Hunting College

Vol 3 Chapter 141: Song of Time

As a young man who has grown up in the Internet age, Zheng Qing is no stranger to the concept of'seed'.

But he did not expect that in the wizarding world, he would be able to come into contact with ‘seeds’ that contained similar concepts. Of course, unlike the index files that record download addresses on the Internet, the seeds of the magical world had a ‘real’ seed form.

This cannot but be said to be a coincidence.

The young publicist looked at the two blue-gray, peanut-sized seeds in the palm of Fatty's palm, and sighed.

"What a long experience... I probably guessed what the fat man brought back." He repeatedly said with emotion: "I always thought that wizards did not have this pastime... It's just that it's really good for so many of us to watch together. This kind of small video, I think it’s better to watch it in private..."

"...I always think you have misunderstood something." The fat man stared blankly, his tone a little strange.

"Whose seed?" Dylan asked, pulling open the tent, crawling out of the coffin slowly, stuffing cufflinks into the cuffs.

Because of lack of sleep, his face turned blue, and there were two big bags under his eyes.

"The upper member of the Moonlight Assembly, the jewel in the palm of the Qingqiu Su family, the biggest beauty in the wizarding world..." The fat man obviously looked forward to this question for a long time, so he did not hesitate to pile up nouns and glanced at the dormitory Every face, hoping to see the expression he wants to see.

"Hiss!" Dylan breathed out very cooperatively: "Jun Su Shi?!"

"A movie of the goddess??" Zheng Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes: "There was no riot in the school?"

He still clearly remembered that a few weeks ago, just because of a catchy report in a newspaper, many students in the Astronomy 08-1 class were wailing and wailing.

Therefore, when he heard that the fat man got back Su Shijun's seeds, his first reaction was not the clarity of the film, but whether the school would riot due to it.

"So, do you have any misunderstandings about Seeds...or'prejudices'?" Xiao Xiao squinted and repeated Fatty Xin's previous question.

Zheng Qing frowned, considering whether to popularize some common-sense concepts about'seed' and'teacher' among several companions.

Obviously, Dylan didn't have the patience to listen to them gossiping here.

He broke through the numerous obstacles of the sleepworms to wake up, for some more specific goals.

"Where did the seeds come from? When? How much? Is there any "seed-raising"? How is the clarity? How about the sound?" He whispered a lot of questions quickly, and then took one out of his pocket. Black cloth bag: "I have a bag of Dongmao green soil, which is most suitable for the growth of projection grass. Give it to..."

As he said, the cloth bag in his hand was slanted, and a handful of moist cyan clay hula la la, poured it into the flower pot that Fatty Xin had just prepared.

"It just so happens that I was hesitating just now whether to go outside and dig some soil," the fat man clapped his hands cheerfully, "The nobles under the moon are proud, and they are so particular about planting grass..."

Of course, he didn't continue to slap Mr. Werewolf's appetite.

"I got the seeds from the editorial department. Who got them? I don't know... Although it didn't cost much, these seeds should have been banned and there is no way to continue breeding."

Dylan sighed disappointedly.

"The seed is still very new. It is said that it was a photo taken by Su Damei in Wurzburg last weekend, as if she had left before going to the Alps to prevent Prince William from duel with Duke Milton."

"As for the clarity and sound effects, I don't know...I just got it and I came back in a hurry!"

With that said, the fat man looked around proudly and emphasized: "In addition to food, I have never eaten alone...I have one, and there must be everyone's one!"

This remark won unanimous praise and a warm welcome from other members of the 403 dormitory.

While speaking, two green seeds had been poked into the soil of the flowerpot.

"Turn off the lights!" The fat man waved his hands backwards, his eyes staying in the flowerpot for a moment: "There are curtains! Who will close the curtains!"

Dylan snapped his fingers twice, and the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling was immediately extinguished, and the curtains that had been half-covered were automatically closed tightly.

