Hunting College

"Zheng Qing?!"

　　Professor Montelia looked at the young wizard in front of him with his usual stern eyes, with a certain tone, and seemed to be a little curious.

　　 "Yes, Professor Monteria. Nice to meet you."

Zheng Qing hugged his hands in front of his abdomen, nodded cautiously, and at the same time unfolded the receipt note given to him by Professor Montelia, and handed it up-just after passing through the small bronze door, the bull's head on the door who served as the guard The note was spit out again and returned to the young wizard.

　　 Professor Montelia stretched out his hand, instead of picking up the note, the probing hand grabbed the wrist of the official student.

　　 Zheng Qing shook his arm, but finally did not pull his hand back.

　　 "Professor Su said, do you want to know yourself as much as possible?" The professor pinched Zheng Qing's wrist with two fingers, as if he was getting his pulse, but it was also like grabbing him to prevent him from running away.

　　 "Yes..." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly and wanted to explain a few more words, but was interrupted by Professor Monteria.

"It's not easy," the professor shook his head, as if he was not optimistic about Zheng Qing's thoughts: "There is more than one most difficult thing in the world, but the four words'recognize yourself' are undoubtedly one of them. Many People want to recognize themselves, but few people can do it."

　　 Zheng Qing has no objection to this statement.

"I just want to check if there is any special blood in the body," Zheng Qing carefully picked the words, not only to let Professor Montelia understand his request, but also not to arouse his strong interest-in a word, this It’s a very skill-testing conversation—the young wizard added:

"Because I seem to be a little sensitive to strong mental stimulation, blood scars often appear under my eyes, but the school hospital has not checked any lesions... and sometimes, some magical creatures seem to be very interested in my breath... Yao Yuan The long also knows about this. He suggested to me before and let me come to you for consultation."

　　 "Oh, what did Old Yao say?" Professor Montelia's eyes finally changed: "It's a pity that you can't just be pushed to the operating table for anatomy."

　　 Zheng Qing scared his face pale.

On the test bench next to 　　, several black-robed wizards heard low, suppressed laughter.

　　 "Laughing! Is the task completed? Don't you think 996 is not enough, you want 247 to stay in the laboratory?" Professor Montelia stared at the assistants with a stern face.

　　 The low laughter stopped abruptly, and the corner of Zheng Qing's eyes glanced over, only to see that the wizards had recovered their serious expressions and quick movements, as if he had hallucinated with the laughter just now.

　　Professor Montelia did not continue to teach his assistants, but instead put down Zheng Qing's wrist and turned and walked deep into the laboratory. There is an unusually large test bed there. There is no one sitting behind the table. It looks like it should be the professor's own test bed.

　　 Zheng Qing stood behind the professor in a daze, looking at his distant back, at a loss.

　　 "Hurry up!"

　　 Behind the test bench next to him, a round face lifted up, trying to lip shape, and gesture to Zheng Qing-ten seconds ago, he was the first wizard to laugh out low.

　　 Zheng Qing sighed lightly.

　　 The chuckles of the assistant wizards just after the test bench, as well as Professor Montelia's lame sneer, made him feel a lot easier, so that he would not shake his hand with the professor.

　　 He carried the corners of his robe, trot a few steps, and followed the pace of Professor Monteria.

　　 "How long have you been studying magic text?" The professor threw a question to Zheng Qing as he walked.

　　 "Six or seven months." Zheng Qing calculated the enrollment time from the bottom of his heart and replied in a low voice.

　　 "In other words, before entering the school, there is no basis for magic text, right." Professor Monteria sighed.

　　 Zheng Qing agreed in a low voice, feeling a bit embarrassed.

　　 "Have you ever studied Fulu?" the professor asked again.

　　 "Yes! I have learned it!" Zheng Qing straightened up immediately, and his voice became louder: "All 1,296 basic runes, I can write them silently."

Professor 　　 finally stopped.

　　 At the same time, the two had already reached the big test stand.

　　 He turned his head and glanced at the young wizard in surprise, as if he had known him for the first time.

"Oh, you are the freshman in the old Yaoyuan, the one who received the Merlin Medal, right!" Professor Montelia said suddenly, "I heard Xiaozhang talk about this... well, well, good. , It's much easier."

　　 Xiaozhang should be the chapter lecturer who teaches Fuluxue.

　　 Zheng Qing felt that his face was a little dark-that is to say, after chatting with this professor for most of the day, he didn't know who he was!

　　 "Sit down!"

Professor Montelia pulled out a white-skinned soft washer chair from behind the test bed, and then pinched Zheng Qing’s shoulders and sat down on him: "Put your head back, open your eyes... look at the top of your head. That big lamp."

　　 Zheng Qing obediently raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the circular chandelier hanging under the ceiling. In the white lampshade, a bunch of light spots floated faintly, whether it was because it was full of light bugs, or because his eyes were blurred and hallucinations appeared. (First issue, domain name (remember_three

　　 Professor Montelia took out a new pair of silk gloves, a pair of glasses with multiple lenses, and a small glass bottle from his pocket. There are a few rice-sized light spots in the bottle~www.ltnovel.com~ are floating in it.

　　Professor set up his glasses, put on silkworm leather gloves, and then used a straw to draw a small light spot from the glass bottle and point it into Zheng Qing's eyes: "Don't blink... When did the red scars on the fundus appear?"

　　 After the small light spot entered the eyes, it didn't feel like gritty. On the contrary, it was as warm as if the eyeballs were soaked in a hot spring, as if a pair of small hands were helping him massage his eyeballs.

　　 For some reason, Zheng Qing had a picture of Dr. Du Zemu pulling out his eyes and throwing them into the water for cleaning. The fastest mobile terminal for 33 novel updates: https:/

　　 "The meal was fine yesterday afternoon... the eyes turned red in the evening." Zheng Qing's lips moved slightly, and he replied in a low voice.

　　 "Last night?" The professor raised his eyebrows and murmured: "I was irritated last night...Is it scared by Satogua's big eyes?"

　　 Zheng Qing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly there was a feeling of tears in his eyes.

"You saw it too, didn't you?!" He opened his eyes and stared straight at the professor wearing a mask above, and his voice was a little excited: "I just said last night..." 33 novel update fastest computer terminal: https: //

　　 "Don't move, be careful to get blinded!" He warned severely, stopping the young wizard's excitement.

　　 Zheng Qing was so scared that his hands and feet stiffened, his eyes widened and he did not dare to move.

　　Professor Montelia did not continue this topic, but carefully observed the state of Zheng Qing's eyeballs. While observing, he instructed the quill pen beside him to record the series of numbers and nouns he reported.