The Days When I Learned Magic in the Cold Winter

How unlucky can one be? The sky in July changes in seconds. It was raining and Bi Mu was running home. Why are my hairs standing on end? Why did it suddenly dawn? A bolt of lightning struck out an old man with a white beard. Bi Mu stood aside, his legs still shaking. The old man took out a rotten wooden stick from his arms, pointed at Bi Mu and said, "Young man, if you are born in the magical world in your next life, is there anything you want to do?" Bi Mu: "Huh? I don't know..." The old man smiled: "Then let's find out what to do." The rotten wooden stick began to emit sparks, and a bolt of lightning rushed out from it, leaving no residue left behind for Bi Mu to chop it. Just like that, classmate Bi Mu, who had been working part-time for a long day, was killed by the magic of reincarnation in a daze before even buying a bottle of iced tea to reward himself, and was reincarnated in a different world in a daze... More everyday