"Ding, ding, ding!"

The mechanical alarm clock beats incessantly on the bedside table, making a crisp ringtone.

A small hand reached out on the bed and put it on top of the alarm clock, turned it off and picked it up. Another small hand reached over and tightened the clockwork.

Bing Mengchen put the alarm clock back on the bedside table, and got up in a daze and leaned against the head of the bed. After a while, Bing Mengchen slowly put on his clothes and came to the window. As soon as the thick curtain was lifted, the bright scene outside the window was actually piercing Bing Mengchen's eyes. But Bing Mengchen did not avoid it, but looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside the window, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Yo, our little magician didn't sleep today!" Bing Mengchen, who had just opened the door, heard this gentle and beautiful voice.

Bing Mengchen's little face was slightly red, and he said seriously to the woman who was tidying up the dining table in the living room: "Mom, that was before. It's different now, because I'm a magician now, and magicians don't sleep lazy. ”

"Okay, our little magician, come and have breakfast!" the woman laughed, "Grow taller and become a great magician soon." ”

Bing Mengchen looked around and suddenly asked, "Where's Dad?"

"Hmph, your father, I went back to the Knights early in the morning, and I didn't eat breakfast. There was some anger in the woman's tone, but more concern.

"You two are really going to leave me alone at home. The woman looked at Bing Mengchen and said resentfully, "Even if your father doesn't come home for a few months, you can only go home once in half a year now." Dust, you need to study magic hard at the academy, come back and help me teach your father's bastard a good lesson!"

"Guaranteed to complete the task!" Bing Mengchen's expression was serious, his body was straight, his right hand was clenched into a fist on his chest, and he performed a knightly salute that he learned from his father in a formal manner.

"Haha!" Seeing that the expression on Bing Mengchen's little face was so serious, the woman couldn't help laughing.

Mental power is 15.9, which is the result of Bing Mengchen's mental power test a few days ago.

Bing Mengchen is seven years old and has reached the age of going to school. A few days ago, the schools in the city began to enroll, and Bing Mengchen's mother Li Zixi took Bing Mengchen to sign up. When I signed up, the school conducted a mental power test, and the result was that Bing Mengchen's mental power was 15.9.

The mental power of ordinary people is generally around 7.0~8.9, and people who exceed 8.9 have the ability to learn magic. After confirming many times that there was no problem with the instrument, the school's dean of education strongly recommended Li Zixi to let Bing Mengchen join the Academy of Magic and become a magician, and gave Li Zixi a magic test certificate.

Although he especially wanted his son to join the Academy of Magic, because then his son might become a magician admired by everyone, Li Zixi was still very hesitant, because his family was just a commoner, his family was not wealthy, and he didn't have much money to support Bing Mengchen to study magic.

But the dean said that this is not a problem at all, as a civilian, Li Zixi does not know how urgent the kingdom's demand for magicians is, nor does he know the kingdom's attitude towards magicians, this magic academy is run by the kingdom, the cost is borne by the kingdom, and there is also a stipend for the students in the magic class. Therefore, students don't even have to pay for their own living expenses.

In the face of this kind of good thing, Li Zixi was overjoyed, of course he would not refuse, and Bing Mengchen also longed to become a magician. That night, even Bing Mengchen's father, who was in the Knights, took a leave of absence to come home to celebrate Bing Mengchen's entry into the magic class.

After all, becoming a magician is something that they civilians can't hope for. And today, it is the day when Bing Mengchen goes to the Academy of Magic.

The whistle suddenly sounded ——! beep beep, and a steam bus stopped in front of Bing Mengchen's house. The bus door opened, and a bald uncle walked down.

Seeing this, Li Zixi dragged a big box out with Bing Mengchen.

Next to the steam car, the bald uncle took the magic test certificate handed over by Li Zixi and looked at it, and stuffed the box containing Bing Mengchen's clothes into the storage space of the chassis of the bus.

"Congratulations! You've got a good son. The uncle said to Li Zixi.

"Of course!" Bing Mengchen on the side replied proudly.

When the uncle heard this, he smiled and said to Bing Mengchen: "Say goodbye to your mother before getting in the car! You probably won't be able to return home in the second half of this year." ”

But Bing Mengchen said to Li Zixi, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely become a great magician!" Then, he didn't look back and ran into the car.

The whistle sounded ——! beep and the steam car started.

Looking at the distant Bing Mengchen on the steam car, the corners of Li Zixi's mouth curled slightly, and he said to himself: "Are you going to leave like this?"

On the bus, Bing Mengchen couldn't help but rub his eyes when he looked at the ordinary people who were retreating backwards on both sides, as well as his mother who was getting smaller and smaller.

Bing Mengchen suddenly understood that he was not as strong as he imagined.

Of course, after all, he's only seven years old now.

The full name of the magic academy that Bing Mengchen is going to, Yanxi Royal Magic Academy. Located near the capital of the Yanxi Kingdom, it is the largest gathering place for magicians in the Yanxi Kingdom, and it is also the foundation of the strength of the Yanxi Kingdom. In this world full of aether, powerful magicians can be described as the hard power of a country. And the Academy of Magic, which is indispensable for training magicians.

It's just that the town where Bing Mengchen is now is not the national capital, but just a medium-sized city in the Yanxi Kingdom. To get to the country, you need to take a steam train.

It is not safe at night in the wilderness, and the distance to the national capital is too far for ordinary steam cars to work.

"It's a good year, there are more than 20 children in Qingyang City who have entered the magic academy!" On the bus, the bald uncle was controlling the steam car while speaking into a horn-shaped mouth.

Bing Mengchen, who was sitting in the front row, thought that the uncle was talking to himself, but he didn't expect another person's voice to come from the loudspeaker: "Yes! There were only a dozen last year." There are several more this year. ”

Bing Mengchen suddenly thought of the magic guide that his father had said that could transmit sound for thousands of miles.

When the uncle stopped talking, Bing Mengchen pointed to the horn and asked, "Uncle, is that a magic guide?"

"It's not. The uncle replied, "This is an electromagnetic microphone, a recent novelty from the Tower of Steam and Machinery, much cheaper than a magic channel." But it's much shorter than the Magister's effective range. ”

"Isn't it a magic guide?" Bing Mengchen was a little disappointed.

"Hehe! Magic guides are not something a civilian like me can afford. Future magician, can you give me a magic guide?" quipped.

"I want a magic guide too!" Bing Mengchen replied helplessly.