Rewind the clock a few hours ago.

At that time, Zheng Qing felt that his head was about to explode.

There was no way for him to comprehend his current state.

On the one hand, he knew very well that he was sleeping—his body, to be exact. On the other hand, on the other hand, his spirit is in a highly active state.

Since last night, after Xiao Xiao was poured a sleeping potion, his body has fallen into an irreversible dormant state under the effect of the potion. However, his spirit was miraculously freed from the shackles of his body, and he always remained awake, as if he had a third perspective, observing his surroundings instead of his eyes.

In this state, he clearly saw that Zhang Jixin and others slapped him, poured cold water on him, and poured him all kinds of strange potions - it was not until the therapist from the school hospital arrived that they became much more restrained under the doctor's instructions.

"He's just overusing his brain and needs a good rest - if you're proficient in soul magic, you can feel the active mind field around him - there's no potion like a sweet dream to heal mental exhaustion. ”

Before leaving the dormitory, the therapist at the school hospital advised, "Twenty-four hours, if he is not awake after twenty-four hours, then he must be sent to the school hospital...... Don't feed him those weird sobriety potions until then. ”

"Especially fox powder! That thing is a cure for epilepsy! Although it has the effect of refreshing the mind, it is more likely to cause nervous convulsions if used incorrectly...... Or hysteria. ”

"Absolutely not, teacher!" the fat man said in a firm tone, and he almost swore an oath.

"Since you can't wake up, don't waste time. Zhang Jixin slumped in his chair and hummed weakly: "Let's stop here for the time being......

You're done here, but for me, it's not over!" the young student thought indignantly as he listened to his friends' discussions, and at the same time tried to sink into his body.

His intuition told him that as long as he could go back, his body would wake up.

But his body seemed to be filled with an invisible repulsion, repelling any bit of spiritual immersion in him. Even just a finger was a lot of effort.

The time to return to the body is far away, and it seems to be about to become an unattainable dream.

"Wow, it really scared me!" a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "I've been wondering since yesterday, why did you suddenly have an out-of-body soul." ”

Zheng Qing's spiritual body was startled by this abrupt voice.

He turned his attention away from himself, only to 'see' a familiar figure standing behind him.

Short and stocky, wearing a blue robe and black riding coat, and a pair of black-rimmed round glasses.

It's Mr. Wu.

"Sir?" Zheng Qing's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Why are you here? Am I dreaming? No, no, I feel very clearly, I am awake...... No, if I'm really awake, how can I see you......?!

The poor public scholarship student was soon dazzled by his reasoning, and his pure spirit became a little confused.

"Of course I'm real!" Mr. Wu laughed, stretched out his hand and stroked Zheng Qing's head: "Is there any fake sir?Last night, I noticed that your soul was a little abnormal, and I originally thought that you had failed to become a cat...... I didn't expect it to be in such a strange state until noon today, so I couldn't help but take the time to come over and take a look. ”

Zheng Qing's spirit, which was originally a little muddy, became much more sober under Mr. Wu's comfort.

Countless questions flashed through his mind in an instant, wanting to ask Mr.

For example, does your husband know about the First University? Does he know where the First University is? Does he know how to get to the First University? Does he have an invitation letter when he casually enters the school? If he knows, why did he never mention this school to me?

For example, how did the gentleman know that I was out of my body? Did he put a spell on me? How did he know that I had become a cat? Why didn't he teach me to become a cat when I had a headache? Was the yellow civet in the bookstore also a wizard? A witch or a witch? I still hugged it, why didn't I remember lifting its tail to look at it before......

For a while, his heart was full of thoughts, and all kinds of strange thoughts could not be contained, and even the originally condensed spirit was scattered by the impact.

"Calm down and hold one!" Mr. Wu slapped him on the head and shouted softly: "Your spirit is still very fragile, don't think nonsense! Beware of falling into the demonic barrier...... What's the problem, go home on vacation and look for me in the bookstore!"

Zheng Qinghun was excited, his mind was suddenly cleared of distracting thoughts, and his spirit suddenly stabilized again.

"I used to worry about the soul damage caused by your head disease, so I left a charm in my hand, but I didn't expect it to be able to be used after so long. Mr. Wu seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be explaining: "Otherwise, I am afraid that your soul body separation situation can only be seen by the great wizard in person." ”

"What's wrong with me?" was the first question Zheng Qing asked after he had completely calmed down.

"Obviously, you've been squeezed out of your own soul. Mr. Wu lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, leaned in front of Zheng Qing, carefully observed Zheng Qing's physical condition, nodded from time to time, and made a sound of praise.

"Squeezed out by my soul?" Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was a bit inexplicable.

He couldn't help but look down to see what his 'outer soul' looked like.

Empty, nothing.

Is my soul still in my body? What am I now? a memory, a dream, or ...... A shadow?

"yes, squeeze it out. Mr. Wu explained: "It's like a bucket of water, if you continue to pour water into the bucket after it's full, it will naturally overflow...... There is a limit to the strength of the soul that your body can withstand, so the soul that can't fit is squeezed out......"

"But why was 'I' squeezed out?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but exclaim: "Shouldn't I be the owner of this body?

"Which piece of soul is superfluous?" Mr. Wu asked rhetorically.

Zheng Qingne was speechless.

"No soul is superfluous. The gentleman lowered his head and concluded while checking Zheng Qing's physical condition: "The reason why your 'consciousness' is excluded is because your body judges that this is the most advantageous choice. After all, the 'other' soul fragments are thrown out of the body and are likely to be scattered by the wind—in short, lost, annihilated—while your consciousness will remain 'consciously' and will not affect the stability of the soul as a whole. ”

"As the little healer said just now, plenty of rest can allow your body to adapt to the new soul strength. When the time comes, you can 'live' back again. ”