Hunting College

Dawn passed through the curtains, leaving a light white halo on the quilt.

Outside the six-poster bed came the laughter of the elf'Xixi' and the sound of its wings shaking.

A fragrant fragrance lingered on the tip of Zheng Qing's nose.

Zheng Qing narrowed one eye, and his blurred gaze fell on the tarot card inlaid with crystal gems by the pillow.

This is a gift from Jelena.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise a grin of satisfaction.

From receiving this gift to now, time has slipped silently for two days.

Perhaps because of the increasingly fulfilling study life, perhaps because praying to the tarot cards before going to bed is really effective. Since putting this card next to his pillow, Zheng Qing really slept a lot at night.

The light fell on the golden armor of the scepter knight on the card, and the fine gems shone charmingly in the morning light.

Zheng Qing's slightly opened eye blinked quickly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the color on the card is much bleak compared to when I first started.

Maybe it's just because of the weak light in the tent. Zheng Qing thought in a daze, opened his eyes lazily, feeling the warmth in the bed, and didn't want to move.

The sky outside was pale, and the world outside the window was very refreshing. The early birds were chatting hello with their friends to dispel the sleepiness of the night.

Today is Wednesday.

According to his schedule, there is an elective history class in the morning, and the afternoon class is the philosophy of magic.

Because it does not involve the application of specific magic, these two classes are tasteless courses in Zheng Qing's heart, and they are not important, and their mentality is the most relaxed during class. Wednesday seems to be a holiday that is not a holiday in the schedule of the whole week.

But the heart can be lazy, and the classroom that should be visited must still be visited.

"I think I'm in love." Zheng Qing turned over and lay on the bed feebly, burying his head in the pillow, and humming.

"What?" A suspicious voice came from outside the curtain.

It's Dylan.

After the full moon night, the roommate reappeared in the 403 dorm. His face was ruddy and complex, and he was nothing like a vampire werewolf who had been tortured by'mania' for several days.

On the contrary, Dylan is very energetic these days.

According to his explanation, this is because the efficacy of a batch of "flavor thorns" recently produced by Baicaoyuan has been inexplicably enhanced, and the wizard who prepared the "wolf blood potion" did not perform a strict analysis of the efficacy beforehand, so he prepared it for him. There was a slight omission in the potion's dosage.

Of course, according to the doctor with very big eye bags in the school hospital, this is a very small, very small omission-equivalent to making Dylan take a little stimulant.

"It's not harmful to the body," Dr. Ma, the attending physician in charge of werewolf pharmacy in the school hospital, vowed to pat his chest and emphasized: "You will be very energetic...Of course, some very energetic people will be accompanied by slight dizziness. , Tinnitus, or some degree of insomnia... the effect lasts for up to a week. It is a normal reaction. Don’t be afraid.”

This doctor Ma’s judgment is very accurate.

After taking the medicine, Dylan ushered in the longest period of insomnia in his life.

Twenty-four hours a day, he was in a state of excitement for about twenty-one hours. Even sitting in the huge blue-black coffin, he could not close his eyes.

So this young man with noble blood under the moon had to play with his exquisite collection all night long.

For example, cufflinks, brooches, lapel clips, and square scarves with rich colors and different textures.

He wiped the trinkets over and over again, making sure that there were no stains from any angle before he could give up; he also folded the squares in different styles, and then changed them the next night. Fold it again in a new way.

Zheng Qing felt that the poor vampire werewolf had suffered from a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder in just two days.

"Zheng Qing, is that you? Are you awake?" Dylan keenly caught the groan of Zheng Qing's urn, and immediately lifted his spirits, and began to chatter outside the tent about the thirty-two folding methods of the square. .

Zheng Qing reluctantly sat up, sitting cross-legged, leaning against the wall, his eyes seemed unopened, and his breathing was intermittent.

This was the last good time before he got up. It was between sleep and waking, and he could not only enjoy the comfort of dozing off, but also prepare to be completely awake with his slowly active thinking.

"I think I'm in love." Zheng Qing repeated what he had just said in a trance, hollow voice: "I think I'm really in love."

This statement is very certain.

There were different pumping noises in the dormitory one after another, and the beds in several corners creaked.

"What did he say? I just didn't hear clearly." Fatty Xin's ambiguous voice sounded outside the tent, and several dissatisfied cats were mixed in it.

"Aren't you in a relationship before?" Xiao Xiao asked in a surprised voice.

"With whom?" Fatty Xin's voice was still a little confused.

"Who else besides Elena! Is it our fierce female squad leader?" Dylan did not show the slightest reservedness of the noble under the moon at this moment, but like a gossip, uncultivated guy, eagerly asked: "Can you really tell the difference between liking and being in love? Come on, what's the feeling of being in love?"

Zheng Qing snapped his fingers lazily, and the elves screamed and put away the curtains on both sides of the bed.

He squinted.

The sky has been shining, and the dormitory is enveloped in the refreshing breath of the morning, which makes people feel like taking off and jumping.

Zheng Qing grasped the few thoughts that had flowed in his mind a moment ago, and slowly said:

"When I was talking to her, I felt a hot gas in my chest, which made me dizzy."

He hesitated, choosing the right words in his mind: "Moreover, seeing her is like a stimulant, it is difficult to control my emotions, my thoughts and moods follow her completely."

"Eating stimulants is not taking Ecstasy," Dylan corrected in the tone of someone who came over: "Maybe it will make it difficult for you to control your emotions, but it won't make you love someone of the opposite sex."

"Are you sure there is no problem with your cultivation method? Why do I listen to your description as if I am out of breath." Xiao Xiao has changed into the practice clothes and is adjusting the wide belt in front of the full-length mirror.

"I can't see her~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will feel very disappointed, I always feel that something is missing." Zheng Qing murmured.

"It always feels like you are describing the feeling of taking the'ecstasy' by mistake." Fatty Xin finally woke up and made a comment as a senior pharmacy fan.

"It can't be ruled out what witchcraft has been hit." After carefully examining Zheng Qing's blank eyes and dull face, Dylan shook his head.

"In short, having her without her is completely different to me. I can almost touch my love for her." Zheng Qing moaned in a dramatic way.

"Where?" Fatty Xin poked his head out of the lower bunk, and at the same time threw the fat cat out of his pillow.

"My brain, the palm of my hand, my breath, and every inch of my skin." Zheng Qing propped up his upper body, spread his arms, and chanted affectionately in the angry voices.

"Another idiot who was interfered with by Chun Meng in reality?" Fatty Xin buried his head in the bed again.

"Soul Dan, go to death!" Zheng Qing clicked and fell back on the bed.