Chapter 1: Genius with a Spiritual Power of 20

"Zijin, run!"

Bai Muye shouted, sat up suddenly from the bed and opened his eyes.

His bloodshot eyes looked a little ferocious.

After a while, his eyes slowly regained clarity, his expression returned to normal, and his whole temperament suddenly became bright.

Like a ray of morning light shining through the gap in the curtains.

It made people feel happy.

He reached out and wiped the cold sweat on his head, let out a long breath, and continued to sit there in a daze.

He woke up from another nightmare.

He had had this dream for six consecutive years.

Different scenes, the same people, similar plots.

This time it was in the jungle.

A thin, short-haired little girl, her clothes stained with blood, staggered, and dragged him forward with great effort.

The jungle was dark and cold.

There were green eyes everywhere, watching them in the dark.

He couldn't move, couldn't shout, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone.

It was as uncomfortable as a nightmare.

The dream was long and exhausting.

For so many years, countless times in his dreams, he had always wanted to see the little girl's face clearly, but there was only a back view.

The only theme of the dream was escape.

Endless escape!

He didn't know why he had this dream for so many years?

He also didn't know who the little girl named Zijin was?

What was her relationship with him?

In order to find out, he even recorded many videos of himself sleeping.

But except for the four words "Zijin, run fast" that appeared very frequently, the rest were meaningless mumbling.

Every time I asked the old man, he always laughed it off.

He said it was just a dream and didn't need to be taken seriously.

Or he said that he had been a single dog for too many years and was thinking about love.

It was obviously nonsense, bullying Bai Muye for being a simple child.

If all the dreams of thinking about love were this kind, humans would have lost the motivation to reproduce long ago.

The old man must know something!

Bai Muye has a very good memory. He can’t say he has a photographic memory, but it’s almost there.

But he can’t remember anything about his life before he was eleven.

It’s a blank, no impression at all.

It seems that someone has tampered with it and erased that part of his memory.

Did I experience something extraordinary when I was still a baby?

Could it be that my true identity is actually a poor prince, and there is a throne waiting for me to inherit?

But why don’t I have a powerful and loyal servant by my side?

An old man?

Forget it!

It’s good that he doesn’t regard himself as a servant.

So, maybe I am just an amnesiac orphan picked up by an old man.

Bai Muye sighed softly and said to the air: "Open the curtains."

The curtains slowly opened to both sides automatically, and the dim room instantly became bright.

The early morning sun shone in and sprinkled on his well-proportioned and strong body.

For a seventeen-year-old boy, his perfect figure is a bit too much.

Of course, he is too handsome, so he has seldom gone out in recent years.

It is not pleasant to be looked at with surprised eyes, or even touched on the head and face.

Coming to the bathroom, Bai Muye looked at the mirror and asked seriously: "Mirror, mirror, why am I always awakened by nightmares?"

A sweet voice came from the mirror: "The little brother was awakened by his handsomeness!"

Perfunctory answer, perfunctory praise!

Do you need to tell me this well-known thing?

Bai Muye started to wash up expressionlessly.

Then exercise and eat breakfast.

Very regular.

Today is the day to apply for high school, and it is also the first day for him to go to school, so he must not be late.

Wait for the old man to come back and give him a surprise.

But... will the old man come back?

"Big Piaoliang... I want to eat white porridge and beef-filled buns."

While washing his face, Bai Muye said, "Also, if you dare to put green onions in it again, I will never let you go!"

"Yes, little brother..."

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Feixian Star, Baihua City.

The weather at the end of August is still very hot.

The square of No. 1 High School is crowded and looks a bit crowded.

At least tens of thousands of teenagers gathered here, and their young faces were intertwined with excitement, tension and expectation.

They lined up in hundreds of teams that were not very neat but still orderly, waiting for the test.

These are students who have passed the cultural courses and are preparing to apply for No. 1 High School.

And this is also the last checkpoint to enter No. 1 High School.

The huge transparent dome above the square filters out the scorching heat outside, leaving only bright light and suitable temperature.

This season of the year is the most stressful time for many parents and students in Baihua City.

It is also the most stressful time for teachers in No. 1 Middle School.

They have to select the most talented students from tens of thousands of students with excellent grades, and they are very busy.

Compared with other long teams, the team Bai Muye is in is very small.

