Hunting College

　　 September 1, the second day of the eighth lunar month.

　　Yi, offering sacrifices and praying for blessings.

　　 Bogey, consecrate.

　　 Zheng Qing was lying on the bed, yawning, lazily pinching his fingers under the covers to calculate.

　　 is really not a good day to start school.

　　 He squinted and took a deep breath.

Today is Monday.

　　 There is a spell lesson in the morning.

　　 This will be the first class of my college career.

　　 is really exciting.

　　 Maybe the excitement of yesterday has not disappeared. Zheng Qing slept very unsteadily at night. He was awakened by a nightmare once in the middle of the night, but soon fell asleep again.

　　 exhaled the stagnant breath in his chest, he opened his eyes.

　　 The bedroom is very quiet.

　　 The sky is only shining slightly, through the balcony glass, the morning chirping of birds faintly heard.

　　 Zheng Qing gently climbed out of the bed.

　　 On the big desk in the center of the dormitory, there are also cardboard boxes of elves.

　　 He carefully lifted the fine fluffy blanket on the carton.

　　 In the box, the little guys are still sleeping soundly.

　　 Zheng Qing frowned, thinking that things were a bit tricky.

　　 Maybe after class today, I should go to the professor to find out and ask how the traumatized elf should be saved.

　　 Now, he really can do nothing.

　　 Zheng Qing sighed and put the blanket on the carton again.

　　 The fat cat nestled on the windowsill shook its ears, opened its mouth and yawned, then buried its head deeper in its front paws.

Next to 　　, there was a slight snoring sound from Fatty Xin’s bed. Zheng Qing noticed that a section of his cool was on the ground, so he chuckled and helped Fatty get back to the bed.

　　 Dylan’s bed is very quiet.

　　 I don’t know if the coffin cuts off the snoring, or if he sleeps without snoring.

　　 Zheng Qing's gaze slid across the edge of the closed heavy tent.

　　 He doesn't want to get bad luck early in the morning.

　　 After washing, Zheng Qing went to the balcony and planned to do morning class.

　　 He habitually took out a handful of hamster food from the gray bag and prepared to sprinkle it on the edge of the balcony window.

　　 Then he was stunned there.

　　 smile bitterly.

　　 is too used to doing morning class with that fat hamster.

　　 I don’t know if anyone will feed it after I leave home.

　　 closed his eyes nostalgic, and moved his hands and feet a bit, Zheng Qing couldn't help frowning.

　　 The balcony of the dormitory is a bit narrow and cannot be stretched out.

　　 "If you want to do early work, let's go downstairs." Xiao Xiao's low voice floated over: "The dormitory is not a suitable place."

　　 Looking back, Xiao Xiao has changed into a crimson exercise suit and is tightening her belt.

　　 Zheng Qing quickly slipped back to the dormitory to change clothes.

　　 Before leaving the house, he hesitated, pointed at Xiao Xiao and pointed at Fatty Xin, who was still asleep, and Dylan, who was still asleep. He opened his mouth and asked silently: "Where are they?"

　　 Xiao Xiao did not speak, but dragged him out of the dormitory.

　　 "Do you think werewolves like daytime, or vampires like daytime?"

　　 Zheng Qing thought of the moonlit werewolf and the vampire in the dark, and shook his head.

　　 "So, don't use the concept of day-walker to observe night-crawlers." Xiao Xiao clutched his wide glasses in his hand, wondering whether to put it in his schoolbag.

　　 "Then how does he go to class?"

　　 "They don't like the daytime, it doesn't mean that they can't hang out during the day. Especially here is the first university. There are many doors on the campus, and there are many long corridors."

　　 "That's it. What about Xin?"

"That fat man doesn't seem to be a creature that does early work." Xiao Xiao finally put on the pair of wide glasses, and at the same time he hugged the black-shell notebook in his arms, and sighed: "Besides, the giant blue or something, it's not you. I was born as a scholar. We can only draw strength from books. They only need to guide their talents and develop their bloodline abilities."

