Hunting College

  Cleaning up the green ant colony is much easier than Zheng Qing imagined.

  You only need to use your head to turn up and smash the small soil bags that are as high as inches, and then collect them in a fixed basket. If the school’s Baicao Garden does not require it, many times, they don’t even need to collect the fertile soil.

  For some students with superb magic skills, you can completely direct their heads or iron shovel to do their own work, without laboring the noble hands of the mages.

  Old Man Hemingway never restricts this point, but rather supports it.

  In his words, only by applying what you have learned can you be a scholar at the first university. If it is a ‘nerd’ who can’t even command his head, he’ll just work hard to count the ball by the lake.

  The words are rough but not rough.

  Of course, Zheng Qing is not an orthodox nerd. Soon, under the guidance of the old students, he learned how to direct his work. This made his work a lot easier, but his mental exhaustion became a little heavier. Every time he went back to the dormitory after work, he would sleep dimly.

  At noon on Thursday, after rolling back to the dormitory from the anthill field by the lake again, Zheng Qing soon fell asleep. There is also an elective Murloc language in the afternoon, and he must be energetic before going to class. Time is tight and tasks are heavy. If you want to get the best sleep effect in a limited time, you need to sink your soul deep enough into the spiritual world.

  Wednesday was okay, because Zheng Qing happened to have an inferior talisman that promoted sleep. With the help of Fuluo, it took him less than half an hour to nourish his energy.

  But today at noon, because it is too sleepy-the morning pharmacy class and the noon field work are both mental and physical consumption things-Zheng Qing closed his eyes as soon as he touched the bed. There is no time to use Fulu.

  This caused his eyes to close, but his spirit did not go completely silent, and he always maintained a low-intensity, slow and active state. In layman's terms, he started to dream constantly.

  The pictures in the dream are fragmented and jumping.

  At the beginning, Zheng Qing vaguely remembered that it was a huge hound on fire chasing him and barking endlessly.

  The old man Verne screamed at the young wizard with a high wooden staff, followed behind the hound.

  Later, the dog slowly melted and turned into endless clouds of fire and huge red waves day after day. No matter how Zheng Qing escaped, he could not escape the red envelope.

He climbed over the mountain and walked a long way along the cliff road that was only half a foot wide; he also crossed the river and climbed for a long time with the thick forearm chain bridge; he also crossed the vast grassland, one foot and one grass pit, From time to time, half of his body fell into the quagmire.

  The red is always unhurried, hanging behind him, leaving him in a state of high tension.

  Later, Old Man Hemingway emerged from nowhere, brandishing a thick pile of materials, and yelled at Zheng Qing that his punishment work this month was unqualified and he needed to work for another month.

  Zheng Qing was frightened and trembling. He wanted to defend, but his voice was always suppressed by the old school worker.

  Then, the faces of the old man Verne and the old man Hemingway began to overlap, and gradually melted into a distorted face, like the face of Edward Munch in The Scream.

  The whole dream ended in a splendid and noisy sound.

  Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, and took a few breaths. He was still lying in the tent of the 403 dormitory, not being chased by a dog, and no old school worker yelling furiously in his ear.

  The lunch break should have not passed. Across the tent, Fatty Xin could be faintly heard chatting with Fat Cat in a low voice, and the sound of another pen rubbing on the paper should belong to Xiao Xiao.

  The young public-sponsored student took out his pocket watch from under the pillow, and looked at the time with the gleam in the tent.

  At 1:20 in the afternoon, less than half an hour has passed since he fell asleep.

  He touched the back of his neck, a cold sweat. His head was still swelling, as if a hard balloon was sandwiched between the skull. This is a symptom that the spirit has not recovered.

The   man let out a sigh of relief, muttered something in a low voice, took out an inferior talisman with his backhand, and patted it on his forehead.

  This time, he slept peacefully.

  But it is a pity that there is not enough time left. Zheng Qing feels that just as soon as he closes his eyes, his surroundings have become frizzy. At first, a faint dim light dangled through the eyelids, and then vaguely heard the sound of the roommates packing up the books, and then the voice of their chatting became louder.

  This means that they are going to go to the classroom, Zheng Qing judged this in his sleep.

   Before he could make up his mind to open his eyes, a familiar breath suddenly entered his account. The velvet scratched his nostrils, causing him to gradually get an urge to sneeze.

  But this kind of hidden stimulus stays away, so that the sneeze hovering in the nasal cavity is never released.

  So the soreness of the nasal cavity began to spread, and Zheng Qing's eyelids became hot, as if there was a bath of hot water under her eyelids. It seemed that he could squeeze out a string of annoying tears by just blinking his eyes.

  The wizard sighed, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to catch the hairball tail that had made trouble on his face in the palm of his hand.

   "How did you come up?"

  He lifted half of his eyelids, looked at the little fox crawling around on his chest, and muttered: "Is Ni Wuye blind?"

  Ni Wuye is an alchemy beast who guards the gate of the dormitory. He is very cold and has a bad temper. He never lets his classmates bring pets into the gate. Although the little fox's IQ is not low, Zheng Qing doesn't think it has the ability to get through it~www.ltnovel.com~ like Tuantuan, climbed in through the window. "Outside the tent, there was a cheerful voice from Fatty Xin: "Don't say it, when it first appeared, it shocked me... I haven't seen it for a few days, Poseidon has been able to bear it. "

  The little fox made two triumphantly, his eyes fixed on Zheng Qing, and he quickly praised me.

  Zheng Qing scratched its ears, put it on his pillow, then opened the tent, and got out of bed.

"I'm almost a year old anyway, things that Tuantuan can do, it doesn't make sense that my family Dongdong can't do it." Zheng Qing rubbed his face, repeating Poseidon's last two words: "Dongdong...dongdong. ...Well, what do you think, I call it Bossedong from now on?"

  "Is there any difference?" Fatty couldn't hear the subtle difference at all.

  Zheng Qing pouted his lips and went into the bathroom, not intending to explain to him.

  Dr. Xiao Da's lazy voice came from behind.

  "While you were sleeping, Old Man Hemingway flew you a crane...no encryption, so the crane unfolded after hitting your tent."

"He asked you to go to **** the ground at noon on Friday, that is, at 12 o'clock tomorrow, and go directly to the old man Stendhal’s Baicao Garden after dinner. He said that recently many bees in the garden have disappeared for no reason. Some herbs happen to be at the critical moment of pollination, so let you help artificial pollination."