Magic Pocket 19

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. Chapter 1 The Mirror of Mischief (1)

Chen Jian is a second-year student at Mingnan High School, one of the top key high schools in the province. The principal is a
very eccentric person who often adopts strange teaching methods, which frequently cause dissatisfaction among parents. However, due to
the outstanding , no one dares to oppose the principal. Although Chen Jian is very smart and has always been the top student in his class,
he is very introverted, cowardly, and timid. He is completely bad at communicating, especially when facing the opposite sex, he gets nervous and
can't even speak properly. Therefore, he has no friends and buries himself in books all day long, making him a typical homebody.
Mingnan High School is one of the top high schools in the province, so the pressure is naturally high. Unfortunately,
Chen Jian , because he has no friends, becomes the object of his classmates' stress relief. Fortunately, the school atmosphere here is not bad,
so most of the bullying is just harmless pranks.
Furthermore, Mingnan High School never publishes grades, only keeping them secret from the students themselves, showing only scores and
rankings . Therefore, Chen Jian, who wasn't good at communicating, was seen by his classmates as just a bookish nerd.

Early this morning, Chen Jian set off for school on time. On the way, he encountered a strange thing. It was strange, but he
couldn't quite explain what happened. He vaguely remembered someone flashing a beam of light in
front of . When he came to his senses, he felt pain all over his body, as if he had been hit by something, but his clothes
remained unchanged. After examining himself for a while, he found a lucky four-leaf clover mark imprinted on his left palm
. The mark was so lifelike, it looked real, and he couldn't rub it off no matter how much he rubbed his hands.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, he suddenly heard a bell ringing in the distance. It was the school's clock tower chiming;
it was almost time for class. He hurried towards school, but unfortunately, he was too late; the school gates
were already closed in the distance.
Chen Jian could only walk forward dejectedly. His school's eccentric principal had a rule: any
student who was late had to go to him for a task as punishment. Completing it meant no trouble, but failing meant a demerit .
The principal often had strange ideas, and those punished were usually left in a sorry state. However, it seemed no one
ever failed the task; they just made a fool of themselves.
Chen Jian was sighing that he was going to be laughed at again when he suddenly saw several
students turn into the bushes. Curious, he went over to take a look. There was a
wooden frame leaning against the wall, and the students were climbing over it to get into the school. They seemed to be late students like him, trying
to escape punishment.
Chen Jian followed them without thinking and tried to climb in as well. Unfortunately, when he jumped down
, he somehow stepped on a stray cat's tail. The startled cat meowed and
immediately swung its paws at Chen Jian.
Poor Chen Jian hadn't even had time to react before he was grabbed several times and had no choice but to flee. The stray cat chased after him
relentlessly . In his panic, Chen Jian accidentally bumped into the principal's office and was caught red-handed.

The principal, a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt, looked at Chen Jian with a sleazy expression
and a strange smile. Chen Jian felt that this man looked more like
a gangster who had spent his life collecting protection money on the streets, but of course, he dared not voice this thought.

The principal said, "Chen Jian, right? I recognize your name. You've broken the school rules too. I don't really want to
mess with an honest person. Fine, the library needs help anyway, so I'll punish you by making you help out during PE class."

It was a fairly normal punishment, so Chen Jian breathed a sigh of relief and readily agreed.
"Phew!" Chen Jian gasped for breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. Looking at the empty attic, he muttered to himself
, "Just one more broken desk to move, and I'm exhausted!"
The library's job was to clean up the clutter in the third-floor attic. There weren't many items, but they were very messy. It took Chen Jian
half an hour to clean it all up.

Just as Chen Jian was about to move the broken desk, suddenly, the drawer opened by itself, and a
dark figure jumped out, bumping into Chen Jian, knocking him down, and then stepping on his back.

The dark figure shouted, "Doraemon, Doraemon, I won the lottery! I won the lottery! I went to the future world
and won the grand prize... Huh, where am I? Why is my house so run-down... Ah, I think I entered the wrong time coordinates
. I was so excited I forgot to look at the screen." Then the dark figure turned around and jumped back into the drawer, disappearing from sight.

