Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing regained consciousness, he found that he was not sitting in the classroom, but standing in a white mist.

According to experience, boys can easily judge that they are still in a dream.

He looked up and down.

The surrounding fog was not very heavy, just below his ankles, like a gurgling brook, flowing under his feet, cool and slippery. Stepping on it is like stepping on a plastic runway, Microsoft, and it doesn't hurt your feet.

The dream seemed to spy on the boy's thoughts.

Just as he thought of the words 'plastic runway', the fog in front of him rolled, revealing a dark red plastic runway. In the middle of the runway, there was a black cat standing there, turning its head and staring at him with a pair of yellow eyes.

"Aww~"

The black cat let out a cry, turned its head and ran forward briskly.

The strong sense of déjà vu gave the boy a great sense of security. Without much hesitation, he raised his footsteps and followed the figure of the black cat. Familiar running, familiar black cat, familiar plastic track.

After running a short distance with this familiar feeling, another familiar figure appeared in front of the boy's eyes.

It's Mr. Wu!

The black cat kicked and stomped, reluctantly strolled to Mr.'s feet, hooked Mr.'s ankle with its tail.

"Oh? Are you here?" The gentleman looked down at the black cat, then looked back at the young public finance student, and raised his hand to beckon: "Since you're here, come and stand for a while."

After all, he put his hands behind his back and quietly looked into the distance.

Zheng Qing ran a few steps and came to the gentleman's side. Following his gaze, there was still a white mist in front of him, and there was no view to appreciate.

Maybe there are some amazing secrets hidden in these mist?

The boy folded his hands and stood obediently behind the gentleman, looking at the white mist seriously, as if he wanted to see a flower in the mist.

"What are you looking at?" The gentleman's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"What are you looking at?"—— Zheng Qing almost asked this sentence, but fortunately, his reason controlled his mouth at the last moment, and changed the rhetorical question into a more intelligent wording: "I am following Sir look in the same direction."

This position is very interesting.

Mr. Wu couldn't help smiling, raised his finger to point at the boy, and finally shook his head: "You, you... If you want to break through the fog of fate, it's not enough to rely on the forbidden spell on you. You still have to be in school. Let's learn one more."

Zheng Qing politely nodded in agreement.

"I came today to bring you something." The gentleman looked back at the fog.

But Zheng Qing felt a sudden weight in his hands.

He lowered his head and picked up a wooden box with both hands at some point. The box was filled with greeting cards of various colors and gifts wrapped in plastic floral paper. There were more than a dozen of them, large and small.

"Today is May 4th, your birthday." Mr.'s voice rang in his ears: "Your grandfather, your parents, and former friends have gifts for you... According to the normal way, it is estimated that It will take ten and a half months for these things to pass the inspection and be delivered to you. It just so happens that I have some time, so I brought them here for you."

Zheng Qing flipped through the top greeting card with a picture of a beautiful girl. Inside was the familiar handwriting of his former best friend: "Happy life!"

The two words are flamboyant, concise and to the point, it is indeed that guy's usual style.

Underneath, is the greeting card from the father, the content is very serious - 'Happy nineteenth birthday to my son! After today, you are one year older, you are no longer a timid little boy, you will become a brave man...'

Looking at those words, Zheng Qing felt his teeth ache, and quickly closed the greeting card.

There are only a dozen or so greeting cards in total, and it didn't take too much time to read them one by one. As for the presents, there was plenty of time to unwrap them after returning to the dormitory, and Zheng Qing didn't intend to finish them here.

"This is my gift." Mr. Wu handed over a blue card.

Zheng Qing felt excited, with an uncontrollable smile on his face—think about what kind of gift a gift from an existence beyond ancient wizards would be!

Is it a transfer contract from a mage tower somewhere? Or a powerful magic spell? Or a precious potion prescription? Possibly even the combination to the wizard's bank safe!

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These fantasies froze in the deepest part of his mind after seeing the content on the cyan card.

On the card is a schedule detail.

"When you exploded a few days ago, I mentioned to you about private tutoring." The husband always spoke slowly, without rush, like a pot of old soup that has been simmering for a long time:

"...In the past two days, I have listed the homework you should do, and I plan to start from this week."

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth—it's really Mr.'s usual style to give someone a class schedule as a gift. He couldn't help but think of the scene when his husband said he would give him a birthday present when he went to Huiziji for the first time a long time ago.

He has always dreamed of raising a little mermaid in the bathtub.

"This week... when is it?" Zheng Qing flipped through the card back and forth—there were only study contents and outlines on it, and no specific time schedule.

"When I have time." The gentleman replied succinctly.

"That……"

"Well, let's see, on Tuesday...the Central Continent Hunting Group destroyed half of the world while hunting. I'm going to sort out the rules, otherwise the world won't sell for a good price. You know, the school and those hunting groups Signed the sharing agreement."

No, I don't know - the boy secretly complained in his heart.

"...Then, Wednesday, Wednesday is also on a business trip. Alas, the two super hunting groups 'Xianqin' and 'Shengtang' are mobilizing troops again, planning to fight...I have to act as a peacemaker. I can't let them call Hit him. Your love will be wiped out."

"On Thursday, there are a few old friends from the depths of the starry sky who need to be entertained."

"Friday, I'm writing my memoir."

"Saturday... Well, it should be possible to delay the matter on Saturday? There are so many people in the school, there is no one more than me, and there is no shortage of me... That cat will take care of me." Mr. touched his cuffs, raised his head and muttered to himself.

Hearing those scary words, Zheng Qing shrank his neck in awe.

But he still dared to raise objections.

"I'm going to Professor Montelia's laboratory on Saturday afternoon, and I've been absent three times already." The boy justified in a low voice: "There is also a night patrol mission at Linzhong Lake..."

The gentleman lowered his eyelids and glanced at him.

"You are the most troublesome student I have ever taught." He commented, but he did not interfere with the school's punishment as the boy wished, but changed the time: "...Sunday, at noon on Sunday, You come to Sanyou Bookstore on Pedestrian Street to find me. That cat will guide you."