Hunting College

Zheng Qing was lying on the six-poster bed in the dormitory, underneath his body was a layer of finely patterned rattan mats. It's the end of May, and after the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Except for Dylan, everyone in the dormitory has covered mats.

There are many card slots in Dylan's coffin that can be inlaid with runes. Warm charms are hung in winter, insect repellent charms and cool charms are hung in summer. There is no need to prepare a mat like other people.

In fact, Zheng Qing always felt that Dylan’s inlaying insect repellent charms on the coffin was a waste. Inside the coffin, there was no mosquito harassment. Outside the coffin, those mosquitoes could not affect the blood-sucking werewolf classmates sleeping inside, even if it was noisy.

The fat cat screamed lazily.

The wizard yawned heavily and stared out of the tent. The thick winter curtains around the six-poster bed had been replaced with summer gauze tents, which were light and transparent, and the room could be seen clearly through the tent. The movement.

There is no one in the dormitory.

Today is Saturday, just after two o'clock in the afternoon. Dylan went to a half-blood party—according to him, there was a half-werewolf party in the evening—it was estimated that he would not be back until tomorrow morning; Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin went to the library.

Originally at this time, Zheng Qing should be working in Professor Monteria’s laboratory, but at noon, he suddenly received a paper crane from the laboratory. The professor said that it was nearing the end of the term and the laboratory was temporarily closed, leaving the students to review their homework. time.

This notice is a bit sudden, but understandable.

But it was precisely because of this ‘sudden’ that it disrupted Zheng Qing’s schedule. On the two days of the weekend, every desk in the library was occupied from morning to night, and the study room was full. After searching for a long time, the young public-funded student had to admit that there was no other suitable place for him to review his homework except for his own dormitory.

And the dormitory has never been a good place to study.

After sitting at the desk for less than an hour, Zheng Qing couldn't open both eyes. The afternoon sun is warm and drowsy through the window and basking on the body. The fat cat lying on the table and snoring further strengthened this dilemma.

There is no easier way to relax than a cat snoring.

After leaving the third drool on the parchment paper, Zheng Qing finally made up his mind—to sleep on the table is to sleep, and to sleep in bed is to sleep. Anyway, if you can’t learn, why not make yourself sleep more comfortable? ?

Let the depravity be more violent!

In this way, he finally lay down on his six-poster bed comfortably.

One sleep is two hours.

Outside the gauze tent, on the desk, Tuantuan wailed again.

The cry was full of humility and flattery, without the mighty prestige of the day. Zheng Qing rubbed his eyes, his vision became clear, and then he saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure in front of the desk.

Yes, sir!

The young wizard turned over from the bed, pulled off the mosquito net, didn't wear his shoes, and stumbled forward two steps. There is no doubt that it is Mr. Wu.

The husband was bending over, looking at Zheng Qing's essay on magic philosophy on the table before going to bed. The fat cats closed their eyes and shrank into a ball, like a ball of yarn, in the corner of the desk. The fur **** are full of elves. Compared with the fur balls, the elves are much more courageous. Some even dared to shout, flapping their wings and falling on the shoulders of the husband.

Zheng Qing motioned them to prepare hot tea and fruits quickly.

Those brave little elves happily flew away from Mr.'s shoulders, and it was only then that Zheng Qing felt his cheeks feel a little hot.

He vaguely remembered that before he went to bed, there were pools of saliva on the parchment carrying the paper. He planned to clean up the stains after waking up, but unexpectedly, his husband suddenly appeared in the dormitory.

This makes everything seem a bit confusing.

"You, why are you here?" The boy stammered, breaking the silence in the dormitory in the afternoon.

On the corner of the desk, a bunch of fat cats quietly raised their ears and trembled slightly. His head was still buried under his arms and paws, and he refused to show his head.

"I'm free temporarily, so come here." The gentleman did not look back. He still read Zheng Qing's paper carefully. At the same time, he gently replied: "It just so happens that you also have time...We can advance tomorrow's course to today. "

Zheng Qing quietly swallowed.

The title of the essay was "A gentleman is not a weapon". It opened with "The metaphysical is the Tao, and the metaphysical is the Art", summarizing all the worldviews and methodology that Zheng Qing learned in the first grade. The paper is not finished yet, and it is stuck on the case analysis. It is difficult for Zheng Qing to find an appropriate example that not only named the main theme, but also included the philosophical theories he learned.

Out of the corner of the boy's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the fat cat retracting its ears again. The elves, holding the lingering fruit and hot tea, fluttered and floated on the side of the husband, eagerly entertaining.

The husband finally looked away from the paper, stood up straight, nodded slightly at the elves, took the tea, took a sip, and then turned to look at the young public student.

"Looking at the title of this thesis, do you already have a certain idea about the content of the third class?" Mr. affirmed.

Zheng Qing nodded silently.

In the first class, the husband took him to observe two scenes-the north district juggler prayed to Colmar for strength; the seeds of resistance in the new world turned into dust between the husband's waves.

Then he learned that "the benevolent does not worry", and the benevolent has a clear conscience.

In the second class, the husband took him around in the mirror world. Although something went wrong in the middle, Zheng Qing and Zhu Si met unexpectedly, but overall, the teacher's teaching goals did not deviate.

In this class, Zheng Qing learned that "the one who knows is not confused", and wise people will not be confused by appearances.

Then came the third class.

With the foundation of the first two classes, combined with what Mr. once said in the first class, "Quality wins the literature, then the wild, the literature wins the history, the gentleman, then the gentleman", Zheng Qing can easily find it from the ancient books. The corresponding content.

"Zi said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gentleman and Taoist three, I am incompetent, the benevolent is not worried, the knowing is not confused, the brave is not afraid." Zheng Qing cleared his throat, read this sentence, and then glanced at her husband: "In the third class, you should teach me what'the brave is not afraid'."

The husband nodded and glanced sideways at the window.

The fat cat group became more and more rounded, the breeze blowing through the hall, the slender cat hair moved slightly with the wind, shining a comfortable luster in the sun.

"Do you know what makes people feel scared?" The husband raised his hand and pressed it on the boy's shoulder.

Zheng Qing blinked, and just about to answer this question, he felt his feet suddenly become empty, and the feeling of falling from a high altitude rushed from all directions again, wrapping him tightly.

Two figures suddenly disappeared from the room.

The little elf holding the tea cup and the fruit plate screamed and looked around blankly, not knowing where the guests and the owner had gone; the fat cat, which had been thrown into a ball, trembled its ears, and after a while, stretched its waist and raised its tail, and recovered In the shape of a cat, as if nothing had happened, he wandered around on the desk with an aura.