"Fang Chang!"

"Fang Chang!!!"

After being patted hard on his shoulder, Fang Chang quickly stood up and looked up at the blackboard.

The eyes were filled with groups of students leaving the classroom, and the laughter and joking talk came into the ears that gradually became clear.

"Fang Chang, are you okay? The first time I saw you sleeping all class." The voice sounded in my ears again, and Fang Chang turned his head and looked at it.

The thin cheeks and the bags of the eyes were slightly black, and the black-framed glasses on the bridge of the nose could not hide the faint bloodshot in the eyes. There was a smile on the thin face, and there was a hint of urgency.

Fang Chang rubbed his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Ma Cheng, how long have I slept?"

The other party raised his wrist and turned on the holographic screen, which clearly displayed the digital time.

11:53

"Damn, there are only 7 minutes left. We'll go back to the dormitory soon. The magic competition will begin soon!" Ma Cheng saw the time, shouted anxiously, turned around and ran out of the classroom.

When he ran to the door of the stairs classroom, he did not forget to turn around and urged: "Fang Chang, hurry up, you will not be able to see the opening ceremony if you are late!"

"Okay, you go first, I'll come right away." Fang Chang responded casually, looking at the empty staircase classroom, his brows gradually frowned.

Just now, he had a very real dream.

In his dream, he suddenly appeared on a strange platform. I don’t know what materials this platform was made of, and it was full of technology.

What shocked him the most was that the background of this platform was the vast universe. He stood on the platform, surrounded by stars emitting bright light.

This gave him the illusion that he was at the center of the universe!

When he calmed down, he found a huge door in the center of the platform.

This is a gate with green flames on the surface, and in the center is a rotating lilac vortex.

"Death is backward, magic is forward."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, Fang Chang was startled, "Who!?"

The voice did not answer, and the platform fell into silence again.

"Who is talking?" Fang Chang shouted again.

After waiting for a while, there was still no answer. Fang Chang narrowed his eyes. His voice was not overwhelming at all, and what he said was also a single choice question.

Death is backward, magic is forward.

Is this clearly asking myself to choose magic?

After carefully looking at the burning gate for a while, Fang Chang suddenly noticed that there were some fine pieces of metal about ten meters away from the gate.

This discovery made his eyes lit up and he hurried over.

There are serious signs of damage here, and a large amount of metal debris scattered on the ground, each piece of metal debris is about the size of a slap.

Curiously, Fang Chang reached out to grab a piece of metal debris at his feet. Although the debris were incomplete, he could still vaguely see traces of the surface etched like electronic patterns.

Just as he was about to pick it up and study it.

“…”

Can't pick it up!

This piece of metal fragment as big as a palm seems to weigh several tons, firmly attached to the ground. Not to mention picking up the square long, it can't even make it shake!

"What the hell!"

Fang Chang rubbed his palm that had just been painful because of the force, and complained.

I got up and tried to kick hard with my feet. Except for the reaction that made the soles of my feet uncomfortable, the small piece of metal debris remained motionless.

Fang Chang understood this time, this thing was completely welded!

Otherwise, with his precise footwork, how could he not even kick such a small piece of metal?

"Death is backward, magic is forward, please choose."

At this moment, the sound rang again, but before Fang Chang could react, the platform under his feet suddenly shook, and then Fang Chang found that the edge of the platform was shattering!

This platform made of unknown materials collapses rapidly like flying catkins.

In just a blink of an eye, a circle with a diameter of about ten meters disappeared.

Fang Chang looked at the distance between himself and the magic gate. It was about ten meters. The overall size of the platform was estimated to be about one hundred meters, but in just a blink of an eye, ten meters were gone!

With such a dazed moment, twenty meters disappeared outside the platform. The platform under his feet was quickly disintegrating, and Fang Chang immediately panicked.

"Damn!"

Fang Chang rushed towards the magic gate. As an ordinary university monk, he had neither sports expertise nor sports experts. Fang Chang was so panicked that he could grow his fourth leg.

Fang Chang was struggling forward, and the platform was rapidly disintegrating. As the collapsed place was getting closer and closer, I wonder if it was an illusion, Fang Chang felt that the ground under his feet was empty.

"Oh my God, it's not that my legs are weak, right?" When Fang Chang discovered this fact, he was about four meters away from the magic gate.

At this moment, Fang Chang was desperate inside.

As the platform collapsed, the ground under his feet completely disappeared, and a strong sense of weightlessness made Fang Chang feel at a loss and waved wildly in a daze.

"Why can't I burst out in dangerous moments every time like the protagonist in the anime!"

Fang Chang, who was about to fall, suddenly realized that except for the feeling of weightlessness, he did not seem to have fallen...

At this moment, a strong desire to survive broke out from Fang Chang's heart, and he used the dog-planing style to make his body move towards the magic gate.

However, although the feeling of weightlessness did not make him fall, no action could be caused by his actions.

After the dog dug for a while, Fang Chang shed tears of despair.

What made him even more frightened was that the tears flowed out not downwards, but were floating outwards without direction, followed by a cold and heart-wrenching cold.

A faint layer of frost gradually appeared on the surface of his body. Feeling the coldness, the long movements became more and more stiff until they gradually stopped.

"To die?"

Fang Chang gradually closed his eyes, and as his consciousness was about to disappear, a faint traction force sucked him.

Fang Chang just heard a sound vaguely.

"Mean IQ, qualified!"

...

Walking on the road to campus, Fang Chang has been thinking about a question, was he dreaming just now?

If it is a dream, why is it so real and still remember it so clearly?

You should know that even if someone can remember the dreams he has, he can only remember some blurry scenes, but this time he can clearly recall everything that happened just now!

If it is not a dream, then what the hell is the last sentence "IQ"?

Is this the reason why I can’t get into college and need money to make up for the score gap?

Fang Chang seemed to understand something at this moment.

"Fang Chang, what are you doing? You are not coming back yet? The first game of the magic competition is almost started!" A holographic screen suddenly popped up with the communicator wearing his wrist, and Ma Cheng's face that was thin and as thin as kidney deficiency appeared in front of him.

"immediately!"

Fang Chang then remembered that he seemed to have passed the magic gate just now, why did he have no changes at all?
Chapter completed!