Ji Lang was driving the car and saw that Wu Miaomiao had a tangled face from the moment he got in the car, and the doll in his hand was squashed and deformed by it. But the doll is good-natured, and the five senses are crowded together, so they don't struggle.
I didn't know that the doll was conscious before, but now knowing that the cursed doll has its own consciousness, Ji Lang couldn't stand it any longer.
"You're going to break the doll." Ji Lang reminded aloud.
Wu Miaomiao let out a sigh, looked down at the doll, and said calmly, "It's okay, I'll change you into new clothes later."
"Hahaha..." Cursed Doll laughed happily, obviously looking forward to new clothes.
"..." Ji Lang.
Surely you shouldn't be too busy.
"What are you thinking? I've been constipated since I got in the car." Ji Lang asked.
"I want to go to the toilet, ah no... I think about the elementary school student just now, he seems to be Dongdong's cousin." Wu Miaomiao said.
"You said he asked you for help, what's he doing?"
"I don't know. As soon as I heard that he was a member of the association, I ignored him." Wu Miaomiao said, "But it is very rare for him to know that I am a wizard."
"Is your wizard family very rare?" Ji Lang asked.
"Well, the practice of our family is relatively unique, and it is difficult to inherit. Usually, a person can only accept one apprentice. When I was 100 years old, it was not easy." Wu Miaomiao said, "I'm very likely to be the last wizard in this world, so there are not many people who can recognize me. If he is not from the Metaphysics Association, As long as he can recognize me as a wizard, I don't mind helping him, it's a pity."
Ji Lang glanced at her, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued to drive.
"So you struggled for so long just now, are you hesitating to help him?" Ji Lang asked.
"He definitely won't help, that is, he seems to be Dongdong's cousin, but I don't hate Dongdong." Wu Miaomiao tangled, "Oh, I knew I would never eat so much of Dongdong before."
It's really soft-hearted and short-handed.
"Dong Yongyuan is my assistant. When he pleases you, he is actually trying to please me. You can imagine that I gave you the food." Ji Lang said.
"Then he pleases you, isn't he also trying to please me." Wu Miaomiao said without thinking.
Ji Lang was slightly startled, and after a while, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but thicken: "Even though Dong Yongyuan is a mother-in-law, he still does things with a sense of proportion. If it is very difficult, he will not ask you for help. . If you have to help, he will also give you a suitable reason. At that time, you will consider it, if you think it is acceptable, help if you want. "
Ji Lang heard that, Wu Miaomiao was a little happy that the young man just now recognized her identity as a wizard at a glance, but because of her relationship with the Metaphysics Association, she wanted to share her hatred with herself.
"But that kid is from the Metaphysics Association." Wu Miaomiao said tangled.
"Then you will charge more money." Ji Lang said.
"Don't you hate people from the Metaphysics Association?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
"You don't have to limit yourself because I hate someone. I hate many people." Ji Lang said, "I used to hate all the people in the world, can you not contact any of them?"
"That's fine, I'll listen to you." Wu Miaomiao was no longer tangled, she took out her phone and started looking for food.
Dong Yongyuan's house.
Dong Yongyuan and his cousin Sang Wenhao were sitting on the sofa in the living room. He asked carefully, "Tell me first, what's going on."
"Two days ago, the president of the association in Haishi and my dad made a video saying that a strange monk appeared in Haishi, holding a doll and using curses. I happened to see a similar record in a book." Sang Wenhao explained, "In the legend, there is a witch tribe who makes good use of witchcraft. Their people all use dolls as magic weapons. Among them, there is curse in witchcraft. I guess this monk may A wizard."
Dong Yongyuan knew Wu Miaomiao's identity as a wizard, but he had never heard of the faction of wizards, and in order to avoid suspicion, he never actively explored Wu Miaomiao's identity and spells. He was originally an undercover agent of the association, and the boss would have done his best to let him continue to work, so he was very careful about how he acted.
"You mean, a wizard can cure my aunt?" Dong Yongyuan asked.
"Well." Sang Wenhao nodded heavily, "The cultivation method of the Wu clan is very special. The general practice is to cultivate spiritual power, and then purify the evil spirits in the world, but the Wu clan is different, they are good at Transform."
