Hunting College

　　 "I threw away yesterday one morning, and my steps have become lighter ever since."

　　——Tagore, Asuka

　　 Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was very in line with his state of mind, so he marked a wavy line under the sentence with a quill pen. Then he stretched his waist, closed the collection of poems in his hands, and looked out the window.

　　 It's daytime outside the window.

　　 The birds are singing in the shade of the trees, the bugs are buzzing on the bushes, the butterflies are flapping their wings, avoiding the saliva of the grass sperm, the flowers are smiling, haha ​​watching this scene.

　　 The sun warms the earth, and the gentle wind blows into the ward from the window, and brushes on the face. It is warm, soft, and extremely comfortable. The outdoor temperature is 20 degrees Celsius. The weather ball made by the school's work committee ensures that the school will rain or snow at the right time, at the right place, with the right wind, and passing the right clouds.

　　 Welcome to the first university.

　　 This is the world of life.

　　 Here, no wizard needs to risk his life, sticking out his tongue to lick the stone that has just been fished out of the magma. There is no wizard who would burn all his hair to save a trace of magic.

The wizard here would only lie on the lawn, with a half-turned "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" on his chest. The bamboo basket at hand was filled with soft cakes and sweet mung bean cakes, and maybe two cans. Green bee on ice.

　　The wild cat swayed past the basket, smelling the cake, hesitated for a few seconds, shook his beard, and left nonchalantly. The three-tailed squirrel slipped silently under the tree, grabbed a few seeds from the basket, and ran away.

　　 Behind it came the laughter of the wizards.

　　 This is the taste of life.

　　 Close his eyes, sniffing the abundant magic power flowing in the air, flashing through the dark world of depression, death, and withering breath, feeling the beauty of life.

　　 Squeak.

The door of the ward was pushed open. The young wizard turned his head and saw a long horse face, holding a quill pen, holding a note board, and a stethoscope around his neck. Hula la followed a group of young white men behind him. robe.

"Your seniors and sisters, you just joined the job at the end of July. Come with me for the rounds today." Dr. Ma grabbed the quill and pointed behind him casually. Copy the data above.

　　 Taking this opportunity, Zheng Qing craned his neck and looked out the door, hoping to see some surprises, but it was a pity that there was no other color other than the same white wall.

　　Doctor Ma took a copy while scanning the boy: "Want to go?"

　　 Zheng Qing nodded honestly.

　　 Anyone who is trapped in the hospital for a month will have the idea of ​​staying away from this white patch. Zheng Qing wanted to run wild at the hunting ground, to close his shop, to lie down in the garden of Qingqiu Mansion, and to take an adventure in the Silent Forest.

　　 He even wanted to honestly check in the library for a week, nine to five, like a monk, copy his homework, as long as he stopped drinking those bitter, smoking potions.

　　The only thing I don't want to do is to continue to stay on the one-third acre of land in the school and hospital. Apart from eating, sleeping, and walking downstairs, I can't do anything else.

　　 Physician Ma put away the note board, put three fingers on Zheng Qing, and while checking, he asked casually: "How do you feel today?"

　　 "Hmm... I feel like I can kill a cow now." Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of some pretty witches among the interns, who were habitually glib.

　　 Sure enough, there was a wind chime chuckle in the ward.

　　 Physician raised his eyebrows, pulled out his book, opened it, grabbed a quill pen and quickly wrote a spell, then stretched out his hand and pressed it, and gave a soft drink:

　　 "The scalpers are coming from the sky, I will stop them!"

　　 The smile on Zheng Qing's face suddenly froze. Before he could think about how to beg for mercy so as not to lose face in front of the witches, he listened to the void exploding and shouted:

　　 "Moo!"

Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that the entire ward-even the entire building-was trembling violently. A strong wind with a stench blew by the boy's side, blowing the white curtains hanging on both sides of the window. ring. A few flower sperms who were chasing and playing under the sun outside the window smelled the breath of the wind, and were immediately shocked, completely forgetting that they still had wings on their bodies, screaming, and stiffly falling down.

　　 Plop, plop.

　　 There was a faint sound of the flower sperm hitting the lawn outside the window.

　　 Plop, plop.

　　 This is Zheng Qing's heart beating frantically, pumping out hot blood plasma, flowing along the blood vessels to the limbs and skeletons. In the blink of an eye, the young wizard's face flushed and his eyes became shiny.

　　He has reason to be nervous.

　　Because in front of him, a sturdy ox was staring at Tongling's big eyes, staring at him. The scalper's two front hooves stepped on both sides of the hospital bed, two hind legs stepped on the floor, and the arched shoulders were almost on the roof, forcibly suppressing the burning candles.

The little elves in white gauze screamed, angrily grabbing the long hair on the back of the ox, trying to drive it out of the ward, but their strength is too weak, for the ox, they even have few. Gadfly is a strong harassment.

　　 hu 哧, hu 哧.

　　 The heavy breathing of the scalper beat Zheng Qing's face heavily, mixed with the breath of grass, which gave Zheng Qing some appetite inexplicably. He tried to leaned back, trying to get away from the huge and heavy pressure in front of him, but the bed was so long, and there were smooth and cold walls behind him. Even though he was working hard, there was nowhere to go back.

　　 "Hold it."

　　 Physician Ma rudely stuffed Zheng Qing a thick bulging book and a feather pen dipped in ink. The pages of the Fa book were yellowish, and it was a bit awkward to touch. The nibs of the quill were new clusters, but the pinnacles were piled up and down, making them extremely messy.

　　The pen is not a good one, UU reading www.uukanshu. The com book is not a good book, but there is no doubt that both of these things can still be used.

Zheng Qing immediately understood Dr. Ma’s intention-his hospitalization was due to the backlash caused by lack of magic power. One of the most important symptoms was the disorder of magic power and the inability to use magic power normally. Therefore, if Zheng Qing could prove to the therapists that he could be normal Use magic, then it will naturally be easier to leave the hospital.

　　 Thinking of this, he ignored the huge bull head close at hand, grabbed the quill, and quickly copied the spell he was most familiar with:

　　 "Ge Zhitanxi, do it to this cow!"

　　 Dozens of cyan vines protruded from the void, and easily tied the cow into rice dumplings. It didn't even let go of its tail, tied tightly to the hind legs of the ox.

　　The interns were holding their notebooks and whispering to each other.

　　 Physician Ma did not comment, but simply nodded, and pressed his own law book: "Chun Mu."

　　 A gleam of clear light flashed, and the huge scalper disappeared in the blink of an eye. After the small ward lost the scalper that filled the room, it suddenly gave people a huge and empty feeling.

　　 "You can prepare to be discharged." Dr. Ma waved and led a group of interns to leave this small ward, leaving only the young wizard, waving his fists happily on the bed.

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