A little girl at a magic school, she's a goofy troublemaker who can do anything.

Li Wenyin really couldn't stand seeing anyone cry in front of her.

He couldn't stop sobbing, helplessly clutching her hand like a lifeline, muttering to himself.

Si Zeyi kept repeating "That's great" in a jumbled way, his head bowed as he tightly held Li Wenyin's hands. His tall figure bowed his head at that moment, filled with self-reproach, regret, and endless comfort.

"Senior, please don't cry..."

Li Wenyin softened her voice and comforted her gently. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Si Weilan standing anxiously beside her, looking at her with a pleading and helpless expression. This made Li Wenyin feel sad as well.

Before coming, Li Wenyin had repeatedly considered whether or not to overturn Si Zeyi's ideas.

He has lost his memory and is mentally unstable, so perhaps taking things slowly would be much better.

Now that Li Wenyin has gained his trust, she can keep Si Zeyi in check and slowly find a solution.

However, Li Wenyin then thought that doing so was somewhat arrogant.

Si Zeyi's world is bright and warm, with family and friends who care about him and whom he cares about. He deserves all of this, but his amnesia has caused him to misunderstand many things. He shouldn't have placed his only hope on Li Wenyin.

Therefore, Li Wenyin ultimately decided to forcefully push him back into his own world, directly overturning his beliefs, and then coaxing him with a soft heart that the magic weapon was fake, that the future he feared was fake, and that no one would get hurt.

However, Li Wenyin had indeed thought it through. Even if those "futures" were real in the past, they would definitely be fake in the future, she believed.

They will all have a new future.

-

"Hey senior, please don't cry..." Li Wenyin offered dry comfort. "Anyone who didn't know better would think I beat you up and made you cry. Your sister is watching, and I've been unfairly blamed for this."

She wasn't entirely innocent; she was the one who made Si Zeyi cry.

"No, I... I'm just happy..."

After crying his fill, Si Zeyi felt relieved. He smiled and wiped away his tears, glancing nervously at Si Weilan beside him.

Seeing that Si Zeyi seemed to have recovered a little, Si Weilan smiled with relief: "Brother, I heard from sister that you seem to have forgotten me. It's okay, we can get to know each other again. Don't be afraid, you'll definitely get better!"

The rare reunion of the siblings was deeply moving. Li Wenyin thought that it was about time for her to take care of her next task, so she quickly handed Si Zeyi over to Si Weilan.

"Um, Miss Si, your brother is mentally unstable right now and needs you a lot. Please protect him."

Si Weilan helped Si Zeyi up, blinked, and looked at Li Wenyin: "And what about you?"

"What?" Li Wenyin was stunned.

"Sister, could you stay too?" Si Weilan asked softly, probably sensing that Li Wenyin was about to leave. "My brother needs you very much."

what?

Li Wenyin looked at Si Zeyi, who had just recovered, with some puzzlement, thinking that he seemed to be in good condition, much more stable than before.

"I'm just getting in the way. You two siblings chat, don't worry about me."

"Won't."

Unexpectedly, Si Weilan spoke up again, gently refuting Li Wenyin.

She was petite and thin, with a face as pretty as a porcelain doll. Her clean and bright almond-shaped eyes perfectly reflected Li Wenyin's figure, and her gaze was quite resolute.

"Even though he has amnesia, he still remembers you, sister. You must be a very important person to him. My brother... needs you very much."

Li Wenyin was about to wave her hand and say that it was really nothing important, and that she had taken advantage of the situation by chance.

As a result, the soft sound coming from the cherry ear clip entered Li Wenyin's ears.

"No, you can't. My other brother needs it too."

Uh-huh.

Li Wenyin raised her hand and touched the cherry ear clip, thinking to herself, "Oh my god, this guy is still eavesdropping, and he's even arguing with Si Weilan from afar again."

"I know, it won't interfere with your business. Give me some trust, okay?" Li Wenyin quickly and quietly responded to the voice in the cherry ear clip, then turned to Si Weilan and said, "Sorry, I have to go catch the bad guy now. Protect him, and I'll come back to you when I'm done!"

Si Weilan nodded gently, staying close to Si Zeyi, but her eyes were fixed on Li Wenyin, as if she was pondering something in her little head.

She smiled and replied firmly, "Okay, I will do my best."