"Transformation?" Dong Yongyuan couldn't help but think of what Wu Miaomiao said during the day about the production method of the Good Dream Doll. Isn't the good dream of the Good Dream Doll transformed by negative energy
"I don't know the specifics. I only know that the wizard family has a secret technique that can replace anything other than life and death." Sang Wenhao said.
Dong Yongyuan knew that his cousin was a genius. Not only did he have excellent cultivation aptitude, he was full of spiritual energy at a young age, and he had the ability to remember him well. Since he knew about his mother's physical condition, he began to find a solution, and to this end, he rummaged through all the books in the association. If he said that wizards have this kind of secret technique, there should be no falsehood.
"Is this kind of secret technique expensive?" Although Dong Yongyuan is a waste of metaphysics, he still knows what he should know. Everything has a cause and a result. If you want to cure my aunt, you must pay the corresponding price. If the price is particularly high, he can't force the proprietress to help, not to mention that the proprietress herself doesn't like the people of the association.
"No matter the cost, I will save my mother." Sang Wenhao said firmly.
"I'm not saying you, I'm a wizard. If you want to save my aunt, you should pay the price. But we ask the proprietress for help. If the price is too high, I won't be able to speak." Dong Yongyuan was embarrassed.
Sang Wenhao's mother is his aunt, and he naturally hopes that her aunt can be cured, but he also has self-knowledge, and he doesn't have such a big face.
"No, it is recorded in the book that sorcerers rely on this kind of secret technique to make money. When they use secret techniques, they only consume sorcery power without paying a price. The sorcerer's sorcery power is the same as our spiritual power. Cultivation will soon recover." Sang Wenhao read this book a few years ago, but the book said that the Wu clan had been cut off long ago, and he was sad for a long time.
He even thought about restoring this kind of secret technique by himself, but the inheritance of the witch clan was too small. Except for some recorded stories in the book, there was hardly any practice method about witchcraft.
Dong Yongyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine, I'll ask you when I go to work tomorrow. If it's really like what you said, I'll ask the boss for you."
"Yeah." Sang Wenhao nodded excitedly.
Early the next morning.
Dong Yongyuan got up early, bought crab roe buns in advance and prepared to wait for Wu Miaomiao in the studio. But because I was too nervous, the time was not calculated, and I came too early. If I really waited for Wu Miaomiao to click to the studio, the crab yellow bun would have been cold.
Dong Yongyuan had no choice but to cheapen the other three in the studio.
"Dongzi, what's wrong with you today? You weren't quite happy yesterday, why are you suddenly so happy and sad?" Bei Fan asked while eating the crab yellow bun.
"Bum, can you say something nice. Eat my food and curse me." Dong Yongyuan said angrily.
"For the sake of inviting us to eat steamed buns, talk about it, I'll give you an idea." Bei Fan said.
The other two nodded in agreement.
"I just hope that the boss and the proprietress will be in a good mood today." Maybe when they are in a good mood, they will readily agree as soon as they are in a good mood.
"Yuck~"
Dong Yongyuan was thinking about it, and suddenly there was a sound of vomiting in the studio.
"I said that you usually flatter yourself, and now the boss and the wife of the boss are not around, can you not be so disgusting." Analysys had an unbearable expression.
"That's right, we don't compete with you for the position of the flatterer, we rely on our strength to earn wages." Shan Junyi said.
"Bah, return the steamed buns to me." Dong Yong's qi had a myocardial infarction.
How many people will listen, grab the last few buns and eat them all.
"Express!" Suddenly, a shout came from the door, and a courier came to the door.
Dong Yongyuan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a courier boy in uniform standing at the door with a smile on his face.
"Give it to me, I'll sign it." Dong Yongyuan reached out for the courier slip.
"Sorry, this courier must be signed by me." The courier brother didn't give him the courier.
Dong Yongyuan was stunned, the studio's courier is basically written in his name, isn't it a work email
"Who is the recipient, I'll call him for you." It's not from the studio, it should be one of the three inside.
"Wu Miaomiao." The courier brother glanced at the courier slip.
"The proprietress? She'll be here in a while, can't I sign it for me?" Dong Yongyuan wondered, what express delivery must be signed by himself.
"Sorry, this is a university admission letter. We require that you or the unified school sign it." The courier brother smiled and said, "How about Haicheng University, this is a famous university, it is not easy to get admitted, but you can't lose it. already."
