Chapter 038 Chapter 38

In the end, the competition failed to proceed successfully.

A sneaky figure flashed through the crowd. Mo Xuanji seemed to sense something and raised his head to look somewhere.

"What's wrong?"

"not……"

"Bang!" With a light sound, a bunch of bright red rose petals spurted out from the black muzzle of the gun. Oscar Wilde, dressed in his British gentleman style, appeared in the rain of petals.

Mo Xuanji hesitated to speak, and the others were also confused by this sudden change. A few seconds later, a burst of exclamations came from the crowd.

Wilde raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and a thin poker card appeared in his hand. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and Wilde showed a mysterious smile. He held the card in his palm with one hand, closed it, and then gently opened it, and an exquisite top hat appeared out of thin air.

During this period, there was not even the slightest energy fluctuation on his body, which means that he did not use any unnatural means to create this scene.

Amid the exclamations of others, Wilde put on the hat and saluted to everyone in a very romantic manner in the rain of petals: "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. It is an honor to meet you at this sacred moment. I hope you will be satisfied with the magic show just now."

Having said that, he looked at Mo Xuanji calmly, with a hint of pleading in his eyes: Please, junior, don't say anything and let me finish pretending.

I haven't seen him for two days. Has his condition worsened? Why does he feel worse than when I first met him... Mo Xuanji thought for a long time and really didn't know what words to use to describe him.

Mo Xuanji suddenly remembered that the school rules stipulate that if you don't wear school uniform on campus, you will be deducted credits. Since the beginning of the school year, she has seen Wilde a total of several times, but every time he was not wearing a school uniform.

Could it be that all the credits earned by the senior were spent on this?

There was sporadic applause, and the cafeteria became lively again.

“Amazing!”

"What is this senior doing here?"

"Is this magic?"

"Is there any activity today that allows us not to wear school uniform?"

The classmates whispered to each other, curious about this. The seniors only took a glance and then looked away silently, cursing inwardly while eating: "What a despicable guy, he actually ran away. We agreed to recruit new students together on the school anniversary." Then they quickly contacted the person in charge of their own club.

Wilde had a perfect smile on his face. He snapped his fingers again in the shocked and admiring gazes of all the first-year students. The falling rose petals turned into delicate rose-red cards in the blink of an eye.

"Welcome to join our magic club. Here is the business card, please accept it."

"Society?"

"Are there any activities coming up soon? Senior..."

"Can I come in without knowing magic, Senior..."

"Can I get in if I know to run home on a rainy day, Senior..."

For the freshmen, new things seem to be more attractive than competition.

Wilde answered all their questions attentively, and then raised the card in his hand: "Juniors, if you have any questions, you can call us at 23333~ I will take this junior away first~"

As he spoke, he grabbed Mo Xuanji's shoulders and flipped the card in his hand, which turned into a white paper with a teleportation array drawn on it. Mo Xuanji only felt a flash before his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them appeared in an empty classroom.

The setting sun shines obliquely on the desks, and the dust flying in the air appears crystal clear under the sunlight.

“Crunch.”

Wilde let go of his shoulders, pulled out a stool and sat down, letting out a long sigh: "Finally it's out."

"So, did you come just in time, senior? Well, every famous team will have this kind of experience, you just have to get used to it."

Just in time, really just in time, senior. Mo Xuanji's inner villain was so moved that tears flowed down his face. Being stared at by so many people, he really wanted to find a way to get in immediately.

"But... wouldn't it be a bad idea to just give up the competition?"

"Zhu Junior Brother has no chance to fight. Guess what he is doing now?" Wilde said with a strange expression. There was a hint of sadness in his expression, and a hint of sigh in his sadness.

The phone suddenly vibrated, it was a new message notification. Mo Xuanji turned on the phone belatedly. He didn't usually check his phone, except for reading comic updates and tasks in the class group, so he didn't notice that Ji Sheng sent him more than 200 messages while he was sleeping.

There was only information about Ji Sheng in the entire chat record, and the socially anxious Xiaohua was forced to become a chatterbox.

[Changan was dragged away by them and said they were going to spar. I was worried so I followed them. They didn’t need to call us for lunch.]

