I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

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You are sitting on the long-distance bus returning home to worship your ancestors.

The light rain pattered against the yellowed and degummed glass windows.

The extremely regular bumps of the car quickly wake you up to sleep.

You put on your headphones.

The whole world fell silent.

You close your eyes.

Planning to take a nap.

Suddenly.

The ear-piercing electric mic blasts in your eardrums.

The continuous drowsiness was startled away a little.

You take off your headphones.

While debugging the plug, he looked around——

The middle-aged man with a big belly next to him was chatting on WeChat using the handwriting input method.

The little boy in the front seat is watching your back curiously.

The seat next to the aisle.

Two girls in high school uniforms were whispering.

From time to time came low laughter.

The in-vehicle ad in the middle of the aisle still babbles.

"There is nothing unusual."

You tell yourself that.

Then put the headset back on.

"Squeak!"

The current wheat fried more seriously.

You start to realize something is wrong.

You pressed your right hand hard on the glass window, and soon you made an obvious mark.

The car drove into the tunnel.

Everything went dark.

You nervously rip off your earphones.

It's only at this point that you notice—

I don't know when.

Everyone in the carriage is looking at you with a faint look!

The little boy pouted at you.

The middle-aged man looked impatient.

Even the two girls had expressions of disgust on their faces.

The most important thing is their eyes!

Sometimes dull.

Sometimes with deep hatred!

You know the symptoms.

You know that legend.

You know what's being taken from these walking dead passengers!

But it's too late!

"No!"

Your heart lights up and you turn on your phone screen.

But just before your thumb touched the little red dot on the screen.

A bad news like the whisper of an ancient god has already exploded in your ears:

"One key for ten years will not be updated today."

You let go.

There was a snap.

The phone falls to the ground.

In the peripheral vision.

You suddenly notice the new chapter appearing on the pages of the book—

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"Another Ching Ming Festival"

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There is a fire burning in your heart.

"It's probably not a leave note."

You click on it.

Then your gaze starts to glaze over from time to time.

Sometimes with deep hatred.

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This is a leave note.

Although I am a little sorry to ask for leave at the beginning of the month.

But there is really no way.

My wife and I have been licensed for many years.

But because of the epidemic and other reasons.

The wedding was delayed.

The improvement of the epidemic situation this year is finally set.

Today is the engagement party.

Can only ask for leave.

There is also a wedding reception in late May.

It looks like I have to ask for a day or two of leave during the introduction.

During this time.

I try not to ask for leave.

bow.

kowtow.

brain matter.

chest hair.

This time it has everything.

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