Chapter 038 Chapter 38
In the end, the competition failed to proceed successfully.
A furtive figure flashed through the crowd. Mo Xuanji seemed to sense something and looked up.
"What's wrong?"
"without……"
"Bang!" With a soft sound, a pile of bright red rose petals sprayed out from the black muzzle of the gun. Oscar Wilde, dressed in his British gentleman's style, made a dazzling appearance 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 cry of surprise came from the crowd.
Wilde raised his right hand and gently snapped his fingers. A thin playing card appeared in his hand. Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Wilde smiled mysteriously. He grasped the card in his palm, closed it, and then gently unfolded it. An exquisite top hat appeared out of thin air.
During this period, there was not a single energy fluctuation on his body, which means that he did not use any unnatural means to perform this scene.
Amid the exclamations of others, Wilde put on the hat and elegantly saluted the crowd amidst the shower of flower petals: "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. It is an honor to meet you at this sacred moment. I hope you will be satisfied with my magic show."
After saying 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 even worse than when we first met... Mo Xuanji thought for a long time, really not knowing what words to use to describe him.
Mo Xuanji suddenly remembered that the school rule was that students who did not wear uniforms on campus would be deducted credits. Since the beginning of the school year, she had only seen Wilde a few times, but each time he was not wearing a uniform.
Could it be that the seniors have spent all their earned credits on this?
There was a sparse burst of applause, and the cafeteria became lively again.
“Amazing!”
"What is this senior here for?"
"Is this magic?"
"Is there any activity today that requires us to not wear our school uniform?"
The students whispered among themselves, curious. The seniors glanced at him and then quietly looked away, silently cursing over their meals, "What a despicable fellow! He jumped the gun! We agreed to recruit new students together on the school anniversary!" Then they quickly contacted the leaders of their own clubs.
Wilde had a perfect smile on his face. Amidst the shocked and admiring gazes of all the first-year students, he snapped his fingers again. The falling rose petals turned into delicate rose-red cards in the blink of an eye.
"Welcome everyone to our magic club. Here's your business card, please accept it."
"Society?"
"Are there any activities coming up soon? Senior..."
"Can I still come in if I don't know magic, Senior..."
"Can you run home on a rainy day, senior?"
For the freshmen in the first grade, new things seem to be more attractive than competition.
Wilde answered all their questions attentively, then raised the card in his hand and said, "Young students, if you have any questions, please call us at 23333. I'll take this student with me first."
As he spoke, he put his arm around Mo Xuanji's shoulders and flipped the card in his hand, transforming it into a white sheet of paper with a teleportation array drawn on it. Mo Xuanji felt a flash before her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, they were in an empty classroom.
The setting sun shone obliquely on the desks, and the dust flying in the air appeared 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 I'm out."
"So, did you arrive just in time, Senior? Hey, every famous team has to go through this. You'll get used to it."
Just in time, really just in time, Senior. Mo Xuanji's inner villain was so moved that tears streamed down his face. With so many people staring at him, he really wanted to find a way to hide away.
"But... wouldn't it be a bad idea to skip the sparring match like this?"
"Zhu Xuedi didn't skip school. Guess what he's doing now?" Wilde said with a strange expression. A hint of sadness, a sigh within the sadness.
His phone suddenly vibrated, a new message notification. Mo Xuanji belatedly opened it. He didn't usually check his phone, rarely using it except for comic book updates and class group tasks. So, he hadn't noticed that Ji Sheng had sent him over two hundred messages while he was asleep.
There was only information about Ji Sheng in the entire chat record, and the socially anxious Xiaohua was forced to become a chatterbox.
Chang'an was dragged away by them, saying they were going to a sparring match. We were a bit worried, so we just followed them. They didn't need to call us for lunch.
[Something's not right. Why is there such a long line at the martial arts arena?] [Video file]
[So many people.jpg] [Oh no! They're all here to spar with Chang'an]
[Oh no, oh no, Chang'an is about to turn into a mule! They beat one after another, without stopping at all]
[Voice to text: It's okay, I'm not tired. A mere round-robin battle is nothing compared to the intensity of a hellish training session. ...Take it! This is my final blow!] [Noise, unrecognizable]
[Whole wheat sugar-free bread screams.jpg] [They’re targeting us! Help!]
[Speech to text: Classmate Ji, please, this is the request of our lifetime! ...Wait, I still...]
…
[Speech to text: Xuanji, dinner... no need to wait for us...]
The latest one just came out.
At this moment, Mo Xuanji's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.
Wilde showed a weathered expression. "Last year, I was just like you. I was so naive back then. They suggested we spar, so I just went along. I didn't expect them to last from morning until midnight. The whole grade beat me."
Maybe the first few challengers really wanted to test their skills, but most of the others were just bored and just looking for fun. When it wasn't their turn, they'd just play the game, stirring up trouble. Then, when it was their turn, they'd go in and fight. The main thing was participation. They had to make their classmates feel the collective love.
"Thank you for saving my life, senior." Mo Xuanji put away his phone and bowed to him solemnly to express his gratitude.
Wilde reached out to stop him, his expression clear and unselfish, "That's all I have to say, junior! If you really want to thank me..." He then showed a club application and spoke faster, "Then join my magic club. Let's make it bigger and stronger together."
"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 will this be a happy home for people with social anxiety?" The subtext is that there won't be many people there?
"Oh, what's that saying? Small but great. In fact, too many people can often be a burden."
“…”
"...Okay, not many." Wilde deflated during the eye contact. He thought gloomily: My junior definitely won't agree. Just as he was about to take the paper back, Mo Xuanji reached out and pressed down on a corner of it.
"I didn't say I wouldn't fill it in." Know when to stop, don't tease too much. Mo Xuanji, who had been unknowingly led astray by the system, 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. He conjured a pen out of thin air and handed it over with both hands: "Junior! I knew you wouldn't refuse me!"
Mo Xuanji took the pen and began to fill in the information.
"Speaking of which, 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.
At this mention, Wilde's face turned a little green, as if he had recalled something unpleasant, and he shuddered. He forced a smile and said, "It's all thanks to Senior Sister Yang's medicine. I was full of energy the same day after taking it." He lowered his voice and said, "Senior Sister Yang didn't come back with you this time, did she?"
"No, 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, on becoming a member of the Magic Club!" Wilde pulled out a small firecracker from somewhere, and with a "bang" it unleashed a shower of colorful streamers. These streamers were specially crafted to dissolve before hitting the ground, transforming into colorless and odorless energy particles. So there was no need to worry about cleaning up afterward.
"Can you tell me now how many people are in the club?" Mo Xuanji was still a little curious about this.
Wilde held up two fingers.
"Twenty?" That's fine, not too much, not too little.
Wilde shook his head.
"Two hundred?" That's a bit much, it doesn't seem likely. Mo Xuanji refused to consider the third possibility.
Wilde stretched out his index finger and shook it, then pointed at himself and then at Mo Xuanji: "Me, you, just the two of us."
“…”Silence is the classroom today.
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