Hunting College

The blue elves in costumes were flying around the young wizards carrying huge open bottles.

The bottles were filled with colorful juices and drinks.

Compared with the common green elves on the market, these blue little ones are obviously stronger and smarter. They uttered a cheerful scream, refilled the emptied Burgundy cup in each young wizard's hand, and from time to time they also deftly circled the beautiful arc to avoid the greedy prying eyes of certain light bugs.

For those bugs who love high-energy juices, juice is an unparalleled enjoyment.

"I'm sorry, I don't need it for the time being, thank you!" Zheng Qing squeezed into the crowd while evading the warm reception of a blue elf in embarrassment.

Maybe it was because he had been blessed by the elves, maybe it was just because a certain blue elves had a stronger sense of responsibility and mission.

She seemed to think that in this feast, a young wizard empty-handed was a huge mistake. So holding the jar in one hand and the tall slender glass in the other, trying hard to put the goblet into Zheng Qing's hands.

Poseidon seemed to be very interested in the brightly colored juices in the jars. He set up two front paws in Zheng Qing's arms, squeezed his little pink tongue, and squeaked non-stop-of course, maybe it More interesting are the few lightworms flying around the jar.

Since biting a few light bugs in a certain witch's office, the little fox has taken these juicy, different-tasting bugs as new snacks. As a result, Zhan Yuchen, the guardian of the petting farm, complained to young public-funded students repeatedly that complaints about a certain little fox damaging the school’s public lighting facilities have been rapidly increasing recently.

Therefore, Zheng Qing would tighten the arms of the little fox, lest this brave little guy might make trouble at today's ball.

And the young public-sponsored students obviously have no plans to drink drinks. It’s just that it’s difficult for him to make any rude expulsion to such an enthusiastic elf. It just so happened that the words of a few old students next to him aroused his interest, so Zheng Qing apologized to the elf while holding the little fox. Onlookers squeezed in, trying to gently stop the elf through the crowd.

The surging crowd really blocked the elves' enthusiasm.

When Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, he found that he had already squeezed into the depths of the crowd involuntarily. He looked behind him hesitantly, except for the colorful robe, there was no gap in sight.

So he simply hugged the little fox and continued to squeeze deeper into the crowd.

At the same time, the voices of other wizards discussing beside him were floating in his ears.

"...The black, long and straight hairstyle, the hair is soft and shiny, but it doesn't look greasy. On the contrary, it gives people a very clean feeling... I really want to know how she takes care of her hair!" A shrill female voice said. Not far away commented: "And her skin looks very good, shiny and smooth, like a new porcelain... even I want to touch it!"

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded nearby.

Especially the wizards, the smiles are extraordinarily exaggerated.

"Her eyes are also very beautiful!" Next to Zheng Qing, the other two wizards were whispering in a low voice: "The eyes are big, although their eyes are a little loose, they have become more and more charming..."

"It seems that she should be used to wearing glasses on weekdays... Tsk tsk, I feel that I can imagine her noble temperament after wearing glasses!"

"The clothes she chose today are also very suitable!" Another voice said, "The purple fluffy tassels set off her tall figure more evenly, especially the wide belt... the finishing touch!"

Zheng Qing couldn't help turning his head slightly and glanced at the talking wizards.

It was a few wizards in black dresses. The three thin golden threads embroidered on the cuffs of the dress clearly showed Zheng Qing their identities—they were senior juniors. It's just that I haven't seen which college they come from yet.

"Just look at it, don't think about other things." A short and fat wizard sighed in a low voice and whispered to his friends: "Just by her walking temperament and her proud look, you can see that she is not ordinary. Family background..."

"A witch who beats Miss O'Brien at the prom, will it be of ordinary origin?" Another wizard snorted, "You don't need to emphasize this kind of thing."

"So I hate dance parties." The short fat wizard lowered his head in frustration: "Always seeing those nearly perfect witches here will cause an unbalanced mentality..."

"Yes... I don't know who deserves such an elegant and noble lady." His partner sighed as well.

"Not many, but there are four or five." Someone next to each other immediately reported it: "Zhao Qiao and Zhang Shuzhi from Jiuyou College, Sir Friedman Black Cullen from Alpha College, and Pommer from Star College. Wolf, Bofit of Atlas... these are one of the few single giants in the senior year."

Zheng Qing couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard a few familiar names.

Unexpectedly, Sir Friedman is still single, and Zhang Jixin's brother, if his brain is full of muscles like a red-faced wizard, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a girlfriend.

As for the names of Star Academy and Atlas, they are a bit strange to Zheng Qing. Maybe it is the boss of which club, he guessed.

While listening to them, the position of the young public-funded student moved a few steps forward.

The temporary ball in the middle of the crowd seemed to have come to an end. The surrounding crowd dispersed slightly. Zheng Qing finally squeezed through the crowd and saw the witch who had been praised for a long time.

The purple figure is holding the skirt corner ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to greet the surrounding audience slightly.

There were a lot of light bugs above his head, and the young public student squinted slightly, filtered the dazzling light, and looked suspiciously at the figure that seemed a little familiar.

"Hey!" The witch turned around, seeming to have discovered something, and waved to this side happily.

Zheng Qing blinked vigorously, then stunned.

"She is waving at me!" a wizard next to him shouted excitedly: "Quickly tell me, this is not a dream!"

"This is not a dream," his companion told him very sincerely: "This is just your illusion...Of course, this is not your fault. If you turn your head, you will find that you are not the only guy with the illusion next to you. "

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing what kind of expression he should show.

If he didn't know the witch in the middle of the venue, maybe he would have the same illusion as the witches next to him.