Hunting College

Zheng Qing finally did not set off a revolution in the identity of the elf world.

He also failed to ask the gypsy witch out of the dormitory of the foreign students.

Therefore, after patrolling on Saturday night, he did not go back to the dormitory to rest, but went straight to the Shushan Pavilion, sat at the desk where he was doing tutoring for Irina, praying that he could see the beautiful figure here.

Maybe because he fell asleep during the prayer, maybe his prayers were not so formal, and God gave up this hypocrite in a fit of anger.

From morning to afternoon, Zheng Qing slept with dim eyes and numbness in his body. He didn't even have a good bite of the meal. However, there are people coming and going in the Shushan Pavilion, but the figure of the witch has never appeared.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The hour and minute hands of a clock have met and staggered more than ten times.

It seemed that the sky darkened just in a blink of an eye.

Today and Sunday, in accordance with Lao Yao’s rules, there will be a regular class meeting in the evening.

Looking at the greenish sky outside the window, the young public servant who got nothing, he sighed deeply, finally stood up, and left with a tired mood.

The classroom for the class meeting is located at 601 East of the Bishop’s Building.

When Zheng Qing arrived, it was almost seven o'clock and most of the students were seated. Because Professor Yao hadn't come yet, the classroom was full of noisy atmosphere.

Pushing open the classroom door, the young public-sponsored student ran straight to the back row of the classroom with his head down. After his Yu Guang glanced at the desk against the wall, the burgundy, fuzzy shadow seemed to linger with the tip of his nose. Rich fragrance.

There is an astringent feeling in his eyelids.

"Why are you so late!" Fatty Xin raised his arms and waved his hands vigorously, greeted carelessly.

"I've read a book in the Shushan Pavilion too much." Zheng Qing muttered, sitting on the empty seat beside Xiao Xiao, and sighed deeply.

"People are right there," Xiao Xiao said with a trembling lips, "Aren't you going to do something?"

Zheng Qing snapped his head on the desk.

"Not in the mood." He snorted dumbly.

"I remember you said that you don't want to be in the future because you can't regret it because of today's flinching." Xiao Xiao's voice was a little louder, and Fatty Xin's ears trembled in the front row, and his head leaned back.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, but still did not look up.

"Some people, if you miss something, you will never be able to go back." Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, hesitated for a few seconds, and added: "Unless you can surpass the realm of the Great Wizard, there may be time to reverse. Opportunity for regret across time and space."

"What is the realm beyond the Great Wizard?" Zheng Qing raised his head, somewhat curious.

"Is this the point?!" Xiao Xiao's eyes twitched.

Fatty Xin's shoulders trembled violently.

"Huh!"

The classroom door rang violently, interrupting Zheng Qing's thoughts and shocking the noisy classroom.

Professor Yao raised one hand in the air and was still pushing the door, but seeing his sluggish expression, he was obviously taken aback by the loud noise.

The whole classroom was silent.

"Go...Chao...!" The stick figure villain behind the door screamed: "Mighty... Wu...!"

"Noisy." The expression on Lao Yao's face finally eased. He grabbed the pipe and knocked on the piece of paper, and said with a smile, "Is it your ghost!"

"It's wrong, my lord, the villain is wrong..." The stick figure howled with a pointed voice, and rolled on the paper.

The classmates burst into laughter.

Old Yao didn't speak any more, just smiled, shook his head, and strode up to the podium.

"It is always so energetic." Zheng Qing propped his chin and watched the little man climb up and sit cross-legged in the corner of the white paper, and put his hat on the ground upside down, like a beggar starting to work.

"That's not vitality...that's crazy." Xiao Xiao whispered: "If you can only stay on a piece of paper every day, you might be crazier than it."

Zheng Qing thought about the restrained and boring days, shuddered, and quickly expelled the negative emotions from his mind.

Then he noticed a detail.

"Who drew him a hat!" The young public-sponsored student stared at the simple, convex hat on the white paper, and elbows Dr. Xiao next to him.

"I don't know...maybe it's a kind lady." Xiao Xiao's lips squirmed and warned: "If you don't want to be called by Yao Yao to recite your'One Week Life Report', just shut up!"

Zheng Qing swallowed and glanced at the podium with a guilty conscience.

I don’t know which senior’s bad idea was. The school seems to think that letting students take simple life notes every day, and then compile them into a book, can effectively exercise their spiritual qualities.

Ever since, Jiuyou College resolutely implemented the school’s suggestion.

Every Sunday in the regular class meeting, Lao Yao would ask students to turn in this week's notes-if a student's performance is'beyond' his expectations, he will smile and ask the student to stand on the podium. Emotional recitation myself daily for a week.

"This week is the last Sunday in September." From the podium, Professor Yao's deep and powerful voice slowly sounded: "It's been a month since you entered the first university."

"Everyone should have gained something more or less."

"Maybe it's a spell, maybe it's a potion, maybe a few talisman, a few magic texts...Of course, it may also be friendship or love."

There was a disturbed commotion in the classroom.

Everyone is communicating something with vague but clear eyes.

"I am very happy to see you guys working hard to grow on this campus."

"I also very much hope that in the days to come, you can maintain this active spirit and go further on your own path."

Zheng Qing's ears automatically filtered Lao Yao's official rhetoric.

He lowered his head, transcripted the binding spell over and over in his book, using mental fatigue to relieve the anxiety deep in his heart.

I do not know how long it has been.

Until Xiao Xiao tugged his arm.

"What?" Zheng Qing turned his head in surprise.

"Listen carefully," Xiao Xiao motioned to him to look at the podium: "Lao Yao started to talk about work arrangements for next week."

"Is there anything to hear..." Zheng Qing muttered: "The timetable is fixed...every week is a cliché."

Then Professor Yao's next sentence made him stare in surprise.

"Next Monday, we will hold the opening ceremony."

"The place is in the first hall... Does anyone know where the first hall is?"

Everyone shook their heads quickly.

"The Fulu class on Monday afternoon will be cancelled. As usual, we will arrange for you to make up this Fulu lesson in the practice class on Friday afternoon... Please note clearly on your class schedule... I will discuss the specific matters of the opening ceremony. I will notify Downton and Jiang Yu after the spell class tomorrow morning... Do you have any other questions?"

"Professor, why is the opening ceremony held so late!"

"Who presided over, is it the principal?"

"There is even a special opening ceremony... I thought that old man had already held it for us after getting off the plane."

For a time, many people talked about this topic, and the classroom suddenly fell into a mess.

"Quiet!!" The pipe in Old Yao's hand slammed heavily on the table.

The original calm was restored in the classroom immediately.

"Since there are no other questions, then the meeting will end!"

"be careful!"

The classroom immediately heard the sound of the table, chair and bench moving.

"Zheng Qing, keep it for a while." Old Yao snapped his fingers and stopped the public student who had just stood up.

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"I have a few things, let me know." Old Yao bit his pipe, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and walked out with him, while slowly saying:

"At the school opening ceremony tomorrow, the Wizarding League may come to give you an award to recognize your outstanding performance at Four Seasons Square... You have a mental preparation. If you speak, don't be too nervous."

"There is also the result of your physical examination at the school hospital. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we will take time to discuss this issue... As I said, your head disease is a big trouble."

"But it doesn't matter, this is the number one university in the end, there is no problem that we can't solve..."

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