Standing in front of the wardrobe, facing the dressing mirror facing the inside of the open wardrobe door, he looked at the strange boy in front of him with the milky yellow halo.

The short brown chestnut hair looks a little messy because it has not been trimmed for too long. After the shower, the curly ends of the hair are erratic and drooping down wetly; the blue eyes reflect the slender but slightly thin body, and the sparse eyebrows sparsely outline the elegant bookish atmosphere. The not-bright indoor light penetrates the eyelashes and leaves a shadow. It is impossible to capture the eyes, but you can still see the glory in the depths.

The nightmare and the escaping from death, his face was a little pale, and his slightly flickering eyes seemed to be able to detect those fear and panic.

Hoden Helo, living in Ionaki City, under the management of Erden County, the Ryal Empire in the Northnis continent, will soon turn 18 in November of the second half of the year.

Both Hoden's parents died in the "Gray Cliff Blast" fifteen years ago, leaving only the nine-year-old Nair Helo and three-year-old Hoden Helo.

Fortunately, my mother's sister Aunt Ailo found them in time before they were sent to the orphanage, and took them back to Ionyuan City, relying on her weak salary to raise the two brothers. Two years ago, Nair officially graduated from university and found a job, and then moved out to live with Hoden.

Last month, Hoden just graduated from Bridgestone High School and was preparing to take the entrance exam at Sekpes College, looking forward to becoming a formal psychic.

By the way, this is a continent where everyone can use their psionic power.

After birth, every baby can accept the "enlightenment" of his parents' faith in the church, open up the spirituality in his soul, and thus generate the ability to communicate with the elements of nature, which is called psychic energy; these people of God are also commonly called enlighteners, and they can use simple tricks, similar to the degree of ignition of fire and water.

Very common and very common.

After graduating from high school, if you want to become a psychic, enlightened people can apply to college to continue their studies and truly step into the threshold of entry. For example, Sekpes College.

Sekpes College is like a skilled professional school. Every enlightener can apply. Whether to admit it is determined by the college. After graduation, it may not be able to guarantee a job. It is no different from other universities and other majors.

Perhaps the only difference is that other universities are comprehensive universities with relatively diverse majors and skills; while Sekpes College is a school that specializes in teaching psychic energy.

"So...this means, I'm coming to a land where everyone can become Harry Potter?"

Huo Deng pursed his lips gently and looked at the thin boy with a pale face and mist of water vapor in the mirror, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

He could now be sure that this was not a dream, because everything around him was too real and too specific.

The most direct manifestation is that the dream cannot see the boundary and does not begin; however, he can now clearly see the end of the city skyline in the night, not to mention that the fire that has not yet been extinguished can still be seen at the far end of his sight, reminding that the fire is actually happening.

From a twenty-eight-year-old otaku to a seventeen-year-old magical boy, this seems to be a good deal - rejuvenation should be everyone's dream.

But Huden's mind is now full of half a strawberry butter cake that he hasn't eaten in his refrigerator. It should be the perfect choice to act as a midnight snack.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Huoden returned to the desk and sat down, searched in the drawer, and then found... silver pens and mulberry paper.

"..." Huodeng took a deep breath. He never knew that he would start missing ballpoint pen one day.

No TV, no mobile phone, no Internet. Is this another test for otaku: how to live alone with yourself?

Look at the silver pen, then look at the black ink placed on the desk, imitating the scenes seen in classical movies, use the brushstrokes to dip ink, then lift it up again, hover over the paper, and then... click, a drop of thick ink falls down, quickly smudged.

After a little attempt, the ink that lacks control is always out of control and slides out from the tip of the pen intermittently, and then the paper is in a mess.

Obviously, this is still a pen in the early stage, and the design is not perfect and even a bit simple.

Huo Deng felt deeply that he could no longer hold a pen and write. In fact, let alone writing with a silver pen, even if he used a ballpoint pen or an atom pen, he had not held a pen for a long time. It would take some time to get rid of his life as a smartphone and a computer keyboard.

After a long time of struggle, the final result was... my hands were covered with ink, and the paper was covered with a ball, and the crooked font was like an earthworm.

"Very good, I returned to the kindergarten level overnight. The senior class... isn't right, it should be the level of the small class."

Huoden looked at his masterpiece and carefully completed the review.

But Hoden did not give up easily. He had to master writing skills, otherwise high school graduates would suddenly become illiterate, which would be too big.

Not only do you need to practice writing, but you also need to confirm the font.

Looking through the desk, I found the notebook and identified the words based on my mind. This is a common text in mainland China. The pronunciation and grammatical rules are deeply imprinted in my brain. Huoden began to practice according to the font. From strange to familiarity, the adaptation of muscles also drives the soul's fit. The familiarity from instinct pulls the fingertips and gradually finds the feeling.

It took a little time and finally got on the right track.

After carefully comparing his exercise book with the notebook as a "copybook", I unexpectedly found that the souls of the two different worlds are very close in writing habits, especially after he gradually got used to using silver pens, the details of the muscles of his arm seemed particularly similar, just as the soul was completely integrated - the memory gradually became clear.

Of course, you can still detect some style differences in detail, and his fonts are more casual, and these hidden details can feel the differences in personality; but the overall habits are still at the same pace.

Since graduating from elementary school, he has not simulated copybooks so seriously and so focusedly. He feels like a good student.

I stood up and went to the kitchen to clean my hands. The dirty ink stains flowed down the sewer. After cleaning it, an idea came to my mind, so I tried it like this.

Keep your attention focused, turn your palms gently, face your palms upward, and your fingertips appear in a semi-empty state, and then a small ball of water appears above your five fingers.

The clear and transparent tones are like a ball of crystal clear jelly, not huge, just the size of a half-baby's fist; when the fingertips relax, the ball of clean water will scatter like a small fountain.
Chapter completed!