Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 544: 149: A Beautiful Dream? 3

Chapter 544: Chapter 149: A Beautiful Dream? _3

“Link, Link…”

Before walking into the “Do Whatever You Want” base, Jasmine murmured uncontrollably.

“Link, Link, wake up, wake up, stop sleeping!”

A shaking sensation and a familiar voice woke up a soundly sleeping Link.

Letting out a big stretch, Link groaned contently, “So good!”

“Good?”

A roar, like that of a cannon explosion, erupted above Link’s head.

A stout man with a beard, looking like a fierce warrior, stood behind Link, face darkened, and rebuked, “Does it feel good to sleep instead of paying attention in class? Want to feel even better? Go stand at the back of the class, continue the lesson standing!”

Startled, Link instantly woke up. He quickly withdrew his hand and, holding his textbook, sulkily ran to the back of the classroom to stand straight.

As he stood there, listening to a familiar voice, taking a familiar class, Link’s vision started to blur.

An absurd sensation arose, as if what he was seeing was not the real world but a data stream made up of zeros and ones instead.

He blinked, and the data stream that seed to have appeared in his vision disappeared.

What he saw was still the familiar classroom, familiar classmates, and familiar teacher.

Even the countdown to the final exams hanging above the blackboard looked the sa.

What data stream?

“Am I still sleepy?”

Link shook his head and found himself to be quite alert.

What was that just now?

He frowned and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly he rembered the dream he had after falling asleep during class.

It was a long and strange dream.

He dreamt that he had traveled to a Wizard World and, through his relentless efforts with no external help at all, beca a powerful wizard.

It was as easy as eating and drinking to kill opponents of the sa level.

He could even beat up incompetent villains who were a level higher than he was.

And he was also quite lucky in love, with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl following him around from the beginning.

Buried in his thoughts, Link suddenly felt sleepy again. He let out a huge yawn, nearly falling asleep even while standing straight.

“Link! You scoundrel!”

The dark-skinned, bearded English teacher who looked like a brusque warrior roared angrily and hurled a piece of chalk at him.

The chalk was about to hit Link between his eyes.

Link widened his eyes, and the chalk stopped abruptly, just a hair’s breadth away from his brow.

“This…”

With a start, his gaze beca unfocused and the chalk fell to the floor.

“Stand at attention!”

The fierce-looking English teacher continued to roar.

The teacher’s bearded, dark face looked abstract to Link.

It started to resemble an old Picasso self-portrait.

It was as strange as it could get, definitely not human-looking anymore.

Link shook his head and looked at the English teacher again, only to find that he looked normal again.

“Strange.”

Murmuring to himself and bowing his head, Link looked at the piece of chalk on the ground. He focused all his attention on it, silently willing it to float.

Just like little wizards shouting “up!” at brooms.

Link wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he saw the chalk move.

But before he could confirm, a big, rubber-soled shoe crushed the chalk rcilessly.

The English teacher, who sotis seed like a human and other tis did not, left with a cold “harrumph” and walked past Link.

Everything that happens once can happen twice, but not a third ti.

No longer daydreaming during English class, Link began to attentively listen to the lecture.

As he listened, he felt that he had learned all of this before, and it was all very simple.

Halfway through, the very simple English lesson ended quickly.

During the break, Link did not go out for fresh air. Instead, he sat at his desk, blankly looking at the empty desk next to him.

He heard that a new student, a girl, was transferring to their school today. He wondered about her personality, whether she was easy to get along with, if she would draw a clear line, etc.

The most important thing was, whether she was pretty or not.

Caught up in his thoughts, the ten-minute break passed quickly, and the bell rang for class.

The head teacher, also the Chinese language teacher, walked into the classroom with a calm and composed girl.

“Classmates, let’s welco our new classmate who is joining our big family.”

The horoom teacher finished speaking and started to clap.

Imdiately, the classroom erupted in a thunderous applause, welcoming the radiant, beautiful new student.

“New student, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

As the applause died down, the head teacher continued with the welcoming procedure.

The quiet and beautiful new student smiled sweetly and introduced herself confidently, “Hello everyone, my last na is Ai and my first na is Elise. I am rather quiet in nature and like cute little toys. I hope to get along harmoniously with everyone.”

Looking at the new student and listening to her introduction, Link suddenly thought of a phrase: “I feel like I have seen this girl sowhere.”

Sothing just didn’t feel right.