Chen Jian froze on the ground, only able to make out that the dark figure was a teenager wearing a yellow shirt, blue shorts,
and large glasses; he couldn't make out anything else. It took him a while to get up. He walked to the table, opened a drawer
, and looked inside. It was empty, with no room for anyone to hide.
He pulled the drawer out completely, feeling as if he'd broken something, but upon closer inspection, he saw nothing.
The table had four drawers—one large and three small—he checked them all,
finding ; only the frame remained.

Chen Jian looked at the sun outside the window and thought, "Damn, it can't be haunted in broad daylight!"
He scratched his head and turned around. Suddenly, with a thud, something fell from Chen Jian's body—
a small, palm-sized, semi-circular white pouch with a brightly colored card attached to it.
"Could it be something that careless kid dropped when he bumped into me? Or is it just my imagination?" Chen Jian wondered as he
picked it up.

The card was a flyer with the words "Prize" prominently displayed in the center, followed by smaller print:
"Congratulations! You've won our store's grand prize for our millennium celebration! You've gained lifetime membership!
Enjoy and receive a randomly selected new product every week – a lifetime of surprises!" —
Galaxy Super Department Store Millennium Celebration. Below that was a long list of advertising slogans, addresses, and phone numbers. It seemed
this store offered everything from space station parts and spaceship components to kitchenware and strange toys
.
A note below added: "This product is an 'Otherworldly Pocket.' It can be attached to the stomach for safekeeping without
causing any discomfort. Any item can be stored inside, and it will never be
lost unless actively removed. New products are automatically delivered to the pocket every week; simply reach in and retrieve them. It features an automatic sorting mechanism."
The device is foolproof, but due to the lack of a life support system, please do not put living items inside.
At the very bottom, there was a line of tiny print that was almost invisible, requiring a magnifying glass to see: "Items included in the prize package
are not covered by warranty, and the store is not responsible for any consequences arising from them." It looked just
like those ubiquitous flyers, making grand claims but delivering a bunch of junk products. And the so-called latest products were probably just newly
manufactured items being used for free testing.

Chen Jian chuckled and casually tossed the bag onto the table. Being socially awkward, Chen Jian was often
the target of his classmates' pranks, so he figured this was probably another one of them playing tricks.
Suddenly, he noticed the lucky clover symbol on his palm was gone. He looked at his palm, puzzled; it was definitely there
just now , and he couldn't wipe it off.

Just then, the bag on the table flashed, its surface slightly bulging, as if there was
something inside. Curious, Chen Jian picked up the bag and peered inside, but the small bag was
completely dark ; he couldn't see anything.
Although he didn't understand what was going on, he thought that if it was fake, it was just a prank.
He was used to it anyway, and it didn't seem like a big loss.

As Chen Jian thought this, he reached into his pocket, only to find it completely empty. It
didn't feel like a pocket the size of his palm; even with his elbow inside, it didn't reach the bottom.
Startled, Chen Jian quickly pulled his hand back, and with a snap, something came out with
it. Chen Jian carefully examined his hand; all five fingers were intact, seemingly unharmed.

He looked down at the floor and saw that the object that had fallen out was a round thing with
a card stuck to it. Chen Jian picked it up; it was a small mirror, about 10 centimeters in diameter, with a pretty lace trim
around it .
He picked up the card and looked at it. It read "Mirror of Pranks" in large
letters , with some instructions below: This mirror can see things in designated locations. You can put your hand in the mirror
and move those things to scare people. It's a funny gadget invented to prank people.
Chen Jian stared blankly for a while, thinking the product was too outrageous. He casually poked the mirror with his finger,
but it was like nothing was there; his finger went straight into the mirror. He turned it over, but
his finger didn't come out from the back of the mirror either.

