Chapter 524: A Strong Uninvited Guest

He had no interest in appreciating these things, and the place had been in disrepair for many years, so it was not worth appreciating.

After waking up, what the meditator fears most is not that his power is too weak, but that everything and everyone has changed.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

The old relatives, friends, family members, and classmates are no longer around, leaving only a dusty and weedy yard. It feels like being abandoned by the whole world and forgotten by everyone.

There is something very important waiting for him to do.

Some of the rules have not changed over the years and can be applied whenever a meditator wakes up.

For example, the contact information of Shushoin.

The warm and sunny sunshine shines on the earth in the early morning, but it cannot penetrate into the small dark room with three layers of curtains.

"Huh... It's over. All my twelve years of hard study went to waste. In the end, I still can't escape death. Haha... It seems that I am really a waste."

Hua Ji was lying alone on the double bed. He slowly took off the magic glasses on his head and put them on the bedside table. Then he trembled and picked up a cigarette, lit it, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, muttering to himself with a dead heart:
"41C, what an ironic number. Just one point away, just one point and I'll be 42B. Hahahaha, it's over, everything is over, ah..."

Hua Ji yelled and roared hysterically...

He lamented his hopeless future with dismay:
"If I can't get a job, it means I have to be drafted into the army like my parents did. If I'm lucky, I can live to my thirties like them and leave behind a three-bedroom apartment and an orphan before dying. If I'm unlucky... heh..."

Of course, in addition to these, his parents also left him a message: Son, you must study hard, otherwise you will die!
Thinking of this, he lay on his belly without moving from morning to afternoon, and then got out of bed in a daze.

He had no intention of washing up and roughly put on his jeans that had been washed to a pale color. He walked to the tattered fabric sofa in the living room, sat down, and began to write an application to join the army.

He wrote this page of the volunteer application vigorously, but perhaps because he was unwilling to do so, he used too much force. With a snap, the pen broke...

The plastic pierced his palm, he calmly pulled out the fragment and held the blood-stained application form tightly to stop the bleeding.

Soon, he calmed down, put on his three-year-old shoes, pushed the door open, pressed the triangle on the super-high-speed elevator, and looked at the red indicator light above.

439，561，622，710．

With a beep, the elevator door opened.

He walked into the door and looked down at the silver ground. He didn't want anyone to see his lost and frustrated look. This was his only remaining dignity. It was a pity for this man. What he feared would come true.

The elevator door opened and a mother and son, dressed elegantly, came in.

"Hey, you're ranked third in this area, but you only got into a vocational college. Your dad is counting on you to enter the Magic Energy Research Institute like him, hey..."

The woman proudly scolded her son, her smiling face full of boasting, without a trace of blame.

"Wow! Your son is amazing. This is a higher vocational school. He is a prodigy." A middle-aged man in the same class expressed his sincere admiration.

Hua Ji speculated maliciously, you must not have children, otherwise you would not be so relaxed on this day when the results are announced.

A young woman praised: "Your son is really amazing. Unlike me, I had poor grades and had to join the army. If I hadn't been lucky enough to become a medic, I would have died in the Outer Realm."

At this moment, Hua Ji just wished he could close his ears and block out those words of praise. The high-speed elevator seemed to slow down. Under this mental torture, he felt that every second was like a year.

"drop!"

"Why is this person like this?"

Hua Ji pushed the man in front of him away, rushed out of the door, escaped from this extremely scary elevator, and ran to the street. The uneven thousand-meter-high buildings were lined up one after another, and the colorful light pollution reflected on their walls hurt Hua Ji's eyes. Various models of magic cars made waves of disturbing noises, disturbing his fragile heart.

"Boom boom boom" Hua Ji put his right hand on his chest, suppressing his frantically beating heart, as if it was about to jump out at the next moment. He hated everything here, even the stars on the billboards were like a contemptuous expression pack, laughing at his incompetence.

He walked with his head down on the terrazzo sidewalk and entered the stationery store according to his memory.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" the robot clerk greeted us warmly.

Hua Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one in the store. After just a dozen minutes' journey, his back was already soaked with sweat, and the cheap T-shirt was tightly stuck to his back, making him very uncomfortable.

He ignored the routine procedural dialogue of the machine clerk, walked straight to the shelf, picked up a ballpoint pen, and returned to the counter to swipe his card to pay.

After returning home and taking out a new pen, he started writing the application form again. This time he wrote it calmly and sincerely, with even a hint of heroism in his voice.

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well die with dignity. He wrote a line of big words at the end of the application form: I thought it was a sacrifice for the Xuanyuan clan.

As if it was not satisfying enough, he dripped blood and pressed his handprints. After doing this, he used up his last bit of strength. He lay back heavily and sank deeply into the sofa.

"Little Fairy Pen Fairy, I pay my respects to Master Pen King." A voice like a eunuch's duck voice rang out from Hua Ji's heart.

"Huh? The light curtain is not turned off?" Hua Ji frowned.

"Your Majesty, the light curtain is closed. It's Xiaoxian who is talking to you."

Hua Ji thought, "Is it that serious? I just failed the written test, so why am I hallucinating?"

"Your Majesty, you are not hallucinating. This is the ballpoint pen you just bought. You just used it to write."

Hua Ji sat up straight, picked up the pen and observed it carefully. Isn't this just what I bought for three cents just now? How could it be so serious as to become a delusion? I don't have money to treat the illness.

"Your Majesty, please save me. I am the last immortal. If you don't save me, our immortal race will become extinct."

Hua Ji covered his ears and found that the voice came from his heart, so he believed the words of the ballpoint pen, so he responded: "Pen Fairy? How do you prove that you are the Pen Fairy?"

"Your Majesty, I don't know. I have lost all my magical powers. Please save me quickly."

Hua Ji pursed his cracked lips, bit off a piece of dead skin and chewed it in his mouth. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Master Pen Fairy, you can recite the value of pi. As long as you can recite more than me, it proves that you are the real one."

"3.1415926535...Your Majesty, you don't need to speak. Just think about it in your heart and I will be able to hear your orders."

Hua Ji went into the room, took out his light computer, put it on, and checked the value of pi. It turned out to be true!
He begged in a tearful voice, "Master Pen Fairy, please help me change my grades. One point will do. I only need one point to get 42B. Please."

"Master Pen King, please save Xiaoxian first. My energy is almost exhausted."

"Master Pen Fairy, how can I save you? Please tell me quickly. Just hold on."

"Your Majesty, you just need to go out and pack your pens."

"What is a pen holder? Can you tell me more clearly where you put it?"

"Your Majesty, please go out quickly. We can talk while we walk..."

Hua Ji didn't dare to delay at all. He ran to the elevator entrance in his slippers and pressed the inverted triangle button.

"Your Majesty, a long, long time ago, middle school students would put one pen on the chest of their suits, high school students would put two, and college students would put three to show off their knowledge."

(End of this chapter)