The dormitory was plunged into darkness.

The orange cat Tuantuan was completely awake. It squatted in front of the flowerpot, sternly, and silently looked at the excited faces around it. Huang Chengcheng's eyeballs looked extremely crippled.

The elves were sitting on the shoulders of the wizards stubbornly, shaking their wings, and making curious sounds from time to time.

"A bag of sand of time, half a bottle of shaped water."

Fatty Xin muttered, taking out a small packet of crystal particles and an inch-high glass bottle from his USB flash drive.

"Slow down, slow down, the shaping water should completely blur the sand of time." Dylan leaned forward and commanded nervously: "The sand of time is not evenly spread! The sand of time is not evenly spread! The left side is better than the right side. It's a bit thicker... Why doesn't it respond? Is the hole you poked a bit deep? Is your sand of time expired? Is the bottle really shaped water? You are not wrong, right!"

"Shut up! I have planted more seeds than your cufflinks!" Fatty Xin snarled in a low voice, "Doesn't it take time for the seeds to germinate?"

"It's growing out! Look!" Zheng Qing hurriedly cried out when seeing a light blue sprout emerging from the soil. This sentence immediately extinguished the anger surging between the two companions.

Under the influence of magic, these buds grow rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the soil in the flowerpot was covered by a piece of tricolor grass. The grass is only an inch tall, and each dwarf grass stem has three blades of grass, which are red, green and blue.

A faint three-color fluorescence emerged from the grass leaves, and as the branches and leaves swayed slightly, they were intertwined to form a thin white halo.

Immediately afterwards, a vine protruded from the edge of the flowerpot. After the vine went around the pot, it spread out the leaves and squeezed out pink flower bones.

"A bunch of trumpet flowers, three-color projection grass." Dylan patted Fatty Xin on the shoulder convincingly: "Sure enough, old farmer, he has a good seed!"

"The difference between the projection grass has one leaf, two leaves, and three leaves. The trumpet flower also has one, two, and a bunch of differences." Xiao Xiao habitually explained to Zheng Qing:

"The image displayed by the one-leaf projection grass looks like a ghost, and the image of the two-leaf projection grass is black and white; only three leaves or more can restore the original image. Similarly, the sound effect of a bunch of trumpet flowers is much stronger than that of a trumpet flower."

"Single channel, dual channel, surround multichannel?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but complain.

Fatty Xin had a serious face and poked the leaves of the daffodil solemnly, and the sound of "pupu" came from the trumpet flower.

"Well, the sound is good." He clapped his hands, sat down on the armchair, and threw the ball from the chair onto his shoulder: "Everyone can enjoy it!"

Small spots of light floated slowly on the projection grass blades, resembling dust and starry sky.

The light spots are slowly joined together to outline the ancient castles, lush trees in the distance, the gentle rivers and primitive sculptures nearby.

Finally, the picture freezes on a vicissitudes of stone bridge.

The stone bridge is paved with green bricks and is covered with historical rust. Both sides of the bridge are made of large neat sandstone, which looks rough and heavy.

From the trumpet flowers came the quiet sound of the river flowing, the wind sent the clapping of the leaves, and there seemed to be children playing in the distance.

A jade-white hand rested lightly on a stone fence made of sandstone. Yiren was dressed in a big red cloak, with a belt in his pocket casually, watching the flowing river silently.

"The picture quality is okay...but the plot is a bit too indifferent." Zheng Qing commented in a low voice.

"You can appreciate the beauty of Su Da's up close, what else are you dissatisfied with?!" Fatty Xin squinted and said angrily.

"You two, shut up!" Dylan growled.

Before long, the soft singing voice floated from the surface of the river, and filled the hearts of several audiences through the trumpet flowers:

Ticking clock

Kick, step, step

Time ringing gently in my ears

The sound of rain

Haha memories

They keep me around

Winter goes and spring comes year after year, day after day

Late summer and autumn to another day and year