Hunting College

Linzhong Lake.

Inside a pavilion on the promenade around the lake.

When Zheng Qing opened his eyes and returned to reality from the dream classroom, only a few seconds later, the discussion about the principal's successor in his mind began to blur-as if someone was rubbing with an eraser little by little. Like falling.

Zheng Qing finally had no way to provide big news to Fatty Xin.

This regret faded a lot after he turned over the notebook in the gray cloth bag. The young public-sponsored student unexpectedly discovered that the notes he made in his dreams were completely presented in his notebook in reality.

The highlighted sentence in the notes-know enough, you will not feel confused; as long as you are smart enough, you will not be confused by reality-is a summary made by him based on the content of the teacher's lecture.

The boy mumbled these words, stretched his waist, stood up from the bench in the arbor, leaned forward and looked out.

The afternoon sun was a bit less venomous, but a bit thicker. Just standing in the shadow of the pavilion and looking out, looking at the sun-drenched world, made people feel breathless.

Knowing the yelling of ‘Wow’, I feel weak, like an ‘old student’ dragging his tune on the stage.

On the lively lake in the past, most of the creatures disappeared, either hiding in the deep bottom of the lake, or hiding in the rock caves on the shore. Only a few empty boats can be seen on the water surface, as well as the blue water buffalo leaning on the side of the boat with only a little back exposed.

They are the working cows of the school working committee and need to respond to the call of the wizard who wants to take a boat across the lake at any time. Therefore, I can only hold on to my post in such hot weather.

I heard that the school does not provide high temperature subsidies because it is not yet July.

It was also very miserable.

Hundreds of meters away, in the mud pond on the east bank of Linzhong Lake, the hunters of the guilt hunting team are searching every corner there in the name of ‘training’. Wearing heavy rain boots and heavy dragon leather gloves, they rummaged in the mud nest for the turtles.

The hunters will do a magic test for each turtle that is found, and make a safety stamp on the shell of the tested turtle. This is the method confirmed in the plenary meeting yesterday, and everyone hopes to use this method to find the faceless monster hiding in the mud pool-or at least, to know the whereabouts of a black goat from the beak of some old turtle.

Obviously, this work is not going so smoothly.

Just as Zheng Qing leaned forward and looked out, he saw a grumpy Shou tortoise flapping its tail and drew it heavily on Zhang Jixin's face. There is another longevity turtle stretching its neck, spitting on Linguo's face.

The saliva of the longevity turtles is very clear, but the weight is full, and the whole head of Lin Guo is soaked.

"Oh, **** it!" shouted the young public servant before rushing out of the pavilion: "How dare they be so rude! Can't you use a bit more tough means?"

Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes at Zheng Qing.

"You slept well in the bed, dreaming and snoring, suddenly you were lifted by the quilt, you used magic to check your body, and finally you stamped your butt... In this case, would you still be polite?"

Zheng Qing suddenly became speechless.

While speaking, he was already standing on the edge of the mud pool.

It seems that the guilty hunters have checked most of the pond, and the long-shou tortoises with their shells got together in twos and threes, craned their necks, stared at the young wizards with big green bean eyes angrily.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Will they complain to the school?" he asked the doctor in a low voice.

Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and glanced at the captain: "When you think about this problem, we have already received a complaint... You sin today's training book has content related to'monster detection' and'marking'. The school work committee also acquiesced to us to inspect the mud pond. This is a compromise solution in a sense."

Zheng Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He still remembered that he was carrying a disciplinary action of ‘staying in school’ and he didn’t want to cause any ‘racial conflict’ at this time and was sued for a sum.

"It's really hot!" The young public-sponsored student pulled the tunic collar and hesitated: "Why... everyone take a break first?"

Before he finished his words, Fatty Xin cheered, dropped the longevity turtle he had just picked up in his hand, and crawled out of the mud pond out of breath. The washbasin-sized longevity tortoise slammed heavily into the muddy water, splashing a huge brown spray, which caused Zhang Jixin to curse.

Xiao Xiao gave Zheng Qing a dissatisfied look.

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, and raised his hand to fan the wind: "The weather is too hot... It's only May, and it feels like July and August. The weather monitor hasn't reached the month when the weather ball is used as a surprise."

"This is the follow-up effect of the recurrence of silence a year ago. The school confirmed as early as January that the number of hot days this year will come early and last for a long time. Don't you never read the school newspaper?" Fatty Xin took off his dragon skin laboriously With gloves and clumsy rain boots, he reached out and grabbed Zheng Qing's waist: "Quick, quick, two cool charms..."

Zheng Qing avoided the fat man's greasy hands.

"Speaking of the school newspaper," the young public-sponsored student quickly drew a stack of cool charms from the gray cloth bag and stuffed it into the fat man's hand: "When I just woke up, I seemed to have a big news for you... but now I have forgotten it. ...Hey, give others points!"

Fatty Xin was planning to stuff all the extra cool charms into his pocket.

After hearing what Zheng Qing said, he sighed in disappointment.

"Big news?" Xiao Xiao took two cool charms and pasted them on both sides of his temples, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Where is the big news? Was it from last night?"

"No, in a dream." Zheng Qing replied solemnly.

"The school newspaper is a serious publication. Under normal circumstances, students’ dreams will not be published." The fat man refused without hesitation, but at the same time gave other suggestions: "...Of course, I have several relationships in "Duo Duo". The editorial department of "Ladies" ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They like to publish the cranky thoughts of young people."

"It's not crazy thinking." Zheng Qing corrected: "Yes...hell, why can't I remember it? I remember it was related to the school's vice principals."

"Huh!" The fat man let out a short, harsh laugh: "That really doesn't sound like ordinary cranky thinking... it's more like a pipe dream."

"Forget it, let's not discuss this topic." Zheng Qing waved his hand upset, motioning the fat man to shut up.

The group had returned to the pavilion, sitting in twos and threes on the benches of the pavilion.

Zheng Qing hesitated, and finally selectively told some of his previous experiences-whether it was facing an upcoming challenge or saving Zhu Si from the world in the mirror. He needs some help.

There is no more reliable helper than the hunters of the Death Hunter.

"I just had a dream." The young public student stood among the hunters and looked at everyone very seriously: "In my dream, I heard a prophecy and saw a little girl."