Hunting College

"Young ladies and gentlemen."

A voice sounded abruptly in the ward, interrupting the lively atmosphere in front of the two beds.

Zheng Qing propped up, following everyone's gaze, he saw a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward.

It's Professor Yao from the curse class.

In other words, it is the dean of Jiuyou College.

He was holding a pipe in one hand, and a few books under his arm, with a smile on his face.

As if feeling everyone's puzzled gaze, Professor Yao raised his wrist and looked at his watch pretendingly, then raised his head and said with a smile:

"It’s only ten minutes before ten o’clock in the evening... You can choose to be locked out of the dormitory by Ni Wuye, or go to Mrs. Bella downstairs to get an application form for **** and the sleeping bag you will use at night. ..."

Is it so late?

Zheng Qing turned his head and looked out the window in surprise.

The rain outside the house did not know when it had stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the stars were a little bit brighter, and across the treetops, the fresh moon showed a small and clean face.

There was a flutter in the ward.

The group of nine college boys in front of Zheng Qing’s bed was naturally full of fear when facing their dean, and they wished to disappear completely in the room in the next second; compared to the group of witches in front of Linguo’s bed, they looked much more stable. Before they leave, they even salute Old Yao unconventionally.

When there were only three people left in the ward, Old Yao walked to Linguo first, comforted the little wizard in a quiet voice for a few minutes, and then told him to go to bed early, and pulled the curtains around him again.

Zheng Qing shrank into the bed, muttering whether he wanted to get involved.

"How do you feel?" Old Yao came to Zheng Qing's bed, pulled a chair familiarly, and sat down.

"It feels okay... The doctor explained that he can be discharged from the hospital in the morning." Zheng Qing answered honestly.

"What about here?" Old Yao grabbed the pipe and knocked on his head.

"I didn't feel anything abnormal... right." Zheng Qing said at the end, also a little uncertain: "I don't know if it is an illusion... I always feel a little swelling in my right eye."

"The right eye?" Old Yao raised his brows, one eye widened, and his tone was a little serious: "Is it the legendary'eye of a monster'?"

What the **** are the eyes of monsters!

Zheng Qing felt that his face was covered with black lines.

"Hahaha, just kidding... You're nervous." Old Yao Hehe smiled, raised his eyelids and looked at it, and said with certainty: "It's just a little bit of blood...the little **** of Star Academy, Eight of the ten had swollen eyes, and no hunting team rushed up to shout and scream...Don't be disturbed by the rumors outside."

Zheng Qing blinked, and suddenly felt a little moved.

"And the little guy in the tent over there!" Lao Yao turned to his side and turned to look in the direction of Linguo's hospital bed. He raised his voice slightly, "I was fainted by the evil spirit...what a big deal? After a big deal, I will buy you a few catties of amber light, cover your quilt tightly at night, sweat, and you will be a good guy at first light! At a young age, don’t be depressed like an old man..."

Zheng Qing couldn't help grinning and smiled silently.

A rustling nose came from Lin Guo’s tent, and it took a few minutes before he heard his sullen voice: "I’m not depressed... I just have a cold. And, I’m not an adult. No alcohol."

"Milk tea, I'm talking about milk tea!" Lao Yao immediately changed his mouth and agreed with a smile: "Next time I go to your castle for class, I will bring you a few catties of warm Mongolian milk tea... Now quickly close your eyes and start. go to bed!"

"Oh!" Lin Guo's resounding answer came from the tent.

"As for you," Old Yao turned his head and reconsidered the young public-funded student: "I originally planned to take you to see Professor Yi today to discuss that matter..."

As he said, he knocked his head lightly with his pipe, and added: "But what happened last night..."

"It doesn't matter, I can go to Professor Yi myself." Zheng Qing replied quickly.

"It's not that I don't have time," Lao Yao waved his hand and thought carefully: "It's just based on the conservative treatment plan I discussed with Professor Yi before. It might not be appropriate... Well, I remember you will be a divination class next Tuesday?"

"Tuesday morning." Zheng Qing added immediately.

"Yes, on Tuesday morning, you will follow Professor Yi to his office after class, and he will make further arrangements for you...including developing the talent that involves vision and how to stabilize your mind field."

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly without any doubt.

"I came here today to mention this to you... Remember, after Tuesday's divination class!" Lao Yao did not continue to chat, but stood up, stretched his robe, and planned to leave: "...Don't get up, hurry up have a rest."

As he said, he held down the propped up young public student, raised his pipe, and motioned to the caregivers to bring his books.

"Remember, don't be late for class tomorrow morning!" Before leaving, he smiled and warned.

"Absolutely not, sir!" Zheng Qing assured quickly.

...

...

After leaving the school hospital, the smile on Professor Yao's face quickly disappeared.

He did not return to the Professor's Abode in East Taoyuan, nor did he transfer to the dean's office in the office building. Instead, he walked through several staggered corridors and came to a low three-story building.

This building looks a bit dilapidated, with mottled walls hung on the gray walls, and large chunks of moss with different shades of color stuck to it, making it a little ugly and strangely serene.

Turning around the dark corridor, the professor came to a double-page wooden door.

On the door frame, the two door gods were holding dharma instruments, stepping on auspicious clouds, with straight faces, and patrolling back and forth on the three-square-square piece of paper seriously.

Under their feet, the white cat also swept away the lazy expression of the past, with its tail erected, its eyes widened, and the slightly hideous fangs at the corners of its mouth were exposed.

"Door." Professor Yao raised his eyelids.

"Password!" Shen Tu shouted with a stunned halberd in his hand.

"Open the door!" Old Yao squinted, with a cold expression on his face.

"Mouth..." Before Shen Tu finished speaking, her companion covered her mouth.

"Ahem, all acquaintances, what password!" Yu Lei dragged his brother behind him, and complained repeatedly: "Did you see Dean Yao face to face... You deserve to be a keeper for a lifetime!"

As he said, he pulled the doorknob and opened the two closed door panels with a pleasant smile on his face: "Please!"

Old Yao looked at the two guys faintly, and did not enter the door immediately.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The two door gods who have been watching are all numb~www.wuxiaspot.com~Lao Yao just raised his foot and crossed the threshold.

"The true door god, even if it is torn to pieces, will require the person entering the door to provide a valid identity certificate." The dean's voice drifted along the wind into the ears of the two door gods, shaking the cardboard they were living in. The humming.

His tone was very plain, but his dissatisfaction was clearly felt even by the white cat in the painting.

The white cat's tail drooped on the ground and swept it restlessly.

Yu Lei's face also looked a little unlucky.

But after a few minutes, his mood was much better.

"You can always adjust your mentality so quickly." Shen Tu held his halberd, his tone full of envy.

"Who are we? It's the door god!" Yu Lei hugged the white cat at his feet, stroking its long hair, and said triumphantly: "The big sign is handed to us, and we say'in' , They can also enter...what's the point of eating some spit stars...There are so many great wizards in the world, who has never eaten the spit stars of the rain god?!"