The twins were still pestering Zhu Biao, and with a "click", the door of the study opened, and Xu Tianshou poked his head out with a majestic beard and shouted: "Left and right, let me in!" ”

Xu Zuo and Xu You suddenly became half a cut shorter, and left the corner reluctantly, Guo Dalu walked out listlessly from the open study door, and took a look with the two brothers, and was glared at by one of them for some reason.

Xu Tianshou carried a son in one hand and threw them into the house, hooking his legs reflexively, and there was a loud earth-shaking bang when the door slammed slam shut.

Guo Dalu and Zhu Biao were both shaken, and Guo Dalu looked back in surprise, with a worried expression on his face.

"Don't worry," Zhu Biao stretched out his hand to put his hand on his shoulder, "Your uncle is doing this for you, Xu Zuo and Xu You treated you like this yesterday, he didn't teach them a lesson, and he said that it was all his meaning, and if your parents settle accounts after the autumn in the future, the faces of relatives will not look good." ”

Guo Dalu didn't seem to understand it, but he had always trusted Zhu Biao's judgment, and the worry on his face immediately turned into admiration, Zhu Biao was triumphant, thinking to himself, it was not for nothing that the master accompanied his mother to all kinds of house fighting palace dramas.

There were no other spectators around, so he didn't need to pretend to be deep, and his lively nature prevailed again, and asked curiously, "What did your uncle tell you?" ”

Guo Dalu's lips twitched twice, his face was embarrassed, and he wanted to replace it with other people who really had eyesight, so he should consciously find another way to skip this question, but Guo Dalu cherished Zhu Biao as a friend in his heart and refused to disobey his wishes in person; And Zhu Biao's house fighting palace drama is really in vain, and he never thought of applying it to his friends.

After a stalemate for a long time, Zhu Biao was nothing, Guo Dalu Khan came down, and finally made up a paragraph in a hurry, and said in a hurry: "Uncle asked me: 'Why did you come to the capital with all your hard work?'" Have you found your ideals? I said, 'No, I haven't thought about it.' ’”

He was afraid that Zhu Biao would ask again, and then said, "What about you, do you have ideals?" ”

Zhu Biao spread his hands, "I don't know." ”

This topic was a little heavy, so heavy that their young shoulders also felt the soreness caused by the pressure, Guo Dalu and Zhu Biao walked back to their room along the same path, silent all the way, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Zhu Biao had seen a movie before, and there was a classic line in it: What is the difference between being a man without ideals and a salted fish?

At that time, he didn't have a deep understanding of that line, because at that time he was still a high school student who "studied hard and made progress every day", of course he would not be a salted fish, and he didn't have to deliberately look for it himself, and the people around him had already arranged the most convenient ideal for him - to be admitted to a good university.

What happens after you get admitted to university? It is about to continue to take the graduate school entrance examination, or go abroad, and children of the same age as him can imagine the future to this point has reached the limit.

It was supposed to be a well-established and reliable route, like a fully enclosed light rail train, and the ideal was the destined destination, and he didn't even have to choose it himself, there was always someone who could put him on the right train at the right time and in the right place.

However, no one expected that the train would derail and Zhu Biao would cross.

Zhu Biao sighed, gave up thinking about the metaphysical problem of "ideal", and still used his old method: to establish a practical and feasible short-term goal. He had no idea what he wanted to do now, but thankfully, he knew he didn't want to do.

Whether it was before or after the crossing, Zhu Biao was not ready to be an adult with social attributes, and he did not want to work yet, although his short life as a miner in District 11 felt good, he did not have to deal with other people, studied the machine every day, listened to the radio, and explored the unknown world at a leisurely pace.

Leaving the eleventh arrondissement, he doesn't know what he wants to do in the future, he hasn't found his ideals, he doesn't plan to adapt to society too early, then, he only has one last choice left, to do another thing that he is good at.

As a high school student, he was only good at reading.

Go to the Academy of Magic.

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This idea was first born from Bai Changqi's words: "Go to the Academy of Magic and report, don't waste your talent, cub." ”

Zhu Biao inquired about Daming's magic academies afterwards, except for some second-level colleges under comprehensive universities, there were a total of seventy-nine independent magic academies, and fifty-six of them were in the three special zones of the capital.

Of course, there are good and bad in these fifty-six magic academies, there are famous schools with strong teachers, and there are also pheasant universities that fish in troubled waters, if you are a local, you will more or less have heard of it, or the seniors who know how to guide the way, just like Zhu Biao at that time, the senior brothers and sisters who watched the third year of high school fill in the volunteers, and the head teacher will hold out a bunch of admissions advertisements to teach earnestly.

It's a pity that he is not a local now, as a complete outsider, Zhu Biao is very distressed, very distressed.

No one can ask, Guo Dalu is even more ignorant than him, and he doesn't like the Xu family's father and son, and he is not willing to discuss these private matters related to his future with them. Counting the people he knew, there was only Bai Changqi...... Forget it, people don't treat him as a friend, and he doesn't even leave a contact information, so he won't be cheeky and stubborn.

Zhu Biao held his head and thought about it, and finally decided to make a trick.

In broad daylight, he and Guo Dalu were huddled side by side on a single bed, wearing a glasses-shaped network connector, and connected to the Daming public network.

The picture in front of him was foggy, and the black villain with the words "Little Brother Zhu" on his head ran and ran to the familiar operating table.

National Library, Public Classroom, Daming Discussion Board.

Of the three commonly used URLs he collected, Zhu Biao chose the third item this time: Daming Discussion Edition.

Behind the console was the corner of the virtual corridor, and as he clicked on the option, a torrent of golden light rushed down, and a waterfall hung like a waterfall behind the corner.

Zhu Biao bypassed the console and took a step forward.

Stepping on the air abruptly, as if falling from a height of several hundred meters, there was a real sound of wind in his ears, Zhu Biao felt like a thread poked into his mouth, pulling his heart, liver, spleen and stomach up, no matter how many times he experienced it, he couldn't get used to this uncomfortable feeling.

Zhu Biao found himself sitting cross-legged on a green lawn, his bare feet stepping on the dirt and young leaves, all of which were warm and soft, like the sun shining on his head.

He looked up, and the first sun appeared slightly smaller than the star in the real world, crimson in color, but more like the real sun in his memory.

Zhu Xiaodi's black figure was covered with a white gown on the outside, looking at the gloss and softness very much like silk, and a circle of figures sat on the lawn, each wearing a silk gown in a similar style, in addition to white, there were green, blue, red, and yellow.

Bright yellow is the closest color to the royal color, so the one wearing the yellow vest is the moderator of the Daming discussion board.

The moderator raised his hand and tapped in the air, and the air rippled softly like water waves, forming a translucent square frame, and a few bits of ink flowed out of his fingertips like swimming fish, swam to the center of the frame with a swing of his head and tail, and transformed into clear and clear Song characters.

"The ugly thing of the 818 little star who posted the popular artist rubbing the page upside down!"