Hunting College

When Zheng Qing's consciousness regained consciousness, he found that he was not sitting in the classroom, but standing in a white mist.

Based on experience, boys can easily judge that they are still dreaming.

He looked up and down.

The mist around him was not very heavy. It was just past his ankles, like a gurgling stream, flowing under his feet, cool and slippery. Stepping on it, as if stepping on a plastic track, Microsoft is not stubborn.

The dream seems to have caught the boy's thoughts.

He had just thought of the words ‘plastic track’, and the fog in front of him rolled over, revealing a dark red plastic track. In the middle of the runway, there is still a black cat standing, turning his head, staring at him with yellow eyes.

"Wow~"

The black cat gave a soft cry, turned his head and ran forward briskly.

The strong sense of sight gave the boy a great sense of security. He did not hesitate too much, and raised his footsteps to keep up with the black cat. Familiar running, familiar black cat, familiar plastic track.

Not far away with this familiar mood, another familiar figure appeared in the boy's eyes.

It's Mr. Wu!

The black cat kicked and stomped, reluctantly slipped to Mr.'s feet, and hooked Mr. Gou's ankle with his tail.

"Oh? Are you here?" The husband looked down at the black cat, then looked back at the young public student, raised his hand and beckoned: "Since it's here, come over and stand for a while."

After that, he held his hands behind his back and quietly looked into the distance.

Zheng Qing ran a few steps quickly, came to her husband, followed her gaze, and there was still a white mist in front of him, without the slightest view to appreciate.

Perhaps there are some amazing secrets in these mists?

The boy copied his hands and stood honestly behind his husband. He also looked at the white fog seriously, as if he wanted to see a flower in the fog.

"What are you looking at?" The husband's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"What are you looking at?" ——Zheng Qing almost asked this sentence back, but fortunately, reason controlled his mouth at the last moment and changed the rhetorical question to a more quick-witted wording: "I'm talking Mister looks in the same direction."

This position is very interesting.

Mr. Wu couldn't help but smile, pointed his finger at the boy, and finally shook his head: "You...you want to break the fog of fate. It is not enough to rely on the forbidden curse on you. You still have to be at school. Learn one more."

Zheng Qing nodded and agreed.

"I came today to bring you something." The husband looked back at the fog.

But Zheng Qing felt heavier in his hands suddenly.

He lowered his head, and he did not know when he held up a wooden box with both hands. The box was filled with greeting cards of various colors and gifts wrapped in plastic wrappers. There were a dozen large and small.

"Today, May 4th, your birthday." The husband's voice sounded in his ears: "Your grandfather, your parents, and former friends, there are gifts for you... According to the normal way, it is estimated It will take ten days and a half months for these things to pass the inspection and be delivered to you. I just have a little time to bring them over."

Zheng Qing flipped through the top card with a picture of a beautiful girl. Inside it was the handwriting familiar to the old buddies: "Hurry!"

The two characters are succinct and concise. They are indeed the guy's usual style.

Below, is the father’s greeting card, the content is very serious-‘Happy 19th birthday to my son! After today, you are one year older, no longer a timid little boy, you want to be a brave man...’

Zheng Qing looked at those words, feeling a bit sore, and quickly closed the card.

There were only a dozen cards in total, and it didn’t take much time to turn over one by one. As for the gifts, after returning to the dormitory, there was time to open them, and Zheng Qing didn't plan to finish them here.

"This is my gift." Mr. Wu handed over a cyan card.

Zheng Qing was excited, and his face showed an unstoppable smile—think about it, what kind of gift would an existence beyond the ancient wizard give!

Is it a transfer contract for the Mage Tower somewhere? Or a powerful magic spell? Or a precious potion prescription? It might even be the password for the wizard bank safe!

After seeing the content on the cyan card, these imaginations solidified in the deepest part of his thinking.

On the card is a lesson showing details.

"When you exploded a few days ago, I mentioned to you about private tuition." The husband speaks slowly, not hurriedly, like a pot of old soup:

"... In the past two days, I have listed the homework you should do, and I plan to start this week."

Zheng Qing twitched at the corner of his mouth-using the timetable as a gift to give it to someone is really his husband's consistent style. He couldn't help thinking of the scene when his husband said that he would give him a birthday present when he went back to the character set a long time ago.

He has always been obsessed with raising a little mermaid in the bathtub~www.ltnovel.com~this week... when? "Zheng Qing flipped through the card back and forth-it only contained the learning content and outline, and there was no specific schedule.

"When I have time." Mr. replied concisely.

"that……"

"Well, let me see. Tuesday... The Central Continent Hunting Group destroyed half of the world while hunting. I'm going to sort out the rules, otherwise the world won't sell for a good price. You know, the school and those hunting groups Signed a share agreement."

No, I don't know-the boy murmured secretly in his heart.

"... Then, Wednesdays and Wednesdays are also on business trips. Alas, the two super hunting teams of'Xianqin' and'Shengtang' are mobilizing people again, planning to fire and... I have to act as a peacemaker. They can't be called Hit it. The sentiment will be wiped out."

"On Thursday, a few old friends from the depths of the starry sky need to entertain."

"Friday, I will write a memoir."

"Saturday... well, that thing on Saturday should be delayed? There are so many people in the school. There are not many people who are more than me, and I am not a lot without me... That flower cat will take care of me some troubles." The husband touched his cuffs and muttered to himself with his head up.

Hearing those terrible words, Zheng Qing shrank his neck in awe.

But he still boldly raised an objection.

"I'm going to Professor Monteria's laboratory on Saturday afternoon. I have been absent three times." The boy whispered, "There is also a night patrol of Linzhong Lake in the evening..."

The husband lowered his eyelids and glanced at him.

"You are the most troublesome student I have ever taught." He commented so, but he did not interfere with the school's punishment as the boys wanted, but changed the time: "... Sunday, noon on Sunday, You come to see me in the three bookstores on the pedestrian street. That cat will show you the way."