Hunting College

The husband didn't stand this time, but was sitting on an ochre wooden bench, holding a book with a black cover in his hand, and was looking at it patiently.

Because of the distance, Zheng Qing couldn't see the content on the black paper.

But he could see the bench very clearly.

It is the kind of bench where the chair surface and the back of the chair are spliced ​​by wide wooden strips. There are black metal armrests on both sides.

Under the bench, it was not a white mist, but a small piece of red mosaic floor tiles. A dozen weeds peeked out of the cracks in the tiles, firmly welcoming their own sunshine and rain.

A second, Zheng Qing was still standing dozens of steps away, tentatively asking the identity of the wizard on the bench.

The next moment, there was a flower in front of him, and the person was already sitting on a bench, holding a wooden box in his hand-as if he had been sitting here from the beginning, holding these things in his hands.

"Mr!"

Zheng Qing was repeating the words he had chanted a second ago in silence. There were countless grooves in his heart that wanted to vomit, but he hadn't figured out where to start—whether it was from the sudden attack of Mr. This unchanging meeting environment is still the wooden box in hand, or meeting too frequently recently.

My husband has seen him more frequently in recent times than even before coming to the first university. In high school, his husband was not in the store most of the time, Zheng Qing practiced Fu Ting and took care of the bookstore alone. After entering the university for more than half a year, the husband only appeared once, and didn't even see him when he returned home during the winter vacation.

Instead, he came back from winter vacation, and the husband grabbed him to meet each other twice in three days.

Having said that, it is not right to say that Zheng Qing is tired of meeting her husband. On the contrary, Zheng Qing is very happy to chat with her husband. After all, the husband is a very powerful wizard, chatting with him, this young wizard has a sense of solemnity to participate in some major events.

And no matter how familiar you are with the First University, this is not the world Zheng Qing has lived in for nearly two decades.

Zheng Qing always has a faint barrier to the world.

The appearance of the husband relieved his mentality very well. After all, the husband has been living in his world since he was eight years old. Compared with the first university, the husband's existence is more real.

There is a common saying that "no one day is like three autumns".

It has been only a week since Zheng Qing and her husband met last time, but he has the feeling that he hasn't seen each other for a long time, and he feels like he wants to talk to him.

So, before the husband spoke, the boys started talking about it.

The various things in the past week have been as small as Poseidon’s moulting, and the blue markings on his body are getting lighter and lighter; cats are really a liquid; hedgehog cats and snakes are real creatures.

Then to Colmar's hard work, the evil spirits of the wizards in the north area that sacrificed magic; the old murloc Professor Garcia invited him to participate in the polder market of ‘Quan Kelai’; Fatty Xin, the blue giant actually avenged his personal revenge in the practice class.

The joint meeting of professors at the first university changed a new rotating chair. Another round of conflict broke out between Jiuyou Academy and Alpha. There was a lot of rumors that Reggie and August were going to end classes, and so on.

Of course, the most important thing is the **** sheep that Lin Guo lost—Xiao Xiao exhausted every possible means and was unable to foretell the whereabouts of the black sheep. The Youxin Hunting Team launched all the channels and failed to find the black sheep. They have planned to publish the sheep-seeking revelation on the school newspaper and bulletin board, and at the same time offer a jade coin reward in Wandering Bar.

The husband listened to him patiently, without interruption from beginning to end.

It's just that when Zheng Qing mentioned the missing black goat, his brows frowned slightly.

After talking for almost half an hour, Zheng Qing finally took a sigh of relief, feeling that a stone pressed in his heart was removed, and the whole person was relieved.

"...Where do you think that black goat will hide? Is it still alive?" He took a peek at the gentleman's expression and tentatively said: "Or, where do you think we should start looking?"

The husband closed the black book in his hand, tapped his fingertips on the cover, and pondered for a moment.

"This matter, you can take care of it." He finally shook his head: "After all, it's just a small matter, it won't take much effort..."

A grain of dust on the great wizard falls on an ordinary wizard, and it is a mountain-not to mention you who are far beyond the legendary wizard or even the ancient wizard!

The trivial matter in your mouth may be too big for us!

The boy murmured a few words in his heart, but after all he did not continue to bother Mr.

"Then what do you want to do with me today?" Zheng Qingban complained, "If you have something, you can fly a paper crane... if you make a sudden attack like this, my heart can't stand it. You know, my heart The new ones are still running in."

This idiot was not successful.

Because there is no smile on the husband's face, he is as serious as ever.

"Something happens on Sunday, and the scheduled make-up class is advanced to today." The husband put away the black book, raised his arm, and put his hand on the shoulder of the young wizard: "...Anyway, you are sleeping now~www.wuxiaspot.com ~It’s okay."

This is so reasonable, Zheng Qing didn't know how to answer.

"In the wizarding world, are everyone used to doing things in dreams?" Zheng Qing thought of the wizard college entrance examination he had taken.

"Convenient." Mr.'s answer was brief and concise.

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Qing felt a sensation of turning around the world and pounced on his face. The strong sense of weightlessness mixed with the powerless feeling in the dark filled Zheng Qing's senses, making him a little suffocated.

This feeling came quickly, but it dissipated quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the suffocation dissipated, and Zheng Qing regained control of his body.

He opened his eyes, surrounded by an empty world, with a brilliant starry sky above his head. The husband is standing not far in front of him. The two seemed to stand in the void.

But the focus of boys' attention is not here.

After recovering from the dizziness, Zheng Qing's first sentence has nothing to do with the bad journey just now.

"You...your reply...memoir...don't you write it?" The boy panted, concentrated, trying to get rid of the crazy dizziness in his brain, and at the same time continued the record of the previous chat, and asked: "I remember, you said, I arranged to write memoirs on Friday."

Mr. Wu sighed: "Time will never be enough, memoir, I will write it slowly later... Today's course is a case study. First, I will take you to understand two independent cases."

As he said, he stood with his hands down, just lowered his head slightly and glanced at his feet.

Zheng Qing followed Mr.'s gaze and looked down, gradually widening his eyes.

Although the world under his feet is a bit strange, boys can judge the identity of this world based on some familiar signs.

This is Phuket, the first university, outside Fort Alpha, Beta Town.

To be precise, Zheng Qing is now located above Beta Town!