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As if sleepwalking, he walked through the empty school, passed the peaceful Linzhong Lake, and walked along the silent tree-lined road. Zheng Qing didn't hear the fish-man who surfaced and said hello to him; the naughty squirrel on the branch hit him on the head with an acorn, but it didn't provoke the wizard to scold him; even the little flower-skinned boy passing by The dog lazily pooped on the ground where he passed. Zheng Qing also didn't notice and stepped on it.

His mind went blank. He didn't dare to recall what Su Shijun said in his ear.

Just thinking about it, his thoughts can't help but diverge, his mind is uncontrollable, his mind is racing, and countless hot and beautiful pictures come to him, easily overwhelming his remaining sanity.

——Do you want to know what the real, undisclosed reward is?

That small, hot, fragrant voice echoed in his ears again. Zheng Qing couldn't help shaking his head hard, trying to forget this sentence, and at the same time unconsciously murmured:

"If this is punishment...I will definitely keep making mistakes in the future."

A sleeping tree sperm was awakened by the indescribable stench. He poked his head out of the bushes, pinched his nose, and looked suspiciously at the guy who was stepping on dog excrement and talking to himself as he passed by in front of him angrily. Spit at him twice.

One by one, real and undisclosed...

Even the meditation spell couldn't stop certain words from being repeated in his ears. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that he could finally understand why the cultists were always so manic. That whisper, like the whisper of an evil god, could make anyone... Drive crazy.

No wonder people have always been so wary of vixens. The ancients never deceived me. This trance was only broken by Lao Yao's chalk head when he stood at the door of the classroom.

"Clean your shoes before entering my classroom."

The professor of the Charms class was writing spells on the blackboard. When he saw the boy appearing at the door, he threw the piece of chalk in his hand and placed it on the boy's head to prevent him from entering immediately.

Zheng Qing lowered his head in confusion and looked at the "black mud" on his feet. When he noticed the faint smell, the heat on his face suddenly dissipated completely, and he became a little pale.

"...In ancient barbaric times, priests of many tribes tried to harm or eliminate their opponents by destroying or destroying their idols. They believed that the opponent would be similarly traumatized while their idols were traumatized. He was injured and died when the idol was destroyed... This is the earliest conceptual prototype of the "Law of Contact", and it is also the basic principle of many modern magic operations. This principle can be summarized in one sentence: "Once objects come into contact with each other, they will After physical contact is interrupted, long-distance interactions will continue..."

In the classroom, Lao Yao's voice sounded ups and downs on the podium, and there was a rustling sound of taking notes in the audience.

As usual, Zheng Qing must have been copying books until his eyes were dazzled.

But now, he can only concentrate on dealing with the dog **** stuck to the soles of the shoes at the door - magic cannot clean the dog **** that the wizard cannot see, so he must observe carefully to ensure that every corner of the shoes is cleaned. Clean and tidy.

Shit.

When he thought of this word, Zheng Qing immediately thought of luck, the night he picked up Su Shijun, the birth of Bo Saihe, the "undisclosed reward" just now, and then he couldn't help but start thinking about his second child. When you are born, whose surname should be followed and what name should be given - since the eldest child is called Poseidon, it should be very appropriate for the second child to be called Hades.

The bracelet knife raised by Death was like a bright light, passing through the wizard's mind, making him sober in an instant.

He picked up his hand and slapped himself lightly. Stand up. The shoes have been cleaned, and this time Lao Yao did not stop him from entering the classroom.

Jiang Yu, who was sitting in the first row, glanced at the boy with concern. The clear look in her eyes made Zheng Qing feel very ashamed. She subconsciously touched the cheek that had just been kissed and slapped.

The warmth on his fingertips told him that he still had some sense of shame.

"Is it hot outside?" Xiao Xiao looked at the young public-funded student who hurriedly ran back to his seat, and adjusted his glasses curiously.

"What? Mouth

Zheng Qing had not recovered from the shock, shame, confusion and many other mixed emotions. Hearing this, he turned to look at his deskmate blankly, not knowing why.

"Why is your face so red?" Xiao Xiao turned the brush in his hand.

Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds. "...refreshed?" he replied in a low voice, vaguely remembering that he had used this method before

"Why did you do it again?" "Wax to prevent cold." This time, Zheng Qing answered smoothly.

"Hehe," Xiao Xiao sneered twice and frowned: "If you don't want to answer, don't answer...Why do I feel like I've heard you say such nonsense before?"

"Hahaha." Zheng Qing smiled dryly and looked away with a guilty conscience, only to see the red robes in the classroom that belonged to the students of Jiuyou College.

Then his thoughts spiraled out of control again.

As soon as he saw the red robe, he immediately thought of red-framed glasses and red lips. Naturally, he thought of Fengguanxia's silk all over the ground, of the warmth of the red candle tent, and of being turned red--the young wizard's mind could only There is so much imagination in this matter.

: Give it to Wu Fukou.

:Jing Chuanhe Wu Jiandu "deep meeting/anonymous, ticking."

"That one with the nosebleed, why don't you go outside and calm down?" A piece of chalk flew from the podium and landed accurately on Zheng Qing's forehead, waking up the dazed wizard.

Lao Yao bit his pipe and held the handout in one hand, looking at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Just attend class honestly and don't think too much and cause trouble for yourself. UUReadingwww.uukanshu.com"

Everyone else in the classroom turned their heads and looked in the direction where the chalk head flew. The sneaky light flickered along with the sounds of whispers and whispers, which reminded people of those stink-catching flies.

Zheng Qing raised his hand in a daze and touched his nose. His fingers were a little hot. Only then did he realize that he had a nosebleed. He quickly pinched his nose and raised his head. Fatty Xin in the front row turned around enthusiastically. He handed the wizard an ice pack, with an expression full of desire for gossip on his face.

Zheng Qing decisively turned his head and looked out the window.

Two thrushes were standing on the windowsill, combing each other's feathers, talking to each other, and their gentle voices seemed to be heard through the glass.

The sun is shining and the spring is bright. It is really a vibrant season.

The voice of Lao Yao lecturing others came to my ears: "...and you, how about using the spirit of caring for others in class? There are so many homeworks that you can't worry about? Monitor? Downton price, please take note. , I submitted an application to the Student Affairs Office after class, saying that the earth's air was rising, the weather was dry, and it was time for a few spring rains to calm down those with nosebleeds."