[Something is wrong. Why is there such a long team in the martial arts arena?] [Video file]

[There are so many people.jpg] [Oh no, they are all here to compete with Changan]

[Oh no, oh no, Chang'an is turning into a mule! They keep beating one after another, without stopping.]

[Voice-to-text: It's okay, I'm not tired. A mere car battle is not as good as the devilish training. ...Take it! This is my last attack!] [Noise, unrecognizable]

[Whole wheat sugar-free bread screams.jpg] [They are targeting my generation! Help!]

[Speech to text: Classmate Ji, please, this is our lifelong request! ...Wait, I still...]

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[Speech to text: Xuanji, dinner... no need to wait for us...]

The latest one was just posted.

At this moment, Mo Xuanji's hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.

Wilde showed a sad face: "I was the same as you last year. I was still naive at that time. I simply followed them when they said we should compete. I didn't expect that I would fight from morning till midnight. I was beaten by everyone in the whole grade."

Maybe the first few challengers really want to compete and see the difference in strength, but most of the latter ones are just idle and bored people. When it is not their turn, they will act as the atmosphere group and make trouble. When it is their turn, they will go up and fight. The main thing is to participate. It is necessary to let the students feel the love from the collective.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior." Mo Xuanji put away his phone and bowed to him solemnly.

Wilde held out his hand to stop him, with an upright and selfless look: "Brother, that's all I have to say! If you really want to thank me..." He then showed a club application and spoke faster: "Then join my magic club, and together we will make it bigger and stronger."

"Can I ask how many people are there in our club?" I always feel that anything related to Wilde is not very reliable.

Wilde opened his mouth and fell into an eerie silence.

"Senior?" Senior, please say something, I'm scared.

"The number of people is not important. What matters is whether you can have fun here." Wilde said sincerely.

"So this will be a happy hometown for those with social anxiety?" The subtitle is that there aren't many people there?

"Oh, what's that saying? Small but exquisite. In fact, many times, too many people can be a burden."

“…”

"...Okay, not many." Wilde lost his temper in the confrontation. He thought gloomily: My junior will definitely not agree. Just when he wanted to take the paper back, Mo Xuanji reached out and pressed a corner of the paper.

"I didn't say I wouldn't fill it in." Know when to stop, don't tease too much. Mo Xuanji, who had been led astray by the system without realizing it, thought silently.

Anyway, he didn't have any particular club he wanted to join, so the magic club was not bad.

Wilde's eyes lit up instantly, and he conjured a pen out of thin air and handed it over with both hands: "Junior brother! I knew you wouldn't refuse me!"

Mo Xuanji took the pen and started filling in the information.

"By the way, senior, is your leg okay?" When I met Wilde two days ago, he was still using crutches, but now he is walking briskly without any signs of injury.

When Wilde mentioned this, his face turned green, as if he had recalled something bad and shuddered. He forced a smile and said, "It's all because of Senior Sister Yang's medicine. I was full of energy the same day after I took it." After saying that, he lowered his voice and said, "Senior Sister Yang didn't come back with you this time, did she?"

"No, the senior sister is busy with other things." Yang Qingyan seemed very busy. After sending them back, she left in a hurry.

After hearing this, Wilde reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Xuanji handed the completed application form to Wilde.

"Congratulations, junior, for becoming a member of the Magic Club!" Wilde pulled out a small firecracker from somewhere, and a bunch of colorful streamers were sprayed out with a "bang". These streamers were specially made, and they would dissolve before hitting the ground, turning into colorless and odorless energy particles. Therefore, there was no need to worry about cleaning up afterwards.

"Can you tell me now how many people are in the club?" Mo Xuanji was still a little curious about this.

Oscar Wilde held up two fingers.

"Twenty?" That's okay, not more, not less.

Oscar Wilde shook his head.

"Two hundred?" That's a bit too much, it doesn't seem possible. Mo Xuanji refused to think about the third possibility.

Wilde stretched out his index finger and shook it, then pointed at himself and then at Mo Xuanji: "Me and you, just the two of us."

“……”Silence is today’s classroom.