Hunting College

　　 Campus, lawn, under tree.

　　 After exhaling the long stale air, Zheng Qing clasped his fists into one and closed his posture.

　　 The morning sun seemed to feel a bit, just at this moment it jumped out of the horizon and into the sky.

　　 Zheng Qing took a long breath at the right time, and the first ray of the sun covering his body turned into a sun flower and disappeared into his mouth.

　　 "Drink the sun in the morning, dinner in the night glow, and on the occasion of the third watch, spit out the moon." Xiao Xiao shook his head and chanted.

　　 Zheng Qing had recovered, and the students around him were either grateful or downcast, with different looks.

　　 "What?" he asked curiously.

"I didn't absorb Nikka." Xiao Xiao seemed to have been sitting still on the boulder, feeling a little emotional after hearing the words: "Every day homework is done, but not every day homework is effective. They are all doing it together. Homework early, but there are a few more people who can finally step out."

　　 Zheng Qing seems to understand but he doesn't understand.

　　 Poseidon was jumping and teasing him at the moment, he was gritting his teeth and wondering how to pinch this little thing to death.

　　In the distance, Fatty Xin stood outside the playground, holding a large bag of breakfast in his hand, shouting at them.

　　 Zheng Qing rubbed his stomach and looked at the big paper bag with gratitude.

　　……

　　The curse classroom is at 601 East of the Bishop’s Building.

　　Because it was the first class, a few people rushed to the classroom early.

　　 There are not many students in the classroom, they all gather in twos and threes.

Some people are wearing heavy visual aids, carefully turning the glass ball in their hands, carefully observing the twisted light inside; some people leaning on the table, lazily turning their books, letting the books emit a ray of light, There is a splendid scene intertwined with each other; there are still people sitting beside them, closing their eyes and meditating, with two white lines in their nostrils constantly vomiting.

　　 Everyone seems to be busy with their own affairs.

　　 Zheng Qing stopped slightly at the door.

　　 This classroom looks like a huge study room.

　　 There is no ceiling on the roof, and instead is a deep starry sky.

　　 A few white light **** the size of a goose egg swayed in this narrow star space, sprinkling a faint soft light.

　　 Right in front of the classroom is a dark green blackboard, and a few simple little people with colorful chalk drawings are happily flipping their heads on the blackboard. The rustle of chalk falling behind them formed a string of swashes of "welcome".

　　 A group of elves in gray overalls lined up neatly, sitting on the edge of the blackboard, smiling and looking at the messy classroom.

　　 In front of the blackboard is a podium about half a foot high.

　　 There is a maroon lecture table in the corner of the podium, and a box of chalk and a few books are neatly stacked on the table.

　　 Facing the back wall of the classroom with the blackboard, a huge beige bookcase occupies the entire wall. The bookcase is densely packed with books of varying thickness. Near the corner of the window, there are also many earth models of different sizes.

　　 On the left side of the classroom is a neat row of test benches. The silver-white countertops are shiny and dazzling. Next to the wall are a row of clean test tubes and other experimental equipment.

　　 On the right side of the classroom are two huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and silver-gray curtains are neatly tied around the windows. Through the tall French windows, you can see the sparkling Linzhong Lake in the distance.

　　 The entire classroom is soft in color, not cluttered.

　　 "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

　　 A feeble voice sounded behind Zheng Qing, startling him.

　　 turned his head, he found that it was a stick figure talking.

　　 This painting should have been hanging behind the door for a long time. The white paper has been a little yellowish, and the thumbtacks nailed to the four corners of the paper are even rusty.

　　On the drawing paper is empty, there is only a small figure outlined with a pencil.

　　 The elliptical head of the villain was not completely closed, and the end of the pen's thread was simply extended to serve as a piece of hair on the head. Three or five hairs hung sparsely beside him, as if a small wind could shave his head.

　　 The eyes are two circles of different sizes, the nose is a triangle, and the mouth is the most vivid, but it is just a curve with a beautiful arc.

　　 Maybe the artist's patience has been lost after painting his head.

　　 The figure of the villain is very crude.

　　 An ellipse not much larger than the head serves as the body, and the four slender lines drawn from the ellipse are the limbs of the villain.

　　 The painter even lazily added a few more strokes to the line to give the villain a complete set of hands and feet.

　　 In the lower right corner of the entire drawing, there is a signature of ‘MAY’.

Maybe? May?

　　 Zheng Qing doesn't know.

　　 But he knew that this little man did not look happy.

　　 Seeing someone looking back, the villain waved a line of arms and shouted:

　　 "Excuse me! Who will put a hat on for me! It's going to be winter right away, it's so cold with my head naked!"

　　 Xiao Xiao held down Zheng Qing's gesture of drawing a pen.

　　 "You will decide whether to paint him a hat in a month." The little boy said solemnly, "Think twice before acting."

　　 Zheng Qing shrugged and put the pen back into his pocket.

　　 Behind the desk, Zheng Qing saw two familiar faces.

　　 Li Mengdi sits in the middle of the first row with her face pulled down. On her left is Liu Feifei who has a big snake, and on her right is a girl with long black hair.

　　 Liu Feifei was squinting, carefully reading a heavy book.

　　The girl with long black hair was saying something to Li Meng with a stern expression.

　　 The sound of the classroom door opening attracted the little girl's attention~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing the person clearly, her eyes suddenly brightened.

　　 "Sister! That little guy is the first freshman I told you!" Li Meng hurriedly pulled the black long straight arm and shouted, "That's the little watermelon-headed guy!"

　　 The classroom suddenly became quiet.

　　 The busy people all raised their heads and looked at the door.

　　 Zheng Qing held back his smile, carefully stepped sideways, revealing the figure of the little man behind him.

　　 Xiao Xiao smiled darkly and did not speak.

　　The girl with long black hair frowned and stretched out **** to clamp Li Meng’s ears.

　　 "Polite!" She looked at the little girl sternly.

　　 Li Meng flattened his mouth, his face flushed red, tears in his eyes, and he didn't speak.

　　 Zheng Qing dragged Xiao Xiao and walked a few steps before coming to the girl.

　　 "Oh, the college students are crying?" He smiled and laughed at Li Meng.

　　 "You just cried!" The little girl screamed fiercely, and sniffed: "It's windy outside!"

　　 Zheng Qing turned his head and glanced at the French window on the right side of the classroom.

　　 Several windows are closed tightly.

　　 He turned around quickly.

　　 "This is?" Zheng Qing gestured to look at the black long straight sister paper beside Li Meng.

　　 "My cousin! The third place for freshmen this year!" The little girl's attention was diverted. She raised her head and looked at a few boys with pride.

　　 Cousin Li Meng showed an awkward smile on her face, she pinched the little girl’s ear again.

　　 "My name is Jiang Yu." The girl blinked her bright eyes, fluffed her hair, and revealed a small white neck: "I heard Mengmeng said that you take care of her on the special plane. I really trouble you."

　　 Li Meng curled his lips and said nothing.