What? ! ! !
"University admission notice?" Dong Yongyuan was stunned, "Little brother, you can't make a mistake."
He remembered that the proprietress didn't seem to have filled out the college application. The boss's face was blackened that day. I also asked the personnel of the company next door to help in acting, but in the end I didn't earn the bonus, and I even lost a seafood dinner.
"No, look at this courier box, it's exclusively for Haicheng University. Our courier company helps the university send admission notices at this time of year." The courier brother showed Dong Yongyuan the cover of the courier box.
Dong Yongyuan's eyes widened, staring at the courier list: the sender, Haicheng University. The recipient, Wu Miaomiao.
"The proprietress has been admitted to university?" Dong Yongyuan grabbed the courier brother by the shoulders, "Or Haicheng University?!"
The courier guy is an experienced one. Every year, he sees many parents who are overjoyed because their children are admitted to university, not to mention such a famous school. At the moment, he said congratulations very calmly.
"Hahaha..." Dong Yongyuan suddenly laughed like crazy, "Xiao Bei, Analysys, Ajun, come out."
The three of Beifan came out collectively after hearing Dong Yongyuan's laughter.
"What's wrong?" Several people asked strangely.
"Madam boss, you are admitted to university!" Dong Yongyuan announced excitedly.
"Wood grass!"
"no!"
"Fifty thousand yuan bonus!"
The three of them rushed over and surrounded the courier brother in the middle: "Where's the admission letter, let me see it."
The courier brother did not notice for a while, and the courier box was robbed by them. I was panicking, seeing that they were just looking through the express box, but no one opened it, so I breathed a sigh of relief and went up and said, "Then what, if classmate Wu Miaomiao is not here, I will send it elsewhere first. , come back later?"
"Wait for a while, she'll be here in five minutes." Dong Yongyuan grabbed the person, "If this was in ancient times, and someone like you came to deliver notices, they would have to give happy money."
"Yes, yes, little brother, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water." Bei Fan went to pour the water diligently.
"Do you want any fruit? Bananas, apples, watermelons, oranges, which one to eat? Forget it, I'll get you some of the same."
When Wu Miaomiao and Ji Lang came to the studio, they saw such a strange scene. The studio group of four was galloping around a courier brother, and they didn't even notice when they came in.
"What are you doing?" Wu Miaomiao asked strangely.
The four of them froze for a moment, then turned their heads together, their expressions changed from smiling to excited, and said in unison, "Madam, you are admitted to university!"
"..." Wu Miaomiao was speechless, what is it, why don't you just go to a university, why are you so excited.
At this time, the courier brother can be regarded as seeing the master, and he rushed out of a pile of tea, melons and fruits, and ran straight to Wu Miaomiao: "Student Wu Miaomiao, you are here, the notice, please sign for it. a bit."
Wu Miaomiao sighed, took the notice and the courier slip, and signed her name with a few strokes.
"Congratulations." The courier brother said congratulations and fled as if flying. In the five minutes he was inside just now, he ate a total of one apple, two bananas, two oranges, and a large glass of water. The one named Bei Fan also went to cut watermelon for him. The people in here are so devilish. .
Wu Miaomiao opened the express box and took out the notice inside. The notice was very beautiful, and it was a three-dimensional painting with exquisite workmanship. In recent years, various universities have engaged in creative admissions, and there are various kinds of notices with their own characteristics. Wu Miaomiao is the first time I see it, so she can't help but feel a little novel. She shows the notice to Ji Lang: "Look at Xianggong, this notice is quite good. good-looking."
Ji Lang was looking at the notice in Wu Miaomiao's hand with a mysterious face, and asked after a long while, "How many points did you get in the college entrance examination?"
"695." Wu Miaomiao said.
"..." Ji Lang suddenly felt a little pain in his face. He agreed to sleep in class, but the teacher didn't like it
"It seems that there are still ten points for the competition, and the total score should be 705." Wu Miaomiao said.
No wonder Wu Miaomiao didn't look at the school's admission score when she was filling out her voluntary program, but only looked at the geographical location. Which university in China couldn't go to based on this score? Fortunately, the nearest university is Haicheng University, which is next door to Xxiang Technical School, or a well-known chef training institution
Thinking of a certain possibility, Ji Lang suddenly felt a pain in his liver.