　　 Thinking of Fatty Xin snoring in the bed, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that life was unfair.

　　 There are not many students on the campus in the early morning.

　　 On the playground, Zheng Qing paid attention to observation. The majority of students with yellow faces. Very few students of white skin and black skin can easily judge their major from their sturdy figure.

　　 "They are all madmen of the combat style."

　　 Watching a big black-skinned bald man practicing boxing in heavy shackles, Zheng Qing shook his head repeatedly.

　　 "Squeak~" A white figure came out from somewhere, and circled Zheng Qing excitedly.

　　 "Poseidon?" Zheng Qing exclaimed in surprise, grabbed the fox's top leather, grabbed it in his arms, and rubbed it hard: "Hey! You bastard!"

　　 "It's going to dawn! Are you here to walk the dog?" Xiao Xiao snorted with slanted eyes.

　　 His old tortoise still doesn't know where it is.

　　 "This is a fox." Zheng Qing stroked Poseidon's big tail and corrected.

　　 Then he threw the little fox rolling his eyes on the ground, looking at the sky with only a faint light of dawn, turning to the side and started practicing boxing.

　　 There are thousands of ways to lay the foundation in the world.

　　 Zheng Qing’s foundation method is the guiding technique taught by her husband in his childhood.

　　 This set of movements is a bit like boxing, but not coherent. Although every style and every move is not formal, it can't make people feel fluent and mellow.

　　 Zheng Qing also asked her husband the name of this guiding technique.

Mr. 　　 replied very concisely: "No punches."

　　 What is no punch? Does it mean that boxing is not old enough? Or is the boxing technique not grand enough? Or is it not a boxing method? Zheng Qing has never understood very well, only feels that this set of boxing is like a gentleman, unpredictable.

　　 After a few moves, Zheng Qing gradually felt the dormant power deep in his body gradually sober and lively, flowing along the meridian blood.

　　 Only for a moment, he felt a warm air enveloped all over his body. Soon I was immersed in the meantime, not indifferent, not thinking about it, and going naturally and naturally.

　　 Not far away, Poseidon was also standing like a decent person, bending his back and bowing his waist, probing his claws and wagging his tail, scratching around, doing all sorts of so-called movements.

　　 Its pink nose wrinkled from time to time in the cool air, with a serious look.

　　 Xiao Xiao sat on the bluestone under the tree, UU reading www.uukánshu.com, breathing quietly in the morning sun.

　　 The old tortoise with the ocher-shelled tortoise crawled up to him at some point, poked his head, half-opened his eyes, motionless, just like the stubborn stone under him.

　　 a little further.

　　 On the broad lawn, under the sturdy trees, and beside the quiet silver lake.

　　 Groups of students gathered together, taking advantage of their vigor, quietly and enthusiastically doing morning work.

　　 Gradually, the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

　　 The red sunrise struggling **** the horizon, before jumping out of its shackles.

　　 Zheng Qing seemed to feel something. He turned to face the rising sun, calmly, closed his fists slightly, exhaled a long voice, his tongue was clear, and he uttered a long "duh" character.

　　 At the same time, Xiao Xiao under the tree opened his eyes wide, puffed his chest, and cleared his throat.

　　 Other morning class students around also exhaled and spoke.

　　 For a period of time, the surrounding voices, unvoiced sounds, accents, and various exhalation sounds echoed each other, shaking the campus in the morning, resounding through the sky, and dispersing clouds around.

　　 The steaming heat rolls over, wantonly showing his vigor and vitality.

　　In the distance, on the top of the mountain, under the tower.

　　 Several professors in black robes were gathered around and said something.

　　 They couldn't help laughing when they heard the trembling shouts.

"Drinking in the morning and flowing in the clouds, and in the evening meal and under the moon." A thin and thin old professor twisted his short snowflake beard, smiled and pointed: "They are so hard, but they live up to our hard work. ."

　　 "You are young and energetic." Another short, fat old man shook his head and sighed.

　　 "But I don't know whether vigor makes young people, or young people make vigor." The last tall old man seemed to feel something and exclaimed.