Hunting College

"A question!" Zheng Qing glared at the doctor. Instead of arguing with him about the question of'waste or not', he raised his own question: "If I remember correctly, the laboratory should pay me back if I remember correctly. It's less than a month..."

"To be precise, it was ten days." Xiao Xiao corrected: "You were taken away by the Su family maid in the divination class last Tuesday. When we found you that night, the shadow disappeared, leaving you alone and miserable. Misery in the woods in a daze."

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, not paying attention to the doctor's subtle words. Instead, he tapped his temples with his fingers, and continued to question: "...and the experience in it is at least calculated on a yearly basis. Although The memory is a bit messy, but there are still basic concepts like spring and autumn, and the stars. From the perspective of time, your inference cannot be established!"

This time, even Linguo couldn't help sighing.

"Time is not so compared." The little wizard pointedly objected.

"So, it is a huge waste to leave those memories to you." Dr. Xiao Da pouted his lips and explained in surprise, "Have you ever heard of the saying'one day in the sky, one year on the earth"?"

After receiving a positive answer, Xiao Xiao continued: "Although it is a general and rough description, in a sense, this statement is not wrong."

"You can think of the high-dimensional world as the'heaven' and the low-dimensional world as the'ground'. In theory, any high-dimensional world runs through countless low-dimensional worlds. If this intersecting line is not a timeline, then From this perspective, a moment in the high-dimensional world can be the eternity of the low-dimensional world...not to mention the basic concepts such as different worlds with different time velocities, higher entropy in the low-dimensional world, etc."

"So, your shadow has only stayed for a few more years. In my opinion, this time difference is completely negligible."

The young public student sniffed vigorously to cover up his slightly embarrassed expression.

Although many of the terms and explanations mentioned by the doctor had no concept, it did not affect his comprehensive understanding of the meaning of this passage.

"Cough cough, so say," Zheng Qing coughed lightly, and concluded: "From a time perspective, it can prove your previous inference...that's what it means."

Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and gave him a blank expression.

Okay, Quan Qi, let him acquiesce in what he said, Zheng Qing thought, raising his hand again, intending to continue to ask if there are any sequelae after he has a lot of knowledge in his mind.

But at this time, a pair of wide palms rested on his shoulders, forcibly twisting him in another direction.

Then he saw the purplish red face of the hunter Yougui.

"I only ask one question!" Zhang Jixin's face was full of excitement, and his eyes seemed to burst with terrifying brilliance: "Do you have any experience in hunting monsters in your memory? Are there any easy-to-learn magics? Spells? Potion? Fulu? Can you use these now? Then think about whether there is anything helpful for hunting teams? Experience, magic, anything!"

Obviously, this is not a problem.

But Zheng Qing would never argue with Elder Zhang, who was obviously in a frenzy at this time—although his series of questions sounded chaotic, and even some prefaces didn't follow, but the central meaning was only one.

Zheng Qing could easily get what he meant.

"There should be." The young public servant shrank his neck, trying to avoid the questioning of the elder Zhang, and at the same time explained in a low voice: "But my mind is a bit messy now, like hundreds of goblins. It’s like arguing at the table in a meeting... Those memories look vague and not very clear...

This answer does not satisfy the main hunter of Yougui.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't guard against a hand deep next to him, and fumbled in his arms.

"Ah, this!" Xiao Xiao took out a row of colorful ampoules from Zhang Jixin's arms, gathered under a small group of wild light bugs, picked and picked for a long time, and finally selected a small bottle of potion.

"What is this?" Zheng Qing glanced suspiciously at the ampoule.

In the transparent glass bottle, the same transparent liquid gleamed in the moonlight, and a series of tiny bubbles continuously emerged from the bottom of the bottle, floated to the surface of the liquid, and then exploded into silvery white streamers.

"Powerful sleeping potion, the main medicinal use is Baicaoyuan's century-old old bark, which can relieve depression and soothe the nerves and reconcile the five qi. It is enough for you to sleep solidly for a night." Xiao Xiao explained, while breaking hard. Take off the cap of the ampoule: "If you are lucky, you can teach us a little life experience tomorrow morning."

"Next time you want something to speak directly, don't just use your hands when you come up." The potion in Dr. Zhang Jixin's hand, while complaining, moved towards Zheng Qing's mouth.

Not waiting for the young public-sponsored student to object, the potion had been gurgling into his mouth.

Originally, Zheng Qing had been dizzy and numb with his hands and feet because of the return of the shadow because of the return of the shadow and too much stuff in his head. Swallowed it.

At this moment, his brain suddenly became brighter, and he thought of something.

"Returning from leaving..." He snarled, struggling, and tried to stand up.

But the power of the powerful sleeping potion has begun to work. Before he could finish a sentence, he tilted his head, and sounded asleep.

The remaining few looked at each other.

"Did he just want to say something?" Ling Guo bit her finger and asked uncertainly, her eyes traversing Zhang Jixin and Xiao Xiao.

"Why are you feeding him medicine now?" Xiao Xiao pointed his finger at the main hunter of You Sin: "Such a big lump of meat, should we carry him back to the dormitory?"

"Are you a wizard!" Elder Zhang retorted and sarcastically said, "Apart from carrying people, there is no magic to move things?"

"Really not. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Xiao Xiao shrugged: "I originally raised a few little ghosts...but the school does not allow them to be brought in."

"What did he just want to say?" Linguo interrupted the dispute between the two and asked again.

"What came back from leaving?" Zhang Jixin grinned for a long time and finally gave up: "It doesn't matter, he will wake up tomorrow, and ask him when he wakes up... By the way, he has no talent for a prophet or a prophet. , How do I feel that he just seemed to possess something."

"I don't know." Xiao Xiao closed his notebook and walked down the hill first: "Excuse me, elder, if you don't know the magic of moving things, just drag him back to the dormitory...You are big and strong. And there is a contractual relationship with him."

"Drag back?" Zhang Jixin's annoyed voice sounded behind him: "How to drag? Drag head or foot?!"

"Whatever, he doesn't know anyway."

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