He stood in a relatively front position. Although he was wearing a hat and a mask, his upright posture and bright and pure eyes were still very eye-catching.

Many girls in the queue were secretly looking at him.

Bai Muye was wondering how many talisman master apprentices there would be in this class.

Judging from the number of people in his line, it is estimated that it will not be very optimistic.

There have always been very few people applying for talisman masters.

Even if the enrollment is only once every ten years, there are not many applicants.

The requirements for talisman masters are really too high!

Drawing skills, patience, memory, discrimination ability... one level after another, I don’t know how many people have been eliminated.

Now this last level tests the most important foundation for becoming a talisman master - mental strength!

The school probably felt that the recruitment of talisman masters this year would not be very optimistic.

So during this morning, the cold and harsh scolding of the female examiner in charge of the recruitment of talisman masters never stopped, and it could be heard clearly from a long distance away.

Save the face of a child?

Not possible!

"Nine point five, unqualified, why come here with such a low score? Next one!"

"Twelve point three, no, next one..."

"Compromise? No compromise! Do you think this is a joke? What the hell can you draw if your mental power is not up to standard?"

"I repeat again, if your mental power is less than 20, don't try! Haven't you used the virtual warehouse at home? Why waste time when you know it's not possible?"

"It's not possible even if you are qualified in other aspects! Mental power is the foundation of becoming a talisman master! Didn't you communicate with your family before coming? Even if you haven't used the virtual warehouse, can't you feel whether your mental power is high or low?"

"You, you, you, and you, look at you, you look listless and fragile, like people with high mental power?"

"It only opens once every ten years... Don't want to miss it? It's not a question of whether you want to or not, it's a question of whether you can do it!"

Listening to the examiner's harsh words, Bai Muye felt a little sympathetic to the students who were eliminated.

Although the virtual warehouse has been popular for a long time, it does not mean that everyone has come into contact with it.

Many parents do not allow their children to get involved too early because they are worried that their children will become addicted to it.

That's what the old man is like.

He said that the virtual warehouse is used to play games.

The game is poisonous.

Bai Muye didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do. Who made him have no money?

One after another, students were eliminated. They were either disappointed, frustrated, or pretended to be calm but left silently with red eyes.

It was not cruel, but it still made the other students waiting in line feel a little sad.

From early morning to now, it was almost noon, and it seemed that only three people succeeded.

One had a mental power of 33, one was 36, and one was 55.

The one with 55, as soon as it was tested, immediately caused a sensation.

There has not been a high school student with a mental power of more than 50 in Baihua City for many years.

So when the boy named Mu Xi was tested with a mental power of 55, even the principal was alarmed and took a group of people to take Mu Xi away like a star.

The treatment of geniuses is different!

Time passed by little by little.

When the fat girl in front of Bai Muye was also eliminated, she looked at him pitifully, finally mustered up the courage, shouted "Come on, handsome guy", then wiped her tears and ran away quickly, and it was finally his turn!

Bai Muye looked calm on the surface, but he was a little nervous in his heart.

The old man sealed his mental power again a while ago, saying that there were probably about 17 or 18 points left.

After so many days... it should have increased, right?

If it was less than 20 points, it would be embarrassing and not being able to enter No. 1 Middle School would be too depressing.

Self-study is only allowed before high school, and he must go to high school.

Feeling nervous, Bai Muye came to the examiner and took off his hat and mask.

In an instant, countless people looked in his direction.

"Wow!"

"So handsome!"

"How can there be such a handsome guy?"

"I like this little brother so much!"

Bai Muye was very calm and saluted to the examiner with a smile: "Hello, teacher!"

This strict and irritable female examiner was actually very beautiful. She looked like a young woman in her twenties, especially her eyes, which were particularly bright and energetic.

She raised her head, glanced at Bai Muye, was slightly stunned for two seconds, then showed her first smile in the morning, and said gently: "Baihua Art School is next door."

Bai Muye: "..."

Judging people by appearance?

A bit too much!

Bai Muye: "Teacher, I want to apply for the talisman master exam."

Why would you want to apply for the talisman master exam when you are so good-looking?

Being an idol is more promising, right?

The female examiner thought to herself.

But looking at this face, the depression and anger of the whole morning magically disappeared.

What a handsome boy, so pleasing to the eye!

