Hunting High School

Cleaning up the anthills was much easier than Zheng Qing imagined.

You only need to use a hoe to turn up and smash those small soil bags that are about an inch high, and then collect them into fixed baskets. If the school's herb garden does not require it, many times, they don't even need to do the work of collecting the fertile soil.

For some students with superb magic skills, they can completely direct their hoe or shovel to work by themselves, without laboring the noble hands of the magician.

Elder Hemingway never restricted this, but was very supportive.

In his words, only by applying what you have learned can you be worthy of being a scholar of the First University. If you are a 'nerd' who can't even command the head, then you can just work hard and count the ball by the lake.

The words are rough and the rationale is not rough.

Of course Zheng Qing is not an orthodox nerd, and soon he learned how to direct and work on his own under the guidance of the old students. This made his work a lot easier, but his mental consumption was a little heavier. Every time he returned to the dormitory after work, he would always sleep in the dark.

At noon on Thursday, Zheng Qing soon fell asleep after rolling back to the dormitory from the anthill field by the lake. In the afternoon, there was an optional murloc class, and he had to recharge his mind before class. Time is tight and tasks are heavy. If you want to get the best sleep effect in a limited time, you need to let your soul sink deep enough into the spiritual world.

It was okay on Wednesday, because Zheng Qing happened to have a poor-quality talisman to promote sleep on hand. With the help of the talisman, he recovered his energy in less than half an hour.

But at noon today, because he was really sleepy - the morning pharmacy class and the noon field work were both mentally and physically exhausting - Zheng Qing closed his eyes as soon as he got under the covers. There was no time to use the talisman.

As a result, although his eyes were closed, his spirit was not completely silent, and he always maintained a low-intensity slow active state. In layman's terms, he started dreaming constantly.

The picture in the dream is fragmented and jumping.

At the beginning, Zheng Qing vaguely remembered a huge hound on fire chasing him and barking.

Leaning on a tall wooden staff, the old man Verne followed the hounds and yelled at the young wizard.

Later, the dog slowly melted away, turning into an endless cloud of fiery clouds and huge red waves that continued day after day. No matter how Zheng Qing tried to escape, he couldn't escape the shroud of red.

He climbed over the mountain and walked a long way along the cliff road that was only half a foot wide; he also crossed the river and climbed for a long time on the iron chain bridge thick as a forearm; From time to time, half of his body fell into the quagmire.

The smear of red was always unhurried, hanging behind him, keeping him in a state of high tension.

Later, old man Hemingway appeared from nowhere, waving a thick stack of materials, and yelled at Zheng Qing that his punishment work for this month was unqualified and that he needed to work for another month.

Zheng Qing trembled from fright and wanted to defend himself, but his voice was always suppressed by the old school staff.

Then, the faces of old man Verne and old Hemingway began to overlap, and gradually melted into a distorted face, like the face in Edward Munch's "The Scream".

The whole dream ended in a gorgeous and noisy sound.

Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes wide, sat up abruptly, and took a few short breaths. He was still lying in the tent in the 403 dormitory, not being chased by dogs, nor was the old school worker yelling furiously at his ears.

The lunch break should not have passed yet. Through the curtain, Xin Fatty could be vaguely heard chatting with Fat Mao Tuantuan in a low voice, and the other sound of the nib rubbing against the paper should belong to Xiao Xiao.

The young public fee student took out his pocket watch from under the pillow, and looked at the time through the dim light from the gap in the curtain.

At 1:20 in the afternoon, less than half an hour had passed since he fell asleep.

He touched the back of his neck, which was dripping with cold sweat. His head was still very swollen, as if there was a hard balloon stuck between his skulls. This is a symptom of the unrecovered spirit.

The boy let out a long breath, muttered something in a low voice, took out a poor-quality talisman with his backhand, and slapped it on the forehead.

This time, he slept soundly.

But it's a pity that there was not enough time left, Zheng Qing felt that the moment he closed his eyes, his surroundings became frizzy. At first, there was a faint glimmer of light flickering through the eyelids, and then the sound of roommates packing up books was vaguely heard, and then their chatting voice became louder.

This means they are ready to leave for the classroom, Zheng Qing judged in his sleep.

Before he could make up his mind to open his eyes, a familiar breath suddenly rushed into his tent. The velvet scratched his nostrils, making him gradually have the urge to sneeze.

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But this secret stimulation is so close that the sneeze hovers in the nasal cavity and cannot be released.

As a result, the soreness in the nasal cavity began to spread, Zheng Qing's eyelids became hot, as if there was a puddle of scalding hot water under the eyelids, it seemed that just a slight blink of the eyes could squeeze out a string of annoying teardrops.

The wizard let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to fish it, and grasped the hairball tail that was playing tricks on his face in the palm of his hand.

"How did you get up here?"

He raised half of his eyelids, looked at the little fox crawling around on his chest, and muttered: "Master Ni Wu is blind?"

Ni Wuye is the alchemy beast who guards the gate of the dormitory. He is very cold and has a bad temper on weekdays. He never allows students to bring pets into the gate. Although the little fox has a high IQ, Zheng Qing doesn't think it has the ability to get away with it.

"Like Tuantuan, it crawled in through the window." From outside the tent, Xin Fatty's cheerful voice came: "Not to mention, when it first appeared, it gave me a big jump... I haven't seen you for a few days, Posei Winter is long enough."

The little fox barked twice proudly, looked at Zheng Qing, and looked like he was about to praise me.

Zheng Qing scratched its ears, put it on his pillow, then opened the curtain, turned and got out of bed.

"It's almost one year old anyway. There's no reason my Dongdong can't do things that Tuantuan can do." Zheng Qing rubbed his face, repeating the last two words of Poseidon: "Dongdong...dongdong ...Well, what do you guys think, how about I call it Poseidon from now on?"

"Is there a difference?" Fatty couldn't hear the subtle difference at all.

Zheng Qing curled his lips and went into the bathroom, not intending to explain to him.

Dr. Xiao Da's lazy voice came from behind.

"When you were sleeping, old man Hemingway flew you a crane... There was no encryption, so the crane unfolded itself after hitting your tent."

"He asked you to go to Stendhal's herb garden at noon on Friday, that is, at noon tomorrow, instead of hoeing the ground. He said that a lot of bees in the garden have disappeared for no reason recently. It happens that some herbs are at the critical moment of pollination, so I ask you to help with artificial pollination."