Hunting College

　　 August 31, the first day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, sunny and breezy.

　　 suitable, marry, adopt, open the market, travel; avoid, break ground.

　　Changan Airport.

　　 Zheng Qing pinched his fingers for a long time, and was very satisfied with the day chosen by the school.

Before 　　 came to the airport, he ran back to the character set and asked Pan Lüer carefully about how to board the plane.

　　 "Hold your boarding pass and find a ground service officer at a counter where no one is queuing to change your registration card, and then follow the instructions of the registration card and get on the plane directly."

　　 Pan Lv'er explained lightly, but Zheng Qing was worried.

　　 "Any counter is fine? Why do you look for a counter with no one?" he asked.

　　 "Isn't the speed of people queuing slow?" Pan Lv'er seemed to look at a fool: "Leave a counter where no one is in line and don't go to the counter, just line up for fun. You have to panic.

　　 Zheng Qing silently lowered his head and took his own notebook to write down the general process.

　　 "When you go out, ask if you don't understand, don't be shy. There are so many people flying for the first time. There are information desks everywhere in the airport. Just find a beautiful sister to ask." Pan Lüer waved him impatiently.

　　 "Can the general airport information desk be fine?" Zheng Qing added an accent to the word'normal'.

　　 "Do you want the first university to hang up a brand of Wizarding League at Chang'an Airport?!" Pan Lv'er rolled his eyes and blew the lock of long hair on his forehead.

　　 Zheng Qing is speechless.

　　 He always felt that the boarding method should, maybe, probably, need a little wizarding style.

　　 For example, dragging a suitcase and hitting a wall?

　　 Or chanting a spell to some weird mirror in an abandoned bathroom at the airport?

　　 However, reality is always exceptionally simple.

　　 With the ticket certificate, he found a counter where no one was in line. Zheng Qing changed his boarding pass in less than a minute.

　　 There was no baggage check, long waiting time, or even cumbersome inspections and complicated boarding gates. Zheng Qing just declared an extra ‘Pet Ctrip’ and entered the waiting hall with Poseidon.

　　 The ground service personnel in the waiting hall took him to a VIP entrance and said goodbye politely. Following the signs, Zheng Qing walked through the soft red carpet, the hard aisle, and the soft skin, and quickly boarded the first university flight.

　　 The cabin is much more spacious than the outside, arranged in a manner of two seats on the left and one on the right. Every two rows of seats are placed opposite each other.

　　The flight attendants on the plane were all dressed in navy blue sturdy robes, with a bun and a belt, with a decent smile on their faces, holding a book in one hand, and guiding Zheng Qing into a seat with the other.

　　 Zheng Qing noticed that the book on the flight attendant's hand was the Bologna bound book he had seen in Shangyuan Shusi. The exquisite decorations and gorgeous dipping flowers on it looked fresh and clean.

　　 These flight attendants seem to be rich, and Zheng Qing is secretly speechless. He still remembered that this book of Fa was sold for more than 20 jade coins at Shangyuan Bookstore, and his full scholarship was only ten jade coins.

　　 Under the guidance of the flight attendant, Zheng Qing found his seat without much effort.

　　 His seat is in the fifth row on the left side of the aisle. The surrounding passengers are already in their seats, except for the window seat next to him.

　　 Zheng Qing prayed that this seat belongs to a beautiful woman.

　　 The seat is very spacious, and the black leather chair is soft in texture, making it easier to sit on. The armrests on both sides shone with silver-white metallic luster, and I could not help sliding back into my arms when I put my arms on it.

　　 Putting Poseidon on his lap, Zheng Qing looked at the passengers around him.

　　 There was a short boy sitting opposite him, combing his watermelon head, wearing a pair of big black-framed glasses, holding a **** hard shell notebook and quickly writing something. Next to the boy with watermelon head sits a slender student Junxiu with a pony tail. This classmate held a suspicious long strip of package, silently sideways, looking at the dry concrete floor outside the window.

　　 Maybe it's a woman, or it's a man. Zheng Qing looked at the handsome classmate, feeling a little confused. He turned his head and looked at the two people across the aisle again.

　　 sat across the aisle with a bald little fat man, dressed in gray cloth, with a string of dark purple longan beads hanging from his neck, holding a scroll of scripture, shaking his head and looking at him. The passenger opposite the little monk lay down on the table and fell asleep. Zheng Qing could only guess the gender of the passenger through the big wine-red wavy hair exposed outside.

　　 looked around, no eyes crossed with him.

　　 Zheng Qingdun is bored.

　　 So he pulled out his talisman from the gray cloth bag, turned out the small table hidden under the armrest, took out the brush and ink, rubbed his hands, and started his daily homework.

The talisman is exchanged in the Huizi Collection. The Huizi grid, yellow paper, 60 pages in a post, each page has a common talisman, such as exorcism, meditation, warding off evil spirits, playing the sky, please god, super-du, etc. .

　　 You can tear off the copied talisman and use it at any time. If you don’t use it, you can resell it to the paper and pencil shop. The six-page intact talisman can be exchanged for a blank post. If there are no errors in the entire talisman, Zheng Qing can exchange ten talisman, and the mother-in-law Cai of Baicaotang will also give him a piece of ink or a sheep pen with a smile.

　　 Since the age of ten, Zheng Qing has never spent money on Fu Tie again. Even the Zhu Mo brush he exchanged from the owner of the paper and pencil shop has been used for many years. UU reading www. uukahnshu.com

　　 He sighed on Zhu Mo, scribbled the script with a writing brush, lifted the pen to concentrate, and swiped it in a moment.

　　 Zheng Qing looked at this meditation charm and nodded in satisfaction.

　　 There is nothing more relaxing than writing a talisman. If there is, then write two symbols.

　　 He raised the pen again, but was interrupted by a voice.

　　 "Hello." A timid voice rang in his ears.

　　 Zheng Qing raised his head.

　　 A little girl about ten years old dragged a pink trolley box and stood in front of him nervously.

　　 The girl wore two croissant braids, was wearing a pink dress, and she was wearing a pair of small white leather shoes with round heads, holding a deformed registration card tightly in her hand.

　　 Lolita! Zheng Qing's heart was roaring.

　　 Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the boy with watermelon head opposite stopped the pen in his hand and looked up.

　　 "I seem to be in the seat inside." Little Lori said nerdy.

　　 "Oh, sorry, please come in, please come in." Zheng Qing hurriedly stood up, trying to show a kind smile: "Where is your sir? Are you not with you?"

When 　　 was talking, he helped the little girl to stuff the pink trolley case into the storage bin above her head.

　　 Zheng had stuffed his heavy luggage into his ash pocket early in the morning. He did not expect that there would be wizards dragging these obstructive luggage.

　　 "Didn't the notice from the First University say that parents are not allowed to accompany you?" Little Lori's surprised voice sounded behind him.

　　 Zheng Qing loosened his hand, so Xuan did not get hit by the little pink box on his head.

　　 He stuffed the box into the storage bin and patted the door again.

　　 then lowered his head and looked at the little Lolita in front of him.

　　 Is this girl her classmate? ? ! !