Chen Jian was stunned for a long time, looking at his hand, then at the table, his mind a bit blank. He grabbed the "dimensional pocket" from the table
and casually stuck it to his stomach.
It had been too hot working earlier, so Chen Jian had taken off his school uniform, leaving him shirtless. The pocket stuck directly to his
stomach and then disappeared instantly. Chen Jian was stunned again, quickly touching his stomach, only to find
a transparent pocket there, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

After pinching himself until he had eight bruises, Chen Jian finally confirmed he wasn't dreaming. He immediately jumped up
and kicked the table a few times, dismantling it, though he wasn't sure if it would work. Intuitively, he figured it would prevent
the owner from returning; even if it didn't, it was just a broken table.

Chen Jian thought he'd found something amazing this time. Although his feet hurt from kicking, he was overjoyed.
Just then, the bell rang, and things started to get lively outside. Chen Jian quickly stuffed the mirror into his pocket,
went downstairs, and told the librarian he'd finished his work but had accidentally broken a table. Since it was all
old stuff, the librarian didn't say anything and just told him to throw the broken table in the trash.
Back in the classroom, class began. Chen Jian's seat was in the corner of the last row, a spot he'd
often requested after being pranked by his classmates. This way, he was at least against two walls, preventing sneak attacks. High school teachers
couldn't really manage those big kids, and since nothing serious had happened, they figured it was better to avoid trouble, so they agreed. This
corner became Chen Jian's fortress.
Usually, no one paid attention, and since Chen Jian rarely spoke, his presence in class was practically nonexistent.
His classmates only remembered him when they wanted to prank someone.
Chen Jian arranged his books on the desk, forming a wall, and then quietly took out the "Prank Mirror" to
examine it. The "Prank Mirror" looked no different from an ordinary mirror, but its surface was hazy, with flickering
light lines, completely obscuring Chen Jian's face.

Chen Jian glanced at the instructions; they were too simplistic. What did "designated location" mean? He picked up the mirror
and pointed it at the pen—no reaction. He then waved the pen in front of the mirror, still no reaction. Staring at the mirror, he wondered,
"How does this work? Is this really a prank?
" Just then, the mirror suddenly reacted, displaying an image: a hand holding a
mirror . Chen Jian was stunned for a moment before realizing what it meant. The mirror displayed whatever he noticed.
Chen Jian chuckled; this was quite convenient. He shifted his attention to the pen, and sure enough, the mirror showed
the pen on the table, as if the mirror were facing the table directly. Chen Jian stuck his finger into the mirror, feeling that his hand didn't
touch the mirror but went straight through to touch the pen. The pen on the table moved slightly.
Chen Jian couldn't believe his eyes; he swore he hadn't touched the table at all. Now Chen Jian
's interest was fully piqued. He stuck his finger into the mirror and picked up the pen. The feeling in his hand was exactly the same as a real pen.
The pen on the table seemed to fly up as if held by an invisible hand, just like a
ghost scene from a horror movie.
Chen Jian was also a teenager who liked to play, but being naturally introverted, he had never had any friends and didn't even know
how to play. He could only read books all day long. The books his parents bought him were all knowledge books, none of which taught how to play.
Now that something new and interesting was in front of him, he immediately became excited. He thought, "This is going to be fun! I'm
always one being pranked, now it's finally my turn to play!" He started looking for targets in the classroom.

Chen Jian's first target was Ye Tong, the female classmate sitting diagonally in front of him. Ye Tong was a lively girl.
Although her round face wasn't perfect, she was cheerful by nature. She wore two small braids in her hair and
walked with a running and jumping gait, exuding the radiant charm of a young girl. She had played pranks on Chen Jian before, but
they were all harmless jokes. She was quite friendly to Chen Jian, but unfortunately, Chen Jian wasn't good at communicating, otherwise they could at least have become
friends.

