Hunting College

There is wind and branches outside the window.

The sun fell on his cheeks, Zheng Qing watched the shadows of the branches swaying in the sun. It seemed that even the sun had been rippled by the wind. Lying in the sun, like lying in a warm hot spring, the warm sun was just Slightly rippling spring water.

He opened his mouth and took a bite of the sun. It was soft and warm, as if the marshmallows just taken out of the oven, but lacking a little bit of sweetness, on the contrary, it was a bit bitter.

Zheng Qing knew that the bitterness was left by the potion remaining in his mouth.

Subconsciously, his mind drifted over the description in Tsvetayeva's verse-the veins were filled with sunlight, not blood, I was alone, facing my soul, feeling the strangeness of life-of course, the original poem was not like that , But the general content is similar.

Just like at the moment he was in the independent ward, he was alone, alone, apart from his soul and the sunlight outside the window, there was no other existence that could express his emotions.

Today is the seventh day Zheng Qing woke up from a coma.

The guests and therapists in the ward came and went, and the sun rose and set outside the window. The only thing that didn't change was Zheng Qing, who was lying on the bed. He still couldn't hold much magic power on his body, and he looked extremely weak.

This state makes the boys a little irritable.

He sighed deeply, raised his head, and looked at the familiar environment around him.

The ward is not big, about 20 square meters or so. The decoration in the room is mainly white, simple and clean.

There is a delicate lamp panel on the ceiling above. On the plate, a few white candles of different heights are slowly burning, with a light blue flame hanging down. The flame of this kind of medicine candle can ward off evil spirits, and the smoke can calm the mind. Not every ward is eligible for use.

There is a long table against the wall on the left side of the hospital bed. The table is full of fruit baskets and bouquets from visitors. On the right side there is a small coffee table and gray leather sofa. On the coffee table is a thin-necked vase with a bottle inserted A bunch of fresh gypsophila.

Zheng Qing's attention did not fall on the pale red flowers. Instead, he looked at the calendar next to the vase. The palm-sized paper marked today's date with eye-catching numbers.

June 27th.

Lunar calendar, the fifth day of May (run).

Dragon Boat Festival.

Appropriate, receive certificates, pray for blessings, and sacrifice.

Avoid moving, moving into a house, or making a bed.

Only when he saw the word ‘run’ could he realize that this was his second Dragon Boat Festival this year. Last month’s Dragon Boat Festival and the subsequent day of care seemed to have happened last year, which was vague and distant in his mind.

But these are not the points.

The point is that today is the last day of the final exam for the first university in the 2008-09 academic year, but Zheng Qing can only stay in the ward and cannot participate.

According to the school's original plan, the final exam is scheduled to be held in the seventeenth and eighteenth weeks of the semester, that is, from June 9th to June 19th.

Due to the Black Prison War and the invasion of the Kuroshio, the exam was postponed for a week and became June 20 to June 27, and the difficulty of the exam was adjusted accordingly, referring to the students’ efforts to resist the Kuroshio and other incidents. The performance has greatly increased the weight of practice.

For many students, such as Nicholas, who has been in his freshman year for three years and turned into a wizard of the North District this year, it is a thankful thing.

But for some other students who are honest, study hard, obey the school's arrangements in the dark tide, and stay in the dormitory peacefully, the school's policy is a little less friendly.

Of course, bad luck or luck has nothing to do with Zheng Qing.

He stayed in the ward, unable to take the practical exam. The only thing he could do was put his hands together, pray to the gods and Buddhas, and bless the school to accept his appeal application.

A few days ago, with the help of his companions, he filled out an application form to apply for the conversion of his performance in Dreamland and Hell War into the final practical points. Because of their own final results, several hunters from the Youxin Hunting Team are very active, but Zheng Qing has reservations about this.

Especially considering the slender red pillar he pulled down in the black prison, Zheng Qing is even more pessimistic-he doesn't think that players who scored own goals can get good reviews, and worse, in case the school chases him. What about the repair cost of Sohei Prison Castle? And the shocking report of casualties...

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing slapped his face with a slap, annoyed that he was temporarily obsessed, and was stunned by Fatty Xin to fill out the application form.

If the school neglected himself before, but re-examined what he did in the black prison because of that application form, wouldn’t it be a shot at his own feet—especially if he still carries a punishment of staying in school on his back. Said that if the school ordered him to drop out on this basis, he would not have much confidence to ask for a review.

It seems to be aware of the wizard's anxiety.

On the side of the hospital bed, in the lightly swaying sunlight, a thick black touched out a few slender tentacles, like fingers, comfortingly patted the boy's pillow.

It's his shadow.

Since returning to school, the shadow that was originally forked in the dark world due to the two rounds of sun has been restored to its uniqueness, and the color has become more intense and deep. What remains unchanged is the activeness of the shadow, far exceeding the shadow of an ordinary wizard, like a soul locked under Zheng Qing's feet. From time to time, Zheng Qing can clearly feel the shadow's thoughts and its anxiety.

He has been reduced to being comforted by the shadow.

The young Gongsheng thought in frustration, glanced at the slender black shadow fingers on the pillow, and suddenly became a little more emboldened inexplicably.

This is my own shadow!

In any case, his own shadow dragged a great wizard from the enemy camp to the end. This is one of the best records on the battlefield of the black prison. From any angle, the school has no reason to kick such an excellent student out of the school.

While he was thinking, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and the slender black shadow fingers quickly gestured, as if in sign language, as if he wanted to express something to Zheng Qing.

"It's safe, it's safe."

This is not the first time. Zheng Qing waved his hand helplessly and emphasized: "I didn't wake up when she came, and she was not there when I woke up. It's useless to worry about you and me!"

The shadow hopes that Zheng Qing will find Su Shijun and cut it from Zheng Qing's feet again. But on the one hand, the timing is always bad. Zheng Qing hasn’t met with Su Shijun after he woke up; on the other hand, before the school’s final processing results came out, Zheng Qing didn’t want to just hand over the shadow so honestly, so it’s always been this way. Dragging.

I don't know if I noticed the boy's heart-to-mouth disagreement, those slender shadow fingers twisted and turned into a paper crane, flying around in the sun.

It means to let Zheng Qing take the initiative to contact Su Shijun.

"Ah...I'm sleepy."

Zheng Qing blinked, yawned greatly, stretched out his hand to pull the thin quilt on his body, and started to doze with his head covered, pretending that he didn't see the hint of the shadow.