Hunting College

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In winter, it will snow.

The grass should be yellow, the trees should shed their leaves, the sky should be cold and the earth should be lonely.

And spring is the season of life recovery.

The weeds drew out their buds again, the trees rejuvenated, the sun stayed in the sky longer and longer, and the hibernating creatures stretched out and crawled out of their caves and dens.

Today is December 7th, and the lunar solar term is snowy. There is no doubt that it belongs to the winter season. Zheng Qing was originally very convinced of this, because a few hours ago, he and Nicholas discussed the different classifications and characteristics of snowmen. .

And now, the young public-sponsored student who had just awakened from the drowsiness began to doubt his memory.

Because he was around him, by the lakeside of the clock, the originally lonely world was full of vitality.

The water of the lake seemed to be clear, young green shoots emerged from the bare shrubs, and a touch of fresh color was added to the gray wild grass. There are some small white flowers in the grass, and the breeze blows, and the wind seems to have a hint of sweetness.

Everything is declaring to the young public-funded student a completely different world from his impression.

"This...this..." Zheng Qing looked around and was speechless for a long while.

"This is an accident." Professor Yao clearly knew the reason for their shock, shaking his hands, took out a small cluster of golden tobacco from his arms, stuffed it into his pipe, and sighed deeply: "...You can understand it as an accident of a magic experiment."

What kind of magic experiment will have the effect of changing the world and changing the seasons? !

Zheng Qing didn't know and couldn't imagine.

Although in Su Shijun’s laboratory, he had seen all kinds of wonders in the two-dimensional world, but in the final analysis, those experiments have very limited interference with reality-like a spring dream, a movie, a novel, even No matter how grotesque and bizarre, it is beyond his world and within the scope of his understanding.

And now, in the world he lives in, this kind of almost miraculous phenomenon has appeared, and he can't help but panic.

A little spark suddenly emerged from the void, slowly falling on the tobacco in the professor's pipe. The curling green smoke immediately rose, accompanied by the dim firelight, lingering around the professor.

"Fur..."

Professor Yao took a long cigarette, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Don't worry, it's just a small matter, and the scope is not large. The school will be able to fix this bug soon." The professor raised his hand and waved back casually.

Zheng Qing noticed that behind the professor, surrounded by Linzhong Lake, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo stood with many wizards in black robes, holding the books, chanting some spells uniformly. And with their spells, the original warm feeling between heaven and earth is passing fast, including the green between the grass and the fragrance of flowers in the breeze. These spring colors are fading bit by bit.

"...In contrast, what I want to know more is how you are here." As he said, Professor Yao retracted his arm and hugged him in front of his chest, and his tone became a little serious: "Also, you just What do you see?"

Hearing his solemn tone, Zheng Qing couldn't help but become nervous.

He glanced nervously at the Gypsy Witch.

I don't know if it was because of the fright, Jelena was hanging her head, staring blankly at the bare lake, seemingly not paying attention to the professor's problem.

The wizard sighed softly in his heart.

"We haven't just been here for a long time, and we haven't seen anything weird." Zheng Qingyan described what he had seen and heard on the lakeside, the uninhabited boat, the glowing white tower, and the terrible The magic fluctuates, all kinds.

Finally, he asked in a confused tone: "As for why we are here... Isn't this a school public place? You can come anytime... I have never heard of anyone who is not allowed to come to the lake in snow. Ban it. We just ate, came to the lake to digest and take a walk."

This answer obviously choked Professor Yao.

He stared at a pair of small dark eyes and looked straight at the young public-sponsored student. After a few minutes, he continued to ask: "You just came here? I mean, when you got here, you didn't think of anything important. , Do you need to do it quickly?"

"Is it important?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little subtle, and his tone firmly emphasized: "Today is the weekend. I have finished all my homework, so what else is important."

Professor Yao grabbed the pipe with a toothache on his face.

"It shouldn't be... how could there be such a loophole." He muttered to himself, frowning, as if he was troubled by some problem.

"Is there anything wrong?" The young public expense finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

"No? It's too wrong." The professor put the pipe in his mouth and explained vaguely: "Don't you find that there is no one besides you by the lake today?... For safety reasons, the school is in Linzhong Lake. A large-scale expulsion spell was imposed nearby. From two in the afternoon to six in the evening, anyone who is near the lake will hurriedly leave because of temporary reminders of something urgent."

"In theory, it is impossible for you to get close to the lake. Let alone take a stroll on the lake."

Zheng Qing's face suddenly wrinkled when he heard this—he had always hated this kind of ‘self-special’ situation, because it generally meant trouble. And he hates trouble very much.

"Perhaps for us, being able to take a short walk around the lake is the most important thing today." The gypsy witch's voice suddenly sounded slightly beside.

Zheng Qing was stunned when he heard the words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then a bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded hurriedly with an expression of incomparable approval.

He turned his head, the witch was sitting on her knees in the withered grass beside her, with a leaf of green grass entwined between her fingers. And a certain knotted cobra has spread out at some point, lying gently beside her feet, like a harmless twine. If it weren't for a trace of blood from the flower-skinned frog at the corner of its mouth, I am afraid that even Zheng Qing would be confused by this long insect's lazy performance.

Hearing the explanation from the witch, Professor Yao showed a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all." He shook his head repeatedly, and did not accept the witch's explanation, but when he looked at the young public student again, his face suddenly appeared in a daze: "Unless..."

Unless anything, the professor did not finish.

And Zheng Qing's attention shifted away from the professor.

Because when he and the witch looked at each other just now, the witch seemed to be taken aback by something, and with a trembling hand, she broke the blade of grass that had been entwined with her fingertips several times.

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