Hunting College

The sudden and brief destruction that occurred in the northern part of Beta Town did not cause a ripple on the campus of the First University.

　　 On the one hand, the investigators of the Trigeminal Sword or the School Work Committee did not appear at the scene of the accident; on the other hand, the patriots of heaven who are high in the ivory tower rarely set their eyes on the magic depression.

Of course, the more important reason is that before other people noticed the'little' accident, the yellow flower raccoon had pulled out Mr. Wu's projection from the void and used Zheng Qing's silver pocket watch to set the time back for a few minutes. .

　　 This kind of retrospective is a ‘selective retrospective’. The gentleman just restored the street to its original state. The few dead magicians and the vague shadow of the outer **** did not come back to life with the magic of the gentleman.

　　 Whenever he thinks of this, Zheng Qing always feels burnt.

　　 This feeling became especially clear when I was walking in Jiuyou Academy on Monday morning.

　　Because he felt that he was very hypocritical.

He could run around for the lives and deaths of a few elves, but after the few magicians who died in front of him, he couldn't feel any grief-so much so that he doubted whether the husband had done anything while repairing himself. .

　　 It's just that the husband left straight after adjusting the time, without giving the boys more opportunities to inquire.

　　 This made him more frustrated.

　　 "It's not your fault," Jiang Yu quietly comforted the boys before leaving last night: "When they use sacrifice magic, they have already accepted the possible consequences...Any sacrifice comes at a price."

　　 This comfort is like the only plum left in the desert when he is hungry and thirsty, so that the mouth of the young public-sponsored student is constantly producing fluid, without losing his life under the attack of heat and thirst.

　　 Therefore, in the spell class on Monday morning, the first time he saw Jiang Yu, Zheng Qing had a bright smile on his face. This smiling face made the witch a little bit inexplicable.

　　 "Is my hairstyle funny today?" She touched her hair bun, turned her head and whispered to Li Meng.

　　 Today, Jiang Yu did not simply drape long hair like in the past. Instead, it took a little time to comb a variant crown braid-a hairstyle with a shawl on both sides and a crown braid between the hair.

　　 This kind of hairstyle is delicate and pure, and it sets off her delicate makeup and white neck very well. In order to fix the hairstyle, she also wore an olive branch headband, which added a bit of agility.

　　 "Extremely beautiful." Li Meng complimented, and then asked in a somewhat flattering tone: "Cousin...really can't be more accommodating? I promise to fill in the homework this afternoon!"

　　 Jiang Yu glanced at the little witch and told her the answer with his eyes.

　　 Li Meng frustratedly opened the textbook of "Standard Spells·First Grade of University", and began to mumble to preview the content that was about to start today. Because the hand holding the quill was too hard, I accidentally poke a few holes in the textbook.

　　 Zheng Qing also poked a few small holes in the paper.

　　 It's just that those holes were not poked in the textbook, but in the book he borrowed temporarily.

　　Because his book was sealed by the ‘belt’ and the preparation book was destroyed in the transcript that night, Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he had no book to use before the spell class on Monday morning.

　　 He had to borrow a public law book temporarily from the library to use it.

　　 As we all know, compared with ‘private customization’, another meaning of ‘public goods’ is ‘poor quality’ and ‘badly manufactured’. Such as private hospitals and public hospitals, private high schools and public high schools, private security and USSS, and so on.

　　 This public law book in Zheng Qing's hands is the same.

The cover of the yellow deer skin is covered with stains, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is a stain of dragon blood ink or a kappa who left a mouthful of phlegm on it; the thin and crisp silkworm paper can only withstand a small soft brush, if you use a quill pen with a slightly harder tip Writing will definitely leave a few disturbing holes.

　　 is like now.

Zheng Qing pinched the cheap shorthand pen bought from the Green Grocery Store, looked at the scratched pages of the Fa book, turned his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao uncertainly: "You said, will the library make me pay? This book...it was originally very fragile."

　　 Xiao Xiao was working on a report. Hearing that, he glanced at the book written by the young public servant.

"How fresh," he replied in a plain tone: "I haven't heard that the library books accidentally poke a hole and people will be compensated. You only have to pick around five o'clock in the afternoon, when the library is busiest to return the book. , No one will check page by page."

　　 This answer is not reassuring.

　　 instead, Zheng Qing felt his hypocrisy even more.

　　 "I was never a good student." He muttered to himself, as if it would make him feel better.

　　 Then he looked at the report in Xiao Xiao's hand again.

　　 "What are you writing?" He was a little curious: "I think you have written all morning..."

"The report of the meeting at the noon meeting! Don't tell me you forgot about the meeting of the You Sin Knights at noon today!" Xiao Xiao replied a little grumpy: "Also... if you remember that you are the leader of the Knights. You should write this kind of stuff yourself!"

The young public servant showed a pleasing smile on his face, and opened his textbook quietly, pretending to be addicted to study and not extricating himself from it. Although a little ashamed, this kind of case work was taken care of by the entire Knights, including the Death Hunter. Unannounced handed over to Dr. Xiao Da. He is no exception.

　　 With the doctor's reminder, Zheng Qing took only five minutes to settle the lunch at noon and returned to the 403 dormitory early.

　　 Even so, he is almost the last one.

　　 Even the little monk Shi Yuan came earlier than him.

The initiator of the meeting was Lin Guo, but before the meeting started, everyone was not without other topics~www.ltnovel.com~ For example, congratulations on Korma's sister becoming a great wizard-this news is still only spread in a small area, But being low-key doesn't mean you can ignore it. Any wizard who knows this good news should make a corresponding statement.

　　 The easiest way, send a gift.

"Senior Korma was very interested in the talisman I drew last time, so I plan to give her a special talisman." Zheng Qing quickly decided on his gift-what he didn't tell his friends was, What he intends to give Colmar is a blood charm.

Mr. 　　 once severely warned him that he needed to control the number and frequency of using blood charms.

"I remember there was a dried dragon head at home, the head of the Romanian fire dragon, it is estimated to be three hundred years old." Dylan did not sleep today, but was struggling with what kind of gift should be given to the wizard: "...if she It’s better to advance earlier. I originally had a fan made by Qingluan Weiyu at home, but I had already given it to Beauty Su."

　　 "Li Meng said that she baked a box of **** biscuits," Fatty Xin scratched his nostrils with a feather pen, rolled his eyes and said, "I also want to give that kind of simple gift..."

　　 "You can have a can of auxin," Xiao Xiao suggested: "I heard that the North District has a great demand for amphibians such as frogs recently, and auxin is definitely not enough."

　　 "Hormone-ripened frogs lack time thickness." Zheng Qing reminded euphemistically: "Professor Li talked about this concept in the potions class... The frogs collected by Gini House are used in magic rituals."