Hunting College

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After washing up, putting on a clean robe, and putting on new belts and cufflinks, the young public servant stood in front of the full-length mirror refreshedly, grinning, trying to show a right smile.

"With all due respect, sir!" the full-length mirror said gruffly: "Your upper canine teeth are slightly protruding, and they have not been whitened and polished, so they are not suitable for toothy smiles... As a professional image planner, I suggest Don't show a tooth when you smile."

"Shut up!" The young public-sponsored student yelled at the brainless guy, and closed his mouth in irritation.

"In addition, it is snowing today. If you can wear a black or red scarf when you go out, it is really great." The full-length mirror did not shut up immediately, but continued to sell its opinions to Zheng Qing.

As a full-length mirror in a boys' dormitory, except for Dylan's occasional use of it, almost everyone pays little attention to the image. This makes it suffer from loneliness. Therefore, every time someone stands in front of it and carefully organizes his clothes, he will receive a large basket of various suggestions.

Some suggestions are more pertinent. For example, the full-length mirror suggested Zheng Qing to wear a scarf when he went out. The young public-sponsored student thought about it and immediately accepted it with pleasure. But some suggestions are very irritating-for example, once a fat man stood in front of the full-length mirror and tried on his new dress, the full-length mirror suggested drinking some body sculpting medicine before trying on that dress.

"I can hear the voice of the soul of the dress crying because of your fat!" The dressing mirror said sourly: "With your figure, wearing a dress or pajamas to the ball, there is actually no difference..."

Fortunately, other people in the dormitory were there at the time, seeing that the situation was wrong, they forcibly stopped the angry Fatty Xin, so that the broken mouth mirror was saved from being broken.

"I remember you said that you have served the O'Brien family for almost four hundred years, right." Zheng Qing said with emotion in front of the mirror, wearing a scarf according to the above demonstration projection.

"It's still a month away, it's 389 years, sir." The full-length mirror answered politely, with pride and pride in his tone: "From Europa to Atlanta, almost every castle in O'Brien's house I have been left behind."

"It's not easy." The young public student pulled on the tied scarf, stretched the wrinkles on his sleeves, stuffed the gray cloth bag into his arms, and then turned and opened the door of the dormitory.

Behind him came a slightly choked cry from the full-length mirror: "Thank you very much for your affirmation, sir!"

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, paused slightly under his feet, and finally did not look back.

He actually wanted to say that it’s really not easy for this mirror to exist for such a long period of time-a guy like this kind of mouth-broken, placed in the bar of a wandering wizard, it is estimated that it will be broken into seventeen overnight. Eight yuan.

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After leaving the dormitory, there was a vast expanse of whiteness outside.

The heavy snow at the First University is not like those winters that Zheng Qing has experienced in the past. It takes a long time to dig out and search for a long time before falling a few snowflakes.

In this world determined by wizards and magic, if it snows, it snows.

Get as big as you want.

The feather-like snowflake is no longer an adjective, but a real fact. Zheng Qing looked around, the sky and the earth were white, and the heavy snow had been falling for a long time. He had covered the entire campus with a thick white duvet, stepped on it, and most of his ankles were submerged in the soft. In the snowflakes, creaking, making people feel unexpectedly happy.

Originally because it was the weekend, theoretically, there should be fewer students on campus than in the past.

But because of the heavy snowfall, many young people with a childlike heart are calling for friends to come outside to enjoy the snow. Hi and quiet, holding a book, sitting under the pine tree, wandering the sea of ​​books in the bright light; for fun, in groups of three to five, using magic to command snowflakes to gather into snowballs and snowballs to roll into snowmen, Then the snowmen wrestled, boxed, and fought happily.

To be honest, Zheng Qing really hates those guys who use magic to play snowmen—because most people just care about their own happiness and have no ethics at all.

Just as he had just been from the dormitory to the library, he was hit on his head by the snowballs of three ‘ownerless’ snowmen along the way. After the owners of these snowmen have finished making them and having fun, they will leave them alone, and let these simple instincts wander around the campus, occasionally being blocked, and the snowballs with big fists will roar from They gush out from their bodies, and the people who hit them are blooming.

"Don't chase me alone!" The young public student was chased by two snowmen running around, holding his head and shouting: "I want to go to the library!"

Behind him, two snowmen were silent, waving their broom arms perseveringly, raising pieces of "snow sand" towards the wizard in front, and from time to time they took out one or two freshly kneaded snow **** from their backs. Downwind smashed past.

The passing wizard looked at the embarrassed wizard with a smile, and there was no one to help him, letting him crawl around as he was being chased.

"Spell with soft legs!" A familiar voice came from a distance.

The wind and snow separated the space, so Zheng Qing couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was. But he heard the suggestion clearly. So after bypassing a tall platanus, the young wizard quickly fetched out his book, and slapped hard:

"My horse 虺隤!"

The light green light suddenly brightened and swayed softly.

The two snowmen who had just chased Zheng Qing for nearly 500 meters suddenly stopped in the fluctuation of the spell, and then suddenly scattered and landed, turning into two quiet snowdrifts again.

The young government-funded grower was relieved.

"How can you be chased by a snowman!" The familiar voice slowly approached, and his tone was full of curiosity: "Although these guys are very lively, most of the time, they will not actively attack the wizard."

While talking~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a thin, tall, yellow-skinned wizard with a ponytail crossed the hazy snow screen and appeared in front of Zheng Qing.

It's Nicholas, the classmate who has stayed two levels and once served as a guide for Zheng Qing's admission.

"How do I know!" Zheng Qing slapped the remaining snowflakes on his body and shook his head in annoyance, trying to shake off the half-melted ice crystals in his hair: "Just passing by the small square, there are two groups of wizards. As I was directing two groups of snowmen to fight, I watched for a while, smiled, and suddenly two snowmen ran out of the battlefield and chased me to fight..."

Nicholas didn't speak, but walked around behind Zheng Qing, stabbed, and tore something from his back.

"Unsurprisingly." The repeater chuckled: "Someone joked with you and quietly stuck the talisman behind you... It should be just a prank, it doesn't matter."

Zheng Qing sternly took over the yellow talisman.

Above, the bright red runes outlined by cinnabar are still shining, even the continuous wind and snow can't suppress the fluctuations of magic in the meantime.

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