Hunting College

"You are going to the library?"

Hearing this simple question, Zheng Qing opened his mouth and said nothing for a while. Xiao Xiao, who was beside him, gave him a puzzled look, straightened up, and answered politely: "Yes, Professor."

"Okay, okay... review well and try to get a good score in the exam. One of you is a special enrollment student and the other is a public student... Especially you, Zheng Qing, if your curse score is not good enough this time, it depends on me Pack you up!"

As he said, Professor Yao patted Zheng Qing's shoulder with a smile, his palms were as generous and warm as ever, but Zheng Qing's body shook slightly.

The professor squinted his eyes and took a closer look at the young wizard.

Zheng Qing felt that the smile on his face was also stiff.

"Is the courage so small? Just scare you, review it, and you will definitely get good grades." Old Yao grinned with a squinted mouth, showing his yellowed teeth-before Zheng Qing might think it was smoking too much. But now he deeply suspects that the yellow stains are traces that cannot be erased after the blood is soaked in tooth enamel.

Zheng Qing stiffened his neck and nodded.

"Why, I'm not feeling well?" the professor asked.

"Yesterday, I didn't sleep well." Zheng Qing lowered his eyes and replied hoarsely. Even though he was sure that Old Yao would not treat himself well, the experience of dealing with demons three and five times since entering the school still made the young wizard feel anxious. He will never forget the scene of Damingfang Pig Demon rushing towards him. It was the deepest memory of his first encounter with the wizarding world.

Professor Yao chuckled and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder again.

Staggered away.

Zheng Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ran to the Shushan Pavilion following in Xiao Xiao's footsteps.

But before running a few steps, Professor Yao and a small but clear voice suddenly came in my ears: "I haven't eaten people for a long time... Don't be so scared."

The wizard staggered and fell to the ground.

Several witches passing by not far away pointed at the public-sponsored student and laughed together.

Zheng Qing struggled to get up from the ground and looked back in horror. He happened to see Professor Yao turning a deciduous sycamore tree, turning his face to his side, waving his pipe at him, smiling, and exhaling a thick smoke. .

"Can you step on the flat ground?" Fatty Xin's incredible yelling came not far away, as if he wanted the entire building to know: "Have you had a leg sawn short?!"

"My feet are broken." Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, stood up, and ran to the Shushan Pavilion without looking back.

Next to him, Dr. Xiao Da helped his glasses and glanced in the direction where Professor Yao was leaving, kicking and stepping to follow the figure of the young public student.

Zheng Qing ran towards the library for a few steps, then recovered and raised his head.

"Didn't you let you occupy a seat? Why are you here!" He stared at Fatty Xin who was a few steps away.

The fat man drooped his shoulders and sighed.

"You have to have a position." He yelled in the crowd without shyness: "When I came, the line was already lined up in the small square in front of the Shushan Pavilion... I haven't followed the line two steps, the front People began to spread, saying that there were no more seats inside."

Originally following a few people, the students who were rushing towards the library sighed with disappointment. Some people turned straight and ran in the direction of the study room, and a few who did not give up still went to the library.

Zheng Qing also stopped.

"Then we...return to the dormitory?" He looked at the doctor questioningly.

Before Xiao Xiao spoke, Fatty Xin sneaked up and whispered in his ear, "There are no more seats in the library, but there are still a few vacant test benches... I helped us occupy them. You can finish the potions lesson and the practical part of alchemy first."

Zheng Qing approvingly patted the fat man's shoulder.

Banner triumphantly walked ahead and led the way. After two steps, he suddenly remembered something, then turned around and whispered: "Also, I don't know why, that octopus has a bad temper today, and he only sprays letters or phonetic symbols. Don't speak. You remember not to provoke it."

Sure enough, when passing by the front desk of the Shushan Pavilion, Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of the library administrator waving eight tentacles and hanging a wizard with muddy shoes and trouser legs in the air. He was screaming, full of bags.

Zheng Qing guessed that the mud on the boy's shoes contaminated the floor of the library, and that's why there was a disaster.

Many students stood at the entrance of the library, but all students held their breath and sneaked into the library quietly along the corner. No one came forward and spoke up for the poor ghost.

"It's wrong to do this." Xiao Xiao said to the two companions while standing in front of the test bench and putting silk gloves on his hands: "Even if no personal injury was caused...it was considered a personal injury. School. It should be managed."

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes. Who would compete with a great wizard who was not completely successful in advancement and whose spirit was fragile for a long time because of such a small matter.

Even the fat guy who has always liked to find news did not support the doctor in this matter.

"It is difficult for us to define the subtle difference between'corporal punishment' and'punishment.'" He rolled his sleeves, while wiping the shiny silver knife, while analyzing the matter with a pretentious explanation:

"Old-school wizards admire this kind of'education' method... If you pay attention to the development trend of civilization, you will find that the sooner a brilliant civilization is created, the easier it is to be imprisoned by that glory, and to the new and more adapted to the times Development is dismissive."

"It's like we all use Dharma books now, but many old-school wizard schools in Europa are still teaching children to use magic wands to cast spells; witches in whalebone skirts look down on witches in jeans-and stick education ~ www.wuxiaspot. Com~ is the most stubborn part of all backward performance."

"Actually, you should be grateful to the first university today for not retaining the punishment of'whipping' and'transfiguration' when it was founded. That's the real humiliation... Tsk tsk, imagine a witch being stripped naked and hung from a tree to whip , Or a wizard was transformed into a green turtle crawling around..."

Zheng Qing blinked, not knowing whether to express a certain degree of yearning for the ‘bad’ history or to attack him thoroughly. As the fat man just said, this ‘degree’ is very subtle.

"It's really terrible." The young public student finally agreed. At the same time, he glanced at the fat man with a gaze, and then glanced at Dr. Xiao Da: "If the doctor hadn't been silent all the time, I almost thought it was him. Speaking... I didn't expect you to have deep moments occasionally."

A blue air flashed across Banner's face, and the muscles on his forearms bulged.

Holding a silver knife, he forcefully chopped the licorice on the test bench into thin and even slices. There was a bit of gritted teeth in his tone: "I have always been very deep, okay?! Without two brushes, how dare you give it to the school? Write a comment!"