So she smiled patiently and said: "Apply for the talisman master exam, okay, put your hand on this instrument, yes, just like that, don't move..."

Some students who had just been eliminated and had not had time to leave were stunned: Isn't this too discriminatory?

After a while, a string of numbers appeared on the instrument. The female examiner looked a little surprised and looked up at Bai Muye again.

"Are you sure you want to apply for the talisman master exam?"

Bai Muye nodded.

Someone next to him was curious and stretched his neck to look over. On the screen of the instrument, there were two bright red numbers - 20!

It was just right, barely passed!

"Fuck... Is this okay?"

"What's going on? Someone passed?"

"Is this the fourth one? Amazing! Eh? Spiritual power 20?"

"Damn... This is too lucky, right? But 20... Isn't it a bit low?"

"He's so handsome and his spiritual power is so high!"

"Yes, yes, so handsome! He's better looking than a star!"

The female examiner was also speechless. 20, it's indeed passed.

But the key problem is that the talisman master has a very high demand for spiritual power.

Although 20 meets the standard of a junior talisman master, there has never been such a student who just hits the line in all these years.

Generally speaking, when students who are eligible to apply for the talisman master exam at high school age, their spiritual power starts at 30, and the worst is 28 or 29.

This kid has exactly 20 points of spiritual power, and he looks so good. Can he focus on the boring talisman technique?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but look at Bai Muye again. He's so handsome!

How can he be so good-looking? If I had a daughter... Alas, I don't have a daughter.

If I were twenty years younger...

Bai Muye looked at the female examiner in front of him, feeling a little nervous.

If I had known, I would not have let the old man seal it last time. At that time, it was only 70 or 80 points, and it was not beyond the scope of a primary talisman master.

Even if it would cause a sensation, it would not be as embarrassing as it is now, right?

Twenty... It's really close!

It's still a bit shabby.

"Wait a minute, don't be anxious..." The female examiner looked at Bai Muye and said with a smile, and then began to communicate with the leader.

After a while, she looked at Bai Muye and smiled, "Congratulations, classmate Bai Muye, you passed!"

Bai Muye breathed a sigh of relief and a happy smile appeared on his face.

This smile made many girls around him burst into stars.

"So handsome!"

"Slay all the creatures called school idols in a second!"

"So handsome! It must be so lucky to be classmates with such a handsome guy!"

The female examiner was also relieved, but at the same time she felt a little regretful. If this boy had a higher mental strength, even if he was only in his thirties... he should be able to become the image spokesperson of the talisman master, right?

Unfortunately, there are too few students who meet the standards this time!

From the beginning to now, including Bai Muye who is stuck in the standard line, there are only four people in total!

Add the two who have been confirmed before, this class... only six?

Looking at the not-too-long line behind, it is estimated that there will be no surprises.

It's really getting worse every year. In the batch ten years ago, there were at least twelve qualified people.

When will a true genius appear in Baihua City?

Put your hand on the instrument and it will directly display a three-digit number... How great would that be? As a talisman teacher, I will wake up with a smile in my dreams, right?

The female examiner glanced at Bai Muye and smiled gently, "Go back and wait for the notice."

"Okay, thank you, teacher!" Bai Muye bowed slightly, then turned and left.

He left with a lot of envious eyes.

It is estimated that the news that a "genius" with a spiritual power of 20 was admitted to the Talisman Master Class of No. 1 Middle School will spread quickly.

But I am afraid that it will form two completely different voices with Mu Xi with a spiritual power of 55...

But for Bai Muye, it doesn't matter.

No matter what, he was admitted after all, right?

His spiritual power is not really only 20. Even if he will be looked down upon in the short term, there is still a long way to go.

For the girls of No. 1 Middle School, it doesn't matter.

Twenty is twenty, so handsome, it doesn't matter if the spiritual power is zero!

It's enough to see this face every day!

Thinking of being able to become classmates with such a handsome guy, the hearts of countless girls are almost melted.

So happy!

Looking at Bai Muye's back, the examiner's eyes became softer.

What a polite and good kid!

The student standing behind Bai Muye had been waiting for a long time and couldn't help but whispered, "Teacher..."

"Why are you rushing me?"

The examiner immediately regained his seriousness and said expressionlessly: "Hurry up!"

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