing to apply for No. 1 Middle School.

And this is also the last level to enter No. 1 Middle School.

The huge transparent dome above the square filters out the heat outside, leaving only bright light and appropriate temperatures.

This season of every year is the most stressful time for a large number of parents and students in Baihua City.

It is also the time when the teachers of No. 1 Middle School are most worried about this year.

They have to select the most talented part from tens of thousands of students with excellent grades, and they are so busy that they can't help.

Compared with other long teams, the team where Shiraki Muye is located is very small.

He stood in a relatively forward position, wearing a hat and a mask, but his upright posture and bright and pure eyes were still very eye-catching.

Many girls queuing around were secretly looking at him.

Bai Muye was guessing in his mind how many apprenticeships of talisman masters would be there this year.

Judging from the number of people in his list, it is probably not very optimistic.

There have always been very few people applying for talisman masters.

Even if you only enroll once every ten years, there are not many people who have signed up.

The requirements of the talisman master are really too high!

Painting skills, patience, memory, discernment ability... after level, I don’t know how many people I have eliminated.

Now this last level test is the most important foundation for becoming a talisman master - mental power!

It is estimated that the school also feels that the enrollment of this class of talisman teachers will not be optimistic.

So this morning, the cold and stern scolding of the female examiner in charge of the admissions of the talisman master did not stop, and he could hear it clearly from a distance.

Take care of the face of children?

It doesn't exist!
To be continued...