Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing's sight became clear again, the two were already standing in the courtyard of Sanyou Bookstore.

It was the afternoon, and the orange sunlight fell through the glass doors and windows and fell on the brown floor, leaving a slightly swaying mottled light and shadow, giving people an extra warm feeling.

Outside the bookstore, someone was passing by on a bicycle 'jingle dingling', a poodle and a teddy were barking at each other across the low bushes, and a little farther away, you could vaguely hear diabolo playing' There was a crackling sound, and a group of aunts swayed and danced to the loud music.

In the bookstore, a red clay teapot was whining on the iron stove, and a pearl-colored mist was sprayed out from the spout, which looked very charming in the orange sunlight.

The gentleman stepped forward, picked up the lid of the teapot, then turned around and waved at the young wizard, beckoning:

"come in."

"Huh?" Zheng Qing glanced at the black spout of the red clay teapot in confusion, then at his husband, took two steps forward in a daze, then looked left and right, indicating that he had already entered the bookstore .

"Come in here." The gentleman sighed, and pointed to the mouth of the teapot very clearly.

Pearl-colored mist filled the mouth of the pot, making it hard to see what was inside the pot, but the boiling breath clearly told the young wizard that touching it casually would not yield good results.

"Do you want to drink tea? Need me to find a teacup?" Zheng Qing asked with the last trace of luck.

The gentleman looked at him blankly.

"You have been blown up." The gentleman's tone was very calm, but the facts he described were terrifying: "You were blown to pieces, with few bones left intact... A tattered body cannot hold a healthy soul, Not to mention that there is a forbidden curse hidden in this soul."

(The boy lowers his head and finally realizes that he is now a spirit floating in mid-air)

"The bones in the teapot are boiled for you. It's the original flavor. It took me a lot of effort."

(Yeah, the boy is slandering in his heart, it took you a pot of tea...)

"Hurry up and get in while it's hot, lest your flesh and bones shrink when it gets cold, and it will be even more difficult to get in."

Zheng Qing put on a sullen face. After listening to Mr.'s explanation, he unexpectedly didn't feel too funny or horrifying. It seems that one year of college life has honed his will and ability to accept, and he can easily accept any situation that violates common sense.

Having said that, if Mr. used a alchemy furnace for refining, or placed a pile of lotus roots and lotus leaves on the floor, or drew a complicated magic circle diagram, maybe Zheng Qing's ability to accept it would be stronger.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

But a teapot.

"Cook, it's well cooked." The young wizard let out a sigh of relief, although his voice was a bit stuttering, his tone was still calm: "It's already cooked, right?"

From the chubby belly of the iron stove came the slight crackling sound of firewood crackling, and a few strands of milky white flames emerged from the cracks in the stove, licking the smooth belly of the red clay teapot.

The whole body of the teapot is maroon, with a cylindrical body, a dragon claw foot, a crouching dragon twist, and a coiled dragon handle. It looks full of color and has a grand image. The scales of the Panlong on the handle of the pot are inlaid with tiny mithril scales, and the fine runes visible to the naked eye are outlined on them. The spout is bare, not in the shape of a dragon like other parts of the pot body.

At this moment, the lid of the crouching dragon pot was held by the husband, revealing the round black spout. After the pearl-colored mist emerged from the mouth of the pot, it circled around and refused to leave. Finally, a miniature cloud formed above the mouth of the pot. The cloud was thick and dense, as if a little more water vapor would be collected and it would rain. like.

"Hurry up, tomorrow Monday, you have to go to class." After the husband urged, he ignored the tangled boy beside the pot, and turned to a ceramic kitten ornament on the bookshelf.

The porcelain cat was slightly tall and low, with porcelain eyebrows and good eyes. Zheng Qing looked familiar. He took a few more glances before realizing that the porcelain cat was modeled after 'Brother Huang'.

The gentleman picked up a brush from the pen holder on the desk and tapped the porcelain cat on the head.

"Ding ding ding..."

After a pause, the dull porcelain cat suddenly came to life. After rolling its eyes a few times, it stared at the guy who beat own, glaring angrily: "How many times have I said, don't hit me on the head!"

"It won't be any more stupid anyway." The gentleman commented indifferently, and knocked several times, ding ding ding, and then ordered: "Are they still in the forest? Let everyone go back, I have taken care of other things Alright... Well, Nicholas and Satogua will ask the school work committee to send a letter of inquiry later, and just give a warning. Satogua has lost some concepts, and she should be much more honest in the short term."

The porcelain cat was still angry at first, but when it heard this, its expression finally became a bit more serious.

"What about the two children? Their current situation is a bit bad..." Cimao sat up straight and looked at the bookstore owner seriously. Zheng Qing always felt that its eyeballs glanced at him quietly.

The gentleman was silent for a few seconds.

"It's not uncommon for wizards to find their own way. As long as they're still wizards...the school won't abandon its own students because of a few foreign gods. The magicians and gypsy witches in the North District should be happy."

His tone was very flat, and he couldn't hear much emotional fluctuations:

"It's just that I choose the path I choose, and I have to walk with my eyes closed... Do they have such awareness? If not, take some time to take them to the bookstore for a sit... They still have the right to choose."

After a while, Zheng Qing finally realized who the two children Mr. and Porcelain Cat were talking about.

At the last moment of entering the teapot, he stopped his figure.

The porcelain cat glanced at the young wizard and gave a 'hum', as if answering the master's words, then flicked its tail and turned into a sculpture again.

The gentleman turned around and looked at the boy floating on the mouth of the pot.

The boy looked a little worried.

"Sir, Elena..."

"Oh, that sweet little gypsy girl, I know."

"She now..."

"You like her very much?"

"Ok."

"Did you know she used a love potion on you?"

"……Ok."

"You still like her?"

Zheng Qing fell silent. He thought of the witch who bravely stood up to stop the Alphas during the first conflict on the pedestrian street; he thought of the face that was both angry and smiling after the blue-white smoke; The figure who pulled him out of the trap during the game; I remembered the two walking in the snow, wandering the pedestrian street, and sneaking into Alpha Fort; I remembered the cold kiss that day.

The words that Professor Li said in the first Potions class popped up in his mind, 'The effect of love created by magic is more romantic than real love, more like love. '

"I don't know." The boy raised his head and answered the question honestly: "Maybe I will find the answer in the future. But if she has an accident today, then I will never have a chance to find the answer."