Hunting College

For the remaining few days of the eighth week, Zheng Qing seemed to be living in a dream, walking floating - not floating, but helpless and unreliable.

He couldn't tell his companions the secrets in his heart, but he couldn't completely ignore this heavy burden.

Whenever he closed his eyes, lay in the tent, and wanted to sleep, Su Shijun's beautiful face would involuntarily slip in and cling to his ear, whispering something quietly.

He is Poseidon, the father of Neptune.

In theory, he is also Su Shijun's husband! ——It's so pitiful in the sky, our public-funded students still think that they are a boy, not a man!

"... Will she ask me for alimony? Do you want to get married in Wizarding World? Do you need me to send a letter to my family asking for an account book? What should I do if I already have a girl I like? If I leave Elena now Will it make people think that I am a scumbag? What if she makes it public? How will others introduce me-"This is a member of the Council of the Moon, the lover of the wizard Su Shijun, classmate Zheng Qing?!" "

This kind of picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Whenever they think of these problems, young public-sponsored students feel a heart attack, chest tightness, palpitations, breathlessness, and occasionally confusion and fragmented thinking.

But as soon as it calms down, these questions will involuntarily get into Zheng Qing's head, as if there are many small people there in a circle meeting, yelling, and noisy.

As a result, Zheng Qing sometimes seriously doubted whether these symptoms were other serious complications caused by the stolen shadow. He was already hesitating to go to the school hospital for another comprehensive physical examination.

Of course, all things have disadvantages and are naturally advantageous.

With such a heavy burden on the bottom of my heart, the other troubles and trivialities in Zheng Qing's life seem so plain and simple.

For example, the cumbersome training of the hunting team, and the increasing academic burden of the professors as the middle of the term approaches, and of course, including the incident that Jelena joined the Matthew hunting team.

Zheng Qing discovered that with the passage of time, the anger that had accumulated in his heart because of this incident had disappeared unknowingly, as if it was originally a rocky and turbulent coast, as the tide rose, all the unevenness was submerged on the water. under.

Now, he just wanted to know the reason—why Jelena agreed to Matthew.

"Because you didn't invite her to join your hunting team!"

In the 403 dormitory, Fatty Xin drove the cat while rushing the manuscript, his tone was full of schadenfreude: "...This is very easy to understand! She is a gypsy witch, and not the elf you raised, what can she do? Do I still need to report it to you?"

Zheng Qing lay in the tent, tilted his head, looked at the tarot card that had completely lost its luster next to the pillow, and sighed sadly.

The little elves who were named by the fat man were in groups, hanging lazily on the tent, breathing quietly, and looked like abandoned.

"...Speaking of elves, are your elves completely okay?" Xiao Xiao, who was immersed in the notebook, suddenly raised her head and looked at Zheng Qing: "I mean, their lifespan...the problem with the potion is complete. already settled?"

"Not yet." Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and looked at their curled up translucent wings, and his voice seemed weak: "It's just that the state is more stable... Dr. Duzem said, the sand hour royal jelly effect I provided Very good, there should be no need to worry about their condition before the end of last semester."

"Good news." Xiao Xiao pushed his glasses, buried his head in the notebook, and added smoothly: "In this case, letting them as your helpers participate in the freshman hunting game shouldn't be a big problem..."

"This is impossible." Zheng Qing subconsciously denied this idea.

"We didn't plan to let them be wrapped in explosive charms or thunder curses to hit Cyclonus' wild monsters, just as your helper to investigate the environment." Dylan's voice came from the coffin: "Maybe they are very happy. Do this..."

"It's impossible." Zheng Qing repeated his point and grudgingly smiled: "You all know how timid these green elves are, how can you expect them to be brave scouts on the murderous hunting ground? "

Xiao Xiao sighed softly.

"You can't take care of them forever." He explained in an old-fashioned preaching tone: "And you can't deprive them of the meaning of their existence as elves... If they don't do this, then don't do it, wouldn't it? Become a princess? I remember that you still want these little guys to get their true identities in the "Witcher's Code". If they don't help the world, they can't succeed..."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh friendly."

"This time I'll stand clear brother." Fatty Xin raised the quill in his hand and played the old tune: "Like the jugglers in the northern district of Beta Town...We can't use "function" to kidnap "meaning"."

Zheng Qing nodded with satisfaction.

Xiao Xiao shrugged, helped his glasses, and did not continue to speak.

"By the way, when do you plan to talk to me about the beautiful woman Su?" Fatty Xin turned his head and looked at the public student who got out of the account, habitually muttering: "It's almost a week. The school newspaper of the period will be published...Do you bear the embarrassment that I cannot submit the manuscript?"

It is the eighth week of the weekend, five days have passed since Zheng Qing lost his shadow.

Although there are endless homework and hunting team practice every day, as long as there is a little time, Fatty Xin will pester Zheng Qing and ask him what happened at noon on Tuesday.

Zheng Qing has naturally been vague.

"You don't need to fight for the front page of every manuscript." He persuaded with all his heart: "Besides, I really don't have much to say..."

The fat man didn't seem to care.

"I remember, in the first class, you once told me that as long as I can help you block Li Meng, you can help me get the'Su Shijun meeting'," Xin Da reporter held his chin, if anything Thinking: "I always thought you were panicking... but now it seems that there is a deeper meaning."

Zheng Qing thought about it for a long time before recalling it.

In the first curse class, after the public-funded student's identity was exposed, Li Meng had planned to chase Zheng Qing after class - of course, her impulsive behavior was eventually stopped by Jiang Yu and Fatty Xin.

The price Zheng Qing paid for letting the fat man take the shot was to help him introduce Su Shijun.

It's just that Zheng Qing didn't even have a clear idea of ​​who Su Shijun was at the beginning, and that reason was purely an excuse!

But apparently, Su Damei seems to be inexplicably favored by public-sponsored students-she clicked to answer the questions alone at the meeting, and then called him to the laboratory the next day. Although Zheng Qing eventually lost his shadow, she had nothing to do with others. Compared with the people, this is very telling.

"...And, I remember that you seem to have known the little fox girl named Su Ya a long time ago." The fat man recalled and said affirmatively.

This messy connection makes the messy situation even more complicated.

"I was really panicking." Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, telling the fact that the other party didn't believe it at all.

"Herkeley Poirot once famously said:'No matter what people say, it is either right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or wrong, there can be no middle (grey)'," Xiao Xiao held his notebook , Stood up, and glanced at the other wizards in the dormitory: "I always think this sentence is biased...just like our public-funded students, the sentence just said, is not right, nor is it wrong. "

"What do you mean?" Fatty Xin was a little confused.

In fact, it's not just him, Zheng Qing also looks a little confused.

"Meaning, he said what he believed to be the truth, but in fact it was a lie." Xiao Xiao sighed and pushed open the dormitory door: "In other words, he doesn't know the truth... it's already one o'clock, you guys. When do you plan to leave?"

"It's one point?" Zheng Qing exclaimed when he took out his pocket watch.

"Immediately!" The fat man swiftly jumped up from the bed and covered the fat cat lying on his pillow with a quilt.

"I'll go too..." Dylan's turning over came from the coffin.

Because of the jet lag, his tone seemed a bit tired, but his voice was refreshing when he scratched the coffin board.