On Tuesday night, Zuo Zijian worked overtime until late at night again and issued a notice to his family that he would "return at the earliest at 11 o'clock". For this civilian, this kind of thing is naturally common.

So his family can make a living.

At 9:30 on the evening, Zuo Rong, who had finished his evening self-study, returned home and saw his stepmother sitting at the dining table and his sister standing behind his stepmother. On the table were a few burning candles.

There was no light on in the house, and the curtains were also pulled. The light source in the room was only the light that shaking candlelight, which naturally had a mysterious atmosphere.

Under the candlelight, the mature and black-haired mature woman and the face of the beautiful white-haired girl standing behind her also seemed deeper.

Even though Zuo Rong, who thought he was very brave, couldn't help but feel a little chilled behind him when he was in this situation.

So he forgot to change his slippers.

When Zuo Rong closed the door, he smelled a strange fragrance. The smell was a bit like perfume, and it was a very soft style, not pungent, and a little warm. It was already deep winter, but after smelling this fragrance, he felt like he was in the spring April.

Du Yalan smiled and said, "Come and sit down, let's start right away."

Duna held the back of the chair behind her: "My mother wants to work, and I am preparing for the things and magic circles needed for the ceremony... I don't have time to read today."

"Please give me a thank you." Zuo Rong walked over with a smile and sat down.

The dining table at his house is square, and the stepmother is sitting almost facing the door. Zuo Rong's seat is sitting with her back facing the door, that is, facing her stepmother and sister.

As soon as Zuo Rong sat down, the surrounding floor lit up.

To be precise, the circular magic array surrounding the dining table was fluorescent.

Aunt Du: "This is a spiritual shield. Its function is to offset the influence of the environment and to warn you by the way. Only in a particularly calm environment can you accurately measure your magic attributes."

Zuo Rong nodded: "Then what should I do?"

Aunt Du said solemnly: "Indulge."

Zuo Rong: "What did you say?"

Duna explained to her mother: "You do whatever you want to relax the most. Show your most relaxed side and let the dispersed magic penetrate your body so that we can measure your magical aspect. The higher the aspect, the better the talent."

The most relaxing thing...

Zuo Rong thought for a while and took out his cell phone: "Is it okay to listen to music?"

Aunt Du: "It is best to wear headphones, otherwise it will easily affect us and the measurement will be inaccurate."

"Then I'll go back to the bedroom to get it..." Zuo Rong said, stood up and saw the magic circle on the surrounding floor extinguished.

The white-haired girl snapped her fingers, and her delicate little face was quite proud: "This is the new magic array I invented, inspired by the automated appliances in your world. You sit down and it starts; you stand up and it pauses."

"Automation?" Zuo Rong was amazed, "Have you ever talked about this among the 100,000 whys?"

The girl blushed slightly: "How did you know I read that book... Oh yes, you saw it when you were holding the fried chicken that night!"

Zuo Rong smiled, walked into the bedroom, and found his headphones.

These headphones are not expensive, and they cost 20 yuan on the Internet. But the music he likes to listen to the most does not have to pursue sound quality so much.

He returned to the dining table and sat down, and the magic circle on the surrounding floor lit up again.

Put on your headphones and start playing local music on your phone.

What flows in the headphones is a backshake.

Post-shaking comes from rock music, but it is quite different from mainstream rock music. The most obvious difference is the lead singer. Generally speaking, post-shaking is pure music without lead singers. There are no lyrics, only music clouds interwoven by drum beats, guitars, bass and other instruments.

Zuo Rong closed his eyes and felt as if he was in the air, floating up and down in the ever-changing clouds.

There is another characteristic of post-shaking music, which is that the duration of a song is quite special. Popular songs are usually performed every three or four minutes, and post-shaking often exceeds this time limit.

At this time, the song Zuo Rong chose to play was 65 minutes long.

He leaned against the back of the chair, wrapped his arms around his chest, listening to music, shaking his legs while listening...

Suddenly, someone patted her on her shoulder.

Zuo Rong opened his eyes and saw Du Na coming to her side, bent down to stare at her. The pair of sapphire-like pupils seemed even more fascinating in the dim candlelight environment.

"It's OK," the girl's voice was not very calm. "It seems that your talent seems to be very good!"

Zuo Rong took off his headphones and glanced at his phone.

The sixty-five minutes of the song has only been played for half, and it is less than twenty-five minutes.

He asked, "So I'm actually a magical genius?"

Duna turned her head and looked at her mother.

At this time, Aunt Du said: "You have a high level of magic affinity, but there is another very important standard for the talent of a magician."

Zuo Rong: "What standard?"

Aunt Du: "Control. It can be said that if you think of magic as electricity, high affinity is like strong conductivity, but a magician is not a wire, but a generator. It is not possible for light to conduct electricity. You have to see if you can generate electricity."

Perhaps because he had just emptied his consciousness for a while, Zuo Rong said without thinking: "I'm very good at generating electricity by myself."

Aunt Du: "What?"

"How to generate electricity?" Duna remembered the popular science book she read not long ago, "Does it take electricity if friction?"

Zuo Rong: "...No, just a joke. Aunt Du, you continue to say, I'm listening."

Aunt Du cleared her throat and said, "So now, when you look at these candles, if you can influence them by your thoughts alone, it means that your control over magic has reached the standard. If you can let all the candles go out, it means that your control talent is quite good."

Duna added with a little pride: "I just let all seven candles be wiped out, and the best score for the apprentice during the same period."

Zuo Rong nodded, said no more, and looked at the candle in front of him.

Just as Duna said just now, there are seven candles on the table, and bright candles are floating on the tops of them. Since each one is a bit distance away, it is difficult for ordinary people to blow it out in one breath, let alone use their thoughts.

Zuo Rong took a deep breath.

Duna whispered: "You can't blow."

Zuo Rong: "I know! You get out of the way, don't stand beside me, it will affect my performance."

The white-haired girl curled her lips and returned to her mother.

Zuo Rong stared at the candle pulling on the table, leaned forward slightly, and clenched his fists.

However, although he had tried to feel the magic very seriously, he still had no idea.

Just like that, three minutes passed, and the room was still quiet.

"Um..." Zuo Rong gritted his teeth and couldn't help but make a little sound.

Duna whispered: "I've seen a boy who held his fart out during the test, don't..."

"Shut up!" Zuo Rong slapped the table.

A candle went out in response to the sound.

Duna: "That doesn't count."
Chapter completed!