Hunting College

In life, we can be sure of some things.

For example, the spilled salt must be thrown over the left shoulder, and rosemary must be planted at the garden gate. Lavender will bring good luck. For example, no one dares to point to the rainbow hanging in the east sky. Don't just peep at the moon in the tulle.

Other things are not so certain.

Such as life, such as death, such as love.

Elena Jones is a gypsy witch.

She is also a classmate of Zheng Qing.

She is still a brave and beautiful girl-Zheng Qing is very sure of this. Every time her name floated in his mind, he would involuntarily think of the beautiful figure with a handful of tarot cards in his hand and an apologetic face.

Unique Tarot divination, tall wizard towers that appear indefinitely, caravans wielding the whip of shadows shuttled to the edge of life and death, and the Gypsies wandering in Eurasia have long been shrouded in legends full of mystery.

And Jelena inherited all the mystery of the Gypsies.

Her beauty, her enthusiasm, her long burgundy wavy hair, her fascinating light brown eyes, a straight nose, wheat-colored skin, tall figure, everything, everything is full of mystery within Temptation.

Her smiles and charming eyes are all intoxicating.

It is very unmagical to expect a young man who has just left the greenhouse to hold himself under such temptation.

Therefore, Zheng Qing fell in love almost the instant she talked with him.

Maybe God also deliberately fulfilled this silly young man. The Gypsy Witch would be interested in Fuluology. Is there anything more that Zheng Qing wants?

Under the suggestion of the witch, the 08-year public-funded student of Jiuyou Academy ignored the fact that his basic magic was messed up and agreed to help her with tuition.

Therefore, at two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, it became a piece of honey in the heart of young people.

Every time he thinks of this time, he can't help but hang a silly, sweet smile on his face.

Except last Sunday.

Zheng Qing hugged his book, frowned, and hurried to the classroom. The elves poked their heads out of the hood behind him, carefully watching the surroundings, singing cheerful tunes.

It is 7 o'clock on Monday morning, and it is more than an hour before the first class starts.

But Zheng Qing could no longer wait in the cramped dormitory.

From Saturday, the paper cranes that he flew towards Irina, all flew back to his hands intact. No matter how gorgeous he folds the paper crane into a gorgeous shape, and no matter how many "anti-evasion" spells he adds to the paper crane, those cyan letter papers will always flutter their wings in his disappointed eyes and return to the small 403 dormitory. On the balcony.

Then through the thick layer of glass, he nodded and pecked.

咚咚咚, 咚咚咚.

He didn't know why Paper Crane couldn't find Elena, he didn't know if the witch appeared at the library desk at noon on Sunday, let alone whether the witch was all right now.

The only thing he knew was that he had to find the Gypsy Witch before the first class on Monday, and express his deepest apologies for not being able to make the appointment on Sunday.

If he can, he is ready to squeeze a sum of money out of his poor wallet and ask the witch to have dinner at the most luxurious restaurant in Beta Town as part of the "most sincere apology".

Originally, he planned to talk to Elena at the regular class meeting on Sunday night, but disappointingly, the witch did not appear at the regular meeting.

This kind of thing is not surprising. He comforted himself from the bottom of his heart. As Dr. Xiao mentioned, transfer students and international students have their closed small circles. Activities such as class meetings are rarely counted as the head of the class. Among the number-they rarely participate in such activities.

So, before Professor Yao’s curse class this morning, it’s the last chance.

The young public-sponsored students were thinking about their words and behaviors after the meeting, and they did not pay attention to the excited expressions on the faces of the students coming and going on campus, as well as those whispering figures gathered in twos and threes.

Until he opened the door of the classroom, a group of people gathered around and frightened the poor young man.

"Why so many people!" He shouted, "Why are you all here so early? What happened!"

However, the crowd didn't care about his struggle at all, and a series of questions rushed over.

"Really?" Li Meng squeezed at the front of the crowd, pulling his collar, screaming: "Did the patrol catch those monsters?"

"What?" Zheng Qing looked around dazedly.

The elf in the hood was taken aback by the enthusiastic wizards, hula la and flew to the upper edge of the blackboard to find the comfort of those who work in the school.

Everyone held a blue paper crane in their arms-this was one of Zheng Qing's "sincerity" prepared for Irina.

Perhaps because he was so flustered, one of the elves just fluttered his wings and flew high, accidentally dropping a paper crane down. Without the burden of paper cranes, the little elf flew a lot more easily, so this simple-minded little guy quickly left behind the "baby" that his owner had repeatedly told.

The paper crane drifted slowly with the help of the airflow until it was about to fall to the ground before being caught by a bare hand.

Of course, Zheng Qing did not notice these details.

He was crowded with curious faces, and his ears were full of messy questions.

"Is it true that everyone is saying that it is a bunch of sand that **** up those magical creatures?"

This question is very simple and clear.

Zheng Qing nodded hurriedly.

This affirmation made the enthusiasm of the onlookers even more intense.

"Are there really tens of thousands of slackers hidden in the school by those sands?"

"What does the mother of sand time look like? How old is it? Have you touched it?"

"How did you find the group of escaping sands?"

"I heard that someone from the patrol team was taken away by the sand, and half of his face was withered. Is it true?"

"Did you get a small bottle of sand royal jelly as a reward!"

Finally, this question is so critical ~www.ltnovel.com~ that everyone closed their mouths and stared at Zheng Qing, expecting him to give an accurate answer.

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded slowly again.

Wow!

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"Brother Qing, Brother Qing!" Squad leader Downton embraced his shoulders and greeted enthusiastically: "You shouldn't use that bottle of'Sand Time Royal Jelly'... I will give out ten jade coins and give them evenly. How am I?"

Before Zheng Qing could speak, a mocking voice sounded clearly outside the crowd.

"Ten jade coins?"

Matthew Cullen originally leaned against the window, turned his head, and looked at the farce at the door of the classroom coldly. When he heard Downton’s offer, he couldn’t help but mocked:

"The price without sincerity...I will give out twenty."