Hunting High School

Zheng Qing originally thought that wizards don't have to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival.

He had flipped through the tome "Ancient Wizard Almanac" very early on, but he didn't find a great wizard named Qu Yuan in it. Maybe, but certainly not to the point where wizards dedicated their holidays to commemoration.

This made him a little lucky for no reason-finally this year he didn't have to eat zongzi.

As a kind of food with multiple identities such as commemoration, celebration and tradition, zongzi and moon cakes have never been loved by Zheng Qing. Every time I eat them, it is always like taking medicine, and I have to drink a lot of soup to swallow it. But limited by customs, I have to eat it.

Especially nowadays, mooncakes and rice dumplings are filled with a lot of strange fillings, such as hawthorn, durian, egg yolk—— Zheng Qing grew up in the north, eating sweet rice dumplings with red dates, so that the first I was taken aback when I ate salty rice dumplings once, and I was shocked by its heresy.

But the joy only lasted until the last week of May.

On Thursday morning, Zheng Qing was on his way back to the dormitory after finishing his morning class as usual, and found that there were many symbols related to dragons on campus. The janitors in gray robes were busy fixing the dry coiled dragons to many tree trunks. Those coiled dragons seem to be made from the corpses of real dragons, and they look lifelike, like living things.

Some students approached curiously and wanted to touch it, and those withered dragons would stare and spit out scary smoke.

"Are there any activities today?" After returning to the dormitory, the young public finance student casually mentioned the movement outside, and then raised his eyebrows when he saw Xin Fatty and Dylan who were busy:

"What are you doing?"

In the dormitory, Dylan was standing on a low stool, tiptoeing, and hanging grass rings woven of calamus and mugwort leaves on a blank wall. On the grass ring are the name tags of the four residents of Dormitory 403, which are tied with thin red threads. When the draft passes, the name tags flutter slightly, making a pleasant sound of hitting wood.

Which was odd, because Dylan would normally be sleeping in a coffin at this hour. Now it's not in the coffin, just like ordinary people staying up until one or two o'clock in the evening.

Xin Fatty, on the other hand, was holding a big bamboo basket, dancing around Dylan's low stool, doing the Wuzhu dance, babbling and chanting strange spells that the school's magic circle could not translate.

After hearing Zheng Qing's question, Xin Fatty just glanced at him and continued singing and dancing.

With his back turned, Dylan replied cheerfully: "You just came back...help me see if the grass ring is right? Every time I go down, I always feel that it is still a little crooked."

Zheng Qing raised his head and looked at it for a moment.

In the end, he nodded reluctantly: "It's okay... It can't be seen that it is crooked. You can leave this kind of thing to the elves, they must be more straight than you."

A few elves were holding hot towels and floating aside with Zheng Qing's breakfast, and they all gave a 'xixi' approval when they heard the words.

"Sense of ritual, understand? Sense of ritual." Dylan jumped off the low stool, shook his fingers solemnly, and corrected: "Some things must be done in person to have the corresponding effect."

"So, what effect do you want by doing this?" Zheng Qing asked patiently, and finally made a little joke: "Is it to prevent the invasion of foreign gods?"

After four or five days of fermentation, the news about the Outer God was being discussed by more and more students of First University. In the newspapers, professionals continue to 'discover' new evidence, proving that the 'students addicted to goat milk' appearing in schools is related to the existence of a certain person in the depths of the starry sky.

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The school had to issue multiple announcements in succession, assuring everyone that First University was always the safest place in the wizarding world, and any unauthorized intrusion would be strongly countered by the school.

This eased the anxiety of the parents of the students to a certain extent, but it did not stop the enthusiasm of the young wizards from discussing.

Especially near the end of the term.

The heavy academic pressure makes many people nervous, and any external disturbance will arouse great interest for everyone. Not to mention that the external 'turmoil' is a little bit louder this time.

As far as Zheng Qing knew, a certain association had already opened a betting market, betting whether the school would have an open conflict with that existence deep in the starry sky, and the buying was very hot.

"What effect?" Dylan patted the leaves of grass stained on his robe, and tilted his head: "Of course it's Bixie praying for blessings... As for the prevention of alien invasion you mentioned, maybe. Don't everyone do it during the Dragon Boat Festival. "

"Dragon Boat Festival?!" Zheng Qing raised his voice and shouted.

Xin Fatty's Wuzhu dance finally came to an end. He stuffed the bamboo basket under the nose of the young public fee student, and snorted: "Hurry up, take one... throw away the meat bun in your hand. How can you eat meat buns in the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival?" statement!"

Zheng Qing watched the two guys with foreign faces chatting with him about the Dragon Boat Festival seriously, and felt inexplicably funny in his heart.

"Do wizards also celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival?" He muttered, looking at the triangular zongzi wrapped in zong leaves in the bamboo basket, his heart slowly churned with despair: "Why do you also eat zongzi? I read "Ancient Wizards" before. "History", there is no Qu Yuan on it!"

"It's definitely not in the "History of Ancient Wizards". You need to look it up in the "Almanac of Legendary Wizards". Maybe you can find his name." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded from behind Zheng Qing: "...Excuse me, I want a salted meat dumpling .”

He said the latter sentence to Xin Fatty.

Fatty quickly pulled out a four-cornered dumