Hunting College

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Xiao Xiao lowered his eyelids and replied lazily: "The person who was tricked learned to wear a mask; and the wizard who sent out the 'women's doll' is not satisfied with only seeing the wizards wearing women's clothes... According to my prediction, soon , you can see wizards in miniskirts, see-throughs, and even lingerie swaggering around."

Zheng Qing imagined that terrifying picture, and shuddered subconsciously.

Then, he realized a little detail, and looked at the short wizard beside him with hindsight: "Speaking of which...why are you so familiar?"

"I got full marks in the divination class." Dr. Xiao Da replied with a stern face.

Zheng Qing's fortune-telling class also got full marks—although he took a bit of a coincidence—but he didn't know much about women's dolls, and he never thought about fortune-telling witch dolls, or that there would be wizards wearing miniskirts in the school. .

Just looking at the doctor's face, the young public fee student wisely shut up and stopped discussing this topic. He couldn't grab Xiao Xiao's collar and forced him to ask him if Teacher Sima had forced him to take over the dolls in women's clothes.

That was too cruel.

This kind of thing, as long as the parties make up their minds not to talk about it, even if Zheng Qing burns a pound of animal bones and tortoise shells, there is no possibility.

Especially when a fortune-teller is dead and wants to hide something, unless the inquirer becomes a great wizard or even a legend, and jumps out of the shackles of fate, it is possible to glimpse the truth behind the mist.

In the silence, the two had already crossed the lakeside one after the other and entered the green stone-lined road between the middle and backyards.

In October, the weather is getting cooler.

On the way back to the dormitory, the leaves of the sycamore were scattered all over the ground, stepping on the feet and rustling, making people feel a little unbearable - although everyone knows that those leaves are lifeless, but the strong empathy of the wizards Ability always keeps them tangled in such subtleties.

"It should be suggested to the school working committee to let them clean up these fallen leaves."

Zheng Qing walked behind the doctor, muttering, and while saying sorry to the leaves in his heart, he stepped on the leaves unceremoniously: "...the night patrol can do this kind of thing."

"When you were patrolling, you didn't have such a positive attitude." Xiao Xiao walked in front of Zheng Qing without looking back, but rudely attacked a certain wizard who was rhetorical and inconsistent with his words and deeds.

Zheng Qing felt that he was still haunted by his previous "unintentional remarks".

He felt that it was his responsibility to improve this delicate atmosphere, so he looked around and tried to find some lighter topics: "Well... there are a lot of people outside today, I usually don't feel this way when this point comes out. It reminds me of a The point of view is that you look up on the road you are used to, and you will find a whole new world."

Xiao Xiao finally turned his head and glanced at him silently, his eyes full of concern.

Zheng Qing looked a little uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter if there are a lot of people today whether you can lift your head or not." The fortune-teller's tone became a little kinder: "It's just because it's Saturday."

"This time has passed, swish." Zheng Qing smacking the days that passed by like water in his mouth, sighed deeply, and cheered up a little: "What is the training plan for the hunting team today? Or the second-order blogger. Battle formation?"

Xiao Xiao stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"Do you still want to train today?" His face showed obvious confusion: "Don't you have other arrangements?"

"Why are there other arrangements?" Zheng Qing obviously did not grasp the main point of the conversation, and was equally confused: "Anyway, it's Saturday, and everyone is idle... It's going to be the school hunting competition soon... The instructors for our selection task are still pending. Not sure... ugh, what a headache."

Xiao Xiao finally confirmed that the wizard beside him had no concept of time at all.

"Today is the fifteenth." The fortune-teller who blamed sin turned his head and continued to walk forward, with a calm tone: "I made an appointment with Sima to go to Gui Garden at night... I probably don't have time to participate in the training you temporarily requested."

He bit the word 'temporary' very hard.

"fifteen?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a second, but he hadn't recovered his mind for a second: "No, today is not October 3rd... 3rd...August 15th? Mid-Autumn Festival? Gan! I feel like I forgot something today... I've been a little uneasy all the time!"

The wizard gave a strange cry, raised his head subconsciously, and looked at the sky.

In the evening, the sun has not yet completely set, and the moon may have risen, but hidden in the pale white sky light, it has not yet revealed its bright and round figure.

"Why didn't anyone remind me? Today is August 15th!" The young public fee student rambled, following behind the doctor, walking all the way, saying all the way: "...why no one reminded me...I didn't even buy moon cakes...canteen No moon cakes are sold today? It's really a stranger in a foreign land..."

At the door of the dormitory, Xiao Xiao finally couldn't help it. He interrupted the wizard who was croaking like a frog after the rain, and reminded: "It's not too late for you to know now... Isn't the moon still up?"

The moon really hasn't risen yet.

Zheng Qing finally shut up.

Different from before college, wizards pay more attention to the Sanyuan Festival than the Mid-Autumn Festival, so that this day does not have a separate holiday in the schedule of the First University.

Just like last year, because the Mid-Autumn Festival was just the second weekend after the start of school, Zheng Qing's mind was occupied with information such as the novel world around him, the terrifying night patrol, and so on. When he recovered, the first semester would be over.

But not paying attention does not mean ignoring it completely.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, many wizards also have the habit of gathering together to worship the moon, appreciate Guihua and enjoy the moonlight. Especially for witches and wizards in love, any day that can make them stick together is a good day to celebrate.

"Where are you going with Sima to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus?" The young Gong Feisheng looked eagerly at the short wizard.

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and said a philosophical nonsense: "Every wizard has his own osmanthus tree. You should look for your own tree, and you shouldn't stare at other people's trees."

Since he mentioned 'my tree', Zheng Qing immediately thought of the cat fruit tree.

His eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that watching the moon on the cat fruit tree seemed to be a good choice. Imagine that there is a willow on the moon, and after the evening, people don't see people from last year, only cats today.

Thinking of this, he pushed the doctor away and rushed into the dormitory door.

He needed a quill pen to jot down the few words of copy that had just flashed in his mind, then pushed open the window and released the paper crane that carried his thoughts.

Xiao Xiao originally wanted to remind Zheng Qing that Jiang Yu was probably still in the library, but after supporting the slanted glasses on his face, the fortune-teller who blamed him finally decided to shut up.