Chen Jian wanted the mirror to display Ye Tong's desk, but when the image appeared, his excitement was immediately dashed
. The mirror showed the desk from Chen Jian's perspective, which was far too far away to reach
.
Chen Jian was dumbfounded. He was usually the one being pranked, and this was the first time he'd tried to prank someone, only to find it
completely useless. The contrast between excitement and disappointment was significant. He was furious and unconsciously squeezed
the mirror . Suddenly, the image trembled and became distorted.
Startled, Chen Jian thought he'd broken it and quickly let go. The image remained distorted,
as if he were looking at something with his head tilted.
Chen Jian thought for a moment and gently touched what he thought were patterns on the edge of the mirror.
The image even more distorted. He touched the patterns on the other side, and the image straightened out. Now Chen Jian's
mood went from despair to elation, like a rollercoaster ride.

It turned out that the patterned area was some kind of text or symbol; pressing the corresponding points would move
the screen forward, backward, up, down, left, and right, like playing a flight game and controlling a flying, invisible camera.
Apparently, the buttons weren't explained because they were all labeled, but Chen Jian couldn't understand them at first. He began
experimenting enthusiastically, learning how to operate it.
Chen Jian discovered that the screen was not only very flexible in all directions, but it could also fly into places he couldn't see.
Although it couldn't pass through objects, it could fly horizontally into very small gaps.
Chen Jian controlled the camera to fly into an unopened book and saw its contents. A
thought suddenly struck him: this could be used to cheat! However, he quickly realized that carrying such a mirror into the exam room would be too conspicuous,
and besides, he didn't seem to need to cheat to get good grades, so he abandoned the idea.
After playing for a while and getting the hang of it, Chen Jian started the prank he hadn't finished earlier. However, he
wasn't brave enough to do anything too serious; he simply focused the camera on Ye Tong's desk and gently pushed
a ballpoint pen on it. The pen fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to Chen Jian's feet.
Ye Tong, not noticing, assumed she had accidentally knocked it over and reached down to pick it up.

Chen Jian, who was about to cover his mouth and chuckle, suddenly saw a flash of white light and froze. It turned out that
when Ye Tong bent down to pick up the pen, she turned and bent over towards Chen Jian. It was summer, and her school uniform was quite thin,
with a curved front. From the front, only a small part of her chest below her neck was visible, nothing unusual. But as she bent over,
the front of her clothes drooped down, and a pair of mysterious little white breasts jumped into Chen Jian's eyes.
A pale pink bra supported two mounds of snow-white, delicate flesh. Although small, they swayed gently
with her head down, quite adorable.
Although it was only for a moment, unfortunately, although Chen Jian loved reading, his eyesight remained at 2.0
. That moment was already saved as a high-definition image in his eyes.

Our Comrade Chen Jian was a typical virgin. Although timid and cowardly, he was a typical
teenage boy, at the age where he was curious about the opposite sex.
Because of his introverted personality, he had few friends and no one had ever talked to him about the opposite sex. He was usually busy studying and had
only secretly downloaded some adult videos online, the pure love version, where the key parts were either censored
or obscured, so he could only fill in the gaps in his imagination based on the text. He was the kind of person who had "knowledge" but no real experience. However,
this so-called "knowledge" was also incomplete; he had never even masturbated.

As an innocent young man, suddenly seeing a high-definition, uncensored live broadcast was too much of a shock for him
. He felt a surge of adrenaline rush to his head at 180 kilometers per hour, leaving him stunned for a full five
minutes, the same thought replaying in his mind over and over again. Only when he felt a warm sensation in his nose did he realize what was happening. He touched it and found he
was bleeding from his nose. He quickly bent down to grab a tissue to plug his nostrils.
In his frantic state, a thought suddenly flashed through Chen Jian's mind: "
I can pick up and touch the things in this mirror; they feel real. So what if it shows…
?" This thought was too stimulating for Chen Jian to bear. He felt as if
a had
been smashed open by a black creature with horns on its head, a long, sharp tail, and two wings on its back, the door shimmering with a brilliant orange light.
His hands trembled as he picked up the mirror, hesitantly beginning his exploration of this new world.

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