Hunting College

　　 Poseidon was finally captured by Su Ya and returned to Qingqiu Mansion.

　　 The little fox didn't have the courage to absent from class and wanted to use Zheng Qing as a shield; but he didn't know that the young public-funded students also had no courage to interfere with Su Shijun's education.

　　 After all, he is not a great wizard yet.

So after walking out of the tree-lined road, at the next fork in the road, Zheng Qing held Poseidon, solemnly handed the matter to Su Ya’s arms, and warned: “How can I not finish my homework? Good, since I started reading, You have to study hard and make progress every day, you know?"

　　 The little fox stayed for a second, then suddenly realized that he had been abandoned, chirping, struggling hard, trying to escape the black heart. But Su Ya quickly grabbed the nape of its neck and stopped it from trying to escape.

　　 "You know the severity." The little fox girl gave the wizard a sideways look, then hugged Poseidon, shaking her ears, and dragged her big fluffy tail and left with full expression.

　　 Zheng Qing watched her petite figure disappear behind the bushes. He sighed deeply, turned around, and walked towards the dormitory mountain dejectedly.

　　 He decided not to approach the Qingqiu Mansion for some time now, because he has reason to believe that after today, there are no more people or foxes to welcome him.

　　The melancholy of young people comes quickly and goes quickly.

　　 When Zheng Qing stood in front of the iron gate under the dormitory mountain and saw Ni Wuye who was squatting in the small hole in the middle of the gate, the complaining of the little fox's chirping was thrown behind his head.

　　 "Fifth Lord, long time no see!" The wizard said hello with a smile, took out a few smoke pills from his pocket and stuffed them into the mouth of the bronze little beast.

Although according to standard time, Zheng Qing left the dormitory last time and it has only been more than a month, but during this period, he first went deep into the fantasy dreamland and then entered the dark world to participate in a terrifying battle, so I watched it again. To Ni Wuye, who is comfortable swallowing smoke, always makes him feel like a world away.

　　The little bronze beast in the doorway chewed the cigarette pills, raised his eyelids, glanced at the smiling boy, and raised his chin impatiently. Zheng Qing was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, and quickly took out his student card and leaned in front of Wu Ye.

　　 The red light flashed in the bronze little beast's eyes, yawned, and patted the ball under his paw.

　　 Click.

　　 There was a crisp noise from the iron door behind it, and it opened slowly with a creak.

　　Behind the door is the familiar silver corridor.

Zheng Qing lightly took a breath, walked quickly into the corridor, and pushed open the dormitory door at the end of the corridor—the indigo carpet, the four-corner six-poster bed, the ocher yellow desk in the center of the dormitory, and the four black armchairs around the desk. The color, the familiar taste, and the familiar picture, although Zheng Qing feels that there are still shortcomings, it does not affect his satisfaction.

"Meow meow!"

　　 A gray figure, like a cloud of wind, jumped out from under the desk, rushed into the wizard's arms, and almost knocked him to the ground.

　　 Zheng Qing recovered, only to realize that it was a dog who rushed into his arms.

　　 "Edamame?!"

　　 The young wizard exclaimed in surprise: "Why are you here!"

"Because you have the strongest smell in this place, it just stays here." A familiar voice came from the balcony, frightening Zheng Qing: "...It went to D&K before. For a while, he was almost sold as a wild dog by Hu Wu."

While 　　 was talking, a strong figure squeezed into the dormitory from the balcony.

　　 is Fatty Xin.

　　 Zheng Qing subconsciously calculated the time. Today, August 23, the fourth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, is a Sunday, and there is one week before the school day on September 1. Why did the fat man arrive so early?

　　 Immediately, he remembered that the school moved the freshman trial task to the sophomore year before the start of the sophomore year.

I see.

　　 It's no wonder the school hospital is so talkative and easy to release myself.

　　 "Oh, brother scum, long time no see!" The fat man greeted the boy with a smile, the fat cat lying on top of his head, shaking his tail at Zheng Qing, and greeted perfunctorily.

　　 Before the surprise on Zheng Qing's face unfolded, he was abruptly shattered by the title of Fatty.

　　 His expression was so distorted that the fat man couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "Your expression... is facial spasms? Is it a sequelae of magic backlash?"

　　 Zheng Qing grabbed the top flower skin of the edamame and twisted it subconsciously. The dog who suffered from the innocent disaster groaned aggrievedly, and his tail didn't shake.

　　 "You call that name again, be careful I beat you down!" The public-sponsored student blushed and gritted his teeth and warned.

　　 The fat man immediately raised his hands, hula la la and laughed: "Do you need to blame me... this nickname is not the first one I called out. I think Squad Leader Jiang is screaming very vigorously. You beat her too?"

　　 Zheng Qing heard the words, and suddenly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

　　 The fat man took it as soon as he was good, and did not continue to stimulate him, turned around and squeezed back to the balcony again, and continued to scream, not knowing what he was tossing about.

　　 "What are you doing?" Zheng Qing pulled open his own account, patted the dust, and asked with an urn of urn covering his nose. Edamame cleverly got under his bed.

　　 "I sort the books and magic materials I used last semester." The fat man replied, "The place is too small and there are too many things. There is always room for the newcomers."

　　 "What are you going to do with it?"

　　 "'If you can sell it, you can always find a suitable market'," the fat man yelled and replied, "This is what Shakespeare said, and it can't be wrong."

　　 "Did Shakespeare say anything like this?" Zheng Qing expressed suspicion, while lighting a few cleaning charms to disperse the dust, mold, and dirt in the tent.

　　 "It's almost the same." The fat man slapped haha, and didn't give an accurate statement.

　　 Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile. If Xiao Xiao was questioned like this, he would immediately report the source of that sentence, and even the exact page number and line number of the relevant version, and would never be so vague.

When the tent was cleaned up and the bed was neatly laid out again, Zheng Qing lay his head up on the soft bed, looking at the fine latitude and longitude on the top of the tent, and finally realized that what he had always felt was the lack of it. what.

　　 "Where is my little elf?" He got up from the bed on a bone and yelled at the fat man.

"It's in the store." The fat man's voice came from the balcony: "The doctor has gone to pick them up...By the way, check the accounts. Didn't you go to the store all summer? It's full!"

　　 Zheng Qing blushed for no reason.

　　 But his reasons are also very good.

　　 "I have been hospitalized. In order to prevent mood swings, the therapist forbids me to contact the outside too much." He explained, "You should know about this situation..."

　　 "Of course you know, otherwise you thought you would have such a comfortable summer vacation?" The fat man sneered, and peeked his head into the house from the balcony: "By the way, now your body is OK, can you use magic normally?"

　　 Tuan Tuan, lying on his head, felt a little unstable, suddenly raised his paws and patted the fat man's head. The fat man held his head up cleverly to make the fat cat more comfortable on his stomach.

　　 "It should be okay." Zheng Qing remembered the scalper he had **** in a ball, and patted the book next to him with confidence.

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