Hunting College

At six o'clock in the morning on Friday, Zheng Qing woke up from a chaotic dream.

In the dream, a huge purple spider crawled into the dark dormitory. A row of white spindles of different sizes hung from the ceiling of the dormitory. The spider waved its sharp forelimbs and tore the spindles woven from the spider webs, revealing the 403 dormitory. The rotting, moldy corpses of all members.

Among them were young wizards such as Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao, as well as the little elves he raised, and the fat cat, which had a half-eaten chicken leg in its mouth, covered with mottled mold.

"Crack!"

There was a small and dense crashing sound between the spider's arthropods, which quickly converged into a strange tone: "...It's really a row of beautiful fruits... It's a pity that it's not in my orchard."

Ye Feng blew into the dormitory with the spider crawling through the gap in the window, and the young public student felt that the torn pieces of spider silk were fluttering and flying, blocking his nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He struggled hard, crying out for help from the bottom of his heart.

When he propped himself on his elbows and got up from the bed in a cold sweat, the last thing that flashed in his mind was 'I'm already dead, why do I still feel breathless? ' Such a strange thought.

A hand touched his forehead, cold and slender, resembling the claws of a spider, and the frightened young public Feisheng screamed.

"Have a nightmare?"

Xiao Xiao's familiar voice sounded, looking very positive: "I still have a few servings of Requiem Soup, would you like to drink some before the morning class?"

Since Zhang Jixin had a nightmare after the first trial, the Guilty Hunting Team has carefully prepared a lot of protective measures, including the nightmare doll under the pillow, the requiem soup after waking up, and so on.

It's just that the game has been uneventful for the next few days, and it seems that these measures are a bit superfluous.

Zheng Qing slowed down for a while before regaining his senses.

"no thank you."

He vaguely refused, trying to recall the previous dream, a little uncertain: "...It shouldn't be a nightmare...it's a bit scary... Shall we start our morning class today?"

Because of the midnight game, Zheng Qing has not gotten up early to do morning classes for almost a week. After the first tryout last Sunday, he insisted on doing a morning class once, which caused his mental state to be poor all day long, but it affected the night. Race - but as with most good habits broken, it's always a little hard to pick it up again.

Like now, the wizard felt that he should take another day off.

"You decide."

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and glanced at the young public fee student. He had already put on his robe and was waxing the bamboo slips, and at the same time made an interesting analogy: "But I must remind you that hard work is like accumulating Like snow, it can accumulate icebergs that are taller than the sky, and it can also be so fragile that it becomes a big hole when you pee..."

Zheng Qing took the hot towel handed over by the elf, wiped his face, and his whole body suddenly became much more energetic.

He decided not to be poured out by a puddle of **** in his life.

As it turns out, he wasn't the only one who was lazy this morning.

Perhaps because last night was the last match of the trials, there were a lot of people watching the match and participating in the post-match activities, so everyone got up a little late the next day. Feiyuan, where the morning class was held, was sparsely populated, and there were few people in the cafeteria. After a while, even entering the teaching building and every classroom passing by lost the hustle and bustle of the past and became much quieter than usual.

When Zheng Qing took off the invisibility charm, pushed open the door and walked into the East 503 classroom, everyone was almost sitting in their seats, chatting one after another, interrupted by yawns from time to time.

The stick figure behind the door was drowned in the thick chalk dust. I don't know whose masterpiece it was. Zheng Qing guessed that some people thought it was too noisy, so he started.

Noticing the identity of the person entering the door, the sparse conversation in the classroom came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Qing's eyes swept across the crowd - Jiang Yu was preparing for her homework as always, Li Meng squinted and the saliva from the corner of her mouth was about to fall to her chest, Matthew's face was hidden in the shadow of the wide curtain, Nicholas carefully combed Liu Feifei's hair, There is Downton, who is standing up and waving his arm vigorously at the young public fee student.

"Brother Qing, good morning!"

The monitor of the Tianwen 08-1 class said hello happily: "I heard that you used the second-order battle formation in the hunting ground yesterday? It's really amazing! Can you instruct the classmates about the second-order battle formation in the afternoon practice class? The key? What consumables do I need, I can submit an application to the school, and it is guaranteed to be approved.”

He patted his chest hard.

Zheng Qing had no doubts about this. And he thinks it's a good thing to be able to consolidate the magic he has mastered in the classroom and help everyone learn together.

"No problem at all."

Young Gongfeisheng agreed, but his eyes fell on Jiang Yu subconsciously, wondering why she hadn't vented beforehand about this matter: "...For the consumables, you may need a little Bofu's blood."

Downton grabbed the quill, quickly wrote it down on a piece of parchment, then rubbed it, and rubbed out a small paper crane and threw it out of the window~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The paper crane fell down a good distance. He barely flapped his wings and flew towards the direction of the office building.

"Of course, the school will definitely give you some credit subsidies as a reward." Speaking of which, Downton glanced at Jiang Yu and added: "...In addition, Jiang Yu has already submitted relevant application materials. , if the guidance goes well, there may be more than one class behind us."

The witch finally raised her head, glanced at the boy, and nodded slightly.

When the eyes of the two met, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that she didn't communicate with her beforehand because she knew that she would definitely agree to this matter. This thought made the boy feel a little better today, and the corners of his mouth raised subconsciously.

When passing by Li Meng's desk, he knocked on the desk narrowly.

dong dong!

The little witch shuddered, her head lifted up suddenly, and she was babbling out some unknown sentences, as if she was carefully reading the textbook in front of her.

Zheng Qing sarcastically said: "Don't worry, wipe the saliva on your face first... The saliva will flow into the textbook. Didn't you see that the two wizards who were experimenting in the book have already hid in the corner? "

Li Meng glared at him fiercely, her eyes clearly saying 'I want you to take care of it'!

A handkerchief leaned over from the side, Jiang Yu wiped the little witch's saliva on her face, and warned: "If you are sleepy, go wash your face, or stand and listen to the class for a while... Children can't drink too much energy. Potions."

"Oh." The little witch replied obediently, "I never drink those weird things!"

Listening to the conversation behind him, Zheng Qing smiled and greeted the classmates (after nearly a week of adjustment, the classmates finally lost their enthusiasm for the first day) and slipped to a familiar corner.

Zhang Jixin and Fatty have already come.