-

After bidding farewell to the Si siblings, Li Wenyin lifted her skirt and stepped onto the center of the stage.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

Next, something big is about to happen.

Li Wenyin adjusted her breathing, closed her eyes, opened them, and raised her arms high.

"All eyes are on me!"

"Snap."

The lights at the ball were turned off.

It was already late at night, and hundreds of bright lights were suddenly turned off.

At the same time, a large-scale magic spell that created a prison-like environment was activated, and everyone at the ball felt a sudden discomfort.

I can't sense any magic anymore!

The connection between the body's magic and its own perception was abruptly severed, and students who were used to circulating magic felt that their senses were much impaired.

Just like suddenly becoming an ordinary person with no magical abilities, the feeling was not comfortable. In addition, the ballroom suddenly went completely dark, and the students began to discuss it anxiously.

"Why is everything so dark?"

"What's going on? And who was speaking just now?!"

"I can't cast spells anymore, not even the most basic light spells! I can't feel my magic power!"

"Who carried the magical artifact? There should be some remaining magical power inside, right?"

"No, I can't feel the magic power in my magic weapon anymore. That shouldn't be the case; it was fully charged just before I left."

At that moment, a dazzling light appeared in the center of the ball.

Bioluminescent jellyfish are often hailed as beacons of light in the silent deep sea. They swim gently, their bodies swaying gracefully, like a light and elegant dance.

At this moment, the stunning turquoise dress that Li Wenyin was wearing resembled hundreds of breathtakingly beautiful deep-sea jellyfish gathered together, flowing with the deep blue of the ocean as they slowly danced.

The sheer, flowing fabric on the hem, cuffs, and edges of the layered embroidery resembles the tentacles of a jellyfish in motion, unique and mysterious.

Li Wenyin's skirt was glowing, and Li Wenyin herself was glowing.

In this pitch-black night, the most dazzling light in the deep sea.

Then, Li Wenyin closed her eyes, slowly raised her arms, and began to dance alone on the stage.

With graceful and light steps, she twirled and danced on the stage, captivating the audience, in a stunning deep-sea jellyfish dress.

The dance was beautiful, and with each step she took, the jellyfish-patterned skirt would ripple with water, gradually changing color until it became crystal clear at the edge, like the mist of night or the morning dew.

The sheer awe-inspiring performance instantly drew everyone's attention, soothing the students' anxious hearts. They began to empathize and accept that this was part of the dance's planned design.

Li Wenyin danced alone with her eyes closed.

As planned, she took her designated spot. Then, the lights went out and a large-scale restrictive spell was activated. Li Wenyin's task was to attract the attention of all the students in the dark, while the others acted in the shadows.

In the darkness, Yu Chi Quan cast a spell on Li Wenyin from a distance, saying it was to help her complete her mission.

I don't know what Youyou did to yourself, but you closed your eyes and told me to just enjoy the dance.

Would he suddenly become vengeful and humiliate her severely?!

Well, that's fine too. Li Wenyin isn't too afraid of losing face, and while he was casting a spell on himself, he also passed on some elegant and graceful dance abilities to her, which was quite thoughtful.

Li Wenyin is now dancing alone with her eyes closed, completely following her instincts.

She thought she might be infamous for this, but she never expected that her wicked but delighted cat, who was even more eager to see her shine, would secretly, like a fairy godmother, give her the most dreamy and beautiful clothes and the most dazzling stage.

-

While the students were engrossed in the dreamlike performance, some secretly stirred, feeling uneasy.

A figure, unable to bear the darkness of the ball, rushed through the crowd, apologizing as he did so, desperately trying to escape as if he couldn't breathe.

Because he can't see.

From his perspective, it was completely dark. He couldn't see Li Wenyin's glowing dress on the stage, but he could sense from the emotional changes of the people around him that something on the stage was definitely glowing.

But he can't see it.

Realizing this, he immediately understood that he had fallen into a trap. He broke out in a cold sweat and desperately wanted to leave, cursing under his breath the hateful restrictive magic that had been cast at some unknown time, with such a wide range of restrictions.

He realized this was aimed at him; he had to leave immediately, otherwise...

He had just stepped out of the ballroom when a white figure appeared in front of him in the moonlight, causing him to shove it away as if facing a formidable enemy, and he was terrified.

"It is said."

Ji Moxuan, who had a bad temper, glared at the person in front of her and spoke in a domineering and intimidating tone.

"Because wandering magical artifacts are extremely difficult to make, once worn, they are very difficult to remove."

He had never been so scared before. His face turned deathly pale, and he retreated haphazardly.

For every step he took back, Ji Moxuan took a step forward.

She continued, "So, generally speaking, the creators of roaming magical artifacts will set up special permissions for themselves."

"Vice President, I..." He retreated frantically, his eyes trembling, as if he himself realized that he was struggling to survive.

"That is," Ji Moxuan said, "administrator privileges, a kind of privilege that ensures that no matter how the magical artifact changes or wanders, it will always appear as its original form in the eyes of the maker, making it convenient for the maker to take it as they see fit."

His prediction had come true; he had nowhere to hide and could only watch in despair as Ji Moxuan drew ever closer.

"At the pitch-black ball, everyone could see the dazzling brilliance of that dress, but you only felt darkness."

Ji Moxuan's voice was firm and resolute.

"Because you can't see it, that glowing dress is a transformation device, and in your eyes, it will always be the same as it was at the beginning."

"You are the creator of the wandering disguise device!"

And while being the creator of the transformation magic device, what else is he the creator of?

He was certain that Ji Moxuan knew about this before she came to arrest him.

This was an arrest targeting himself...

Ji Moxuan stared at him fiercely: "What else do you have to say? Yin Yeming, the creator of the Black Magic Weapon and the head of the Fashion Styling Department."

-

Yin Yeming remained silent for a long time, with nowhere left to retreat. His hands trembled and his eyes were filled with fear and terror as he murmured, "No, you can't grab me..."

"He still talks a lot even when he's about to die."

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of Yin Yeming's head from behind, slamming him face down on the ground.

Yin Yeming's chin was bleeding from the impact. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Zhou Mixuan, who had her hair tied in a wolf's tail, squatting leisurely beside him, supporting him with her hand, seemingly not intending to let him get up.

Upon seeing Zhou Mixuan, Yin Yeming became even more terrified, trembling uncontrollably: "No, you can't grab me, you can't touch me..."

"Hmm, still stubborn. Well then, what should we do? Shall we break your arm first?" Before Zhou Mixuan could finish speaking, she acted like a ruthless demon, snapping off the arm in one swift motion.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Yin Yeming immediately began to scream in agony.

Such reckless and arbitrary behavior, disregarding procedures and rules, was happening right before her eyes. The dutiful Ji Moxuan couldn't stand it any longer and frowned, reminding him, "Zhou."

"Hmm? It's alright. After the process is complete, even if he's tainted by dark magic, I can still interrogate him at will," Zhou Mixuan smiled blankly. "If I accidentally make a mistake, I can just have Shangguan take over."

It's not immediately clear which one is more terrifying.

"Can you tell me why I can't touch you?"

A gentle male voice rang out, and a young man in white robes with long hair walked gracefully over, smiling and politely inquiring about the person who was pinned to the ground and unable to move.

His tone was gentle and friendly, like a polite and pleasant inquiry to a friend during afternoon tea, accompanied by a gentle and kind smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

If he hadn't turned a blind eye to Zhou Mixuan's actions, and hadn't been carrying a bag of the black magic artifacts he had painstakingly hidden, he might have indeed felt quite comfortable.

Yin Yeming was speechless, looking up in despair at the young man who was walking towards him.

Yuchi Quan...

Even though the three people in front of him were all wearing white uniforms, Yin Yeming's eyes were completely black, and he could no longer see any hope for himself.

-

"There are so many of them, they're all Black Magic Artifacts?"

Ji Moxuan glanced at the bag that Yuchi Quan had brought, then glared at Yin Yeming on the ground with disgust.

"I used to think you were incompetent, but now it seems I was wrong."

They're quite good at stirring things up.

Yin Yeming kept his lips tightly closed.

"You haven't answered my question yet?"

Yu Chi Quan leaned down slightly and asked him in a friendly and kind manner, his attitude seemingly very sincere, hoping to receive a sincere answer in return.

Yin Yeming felt a chill run down his spine. He knew he was doomed. His face was deathly pale as he made a final, desperate struggle: "There's someone in the ball right now wearing the black magic weapon I made. If you arrest me, I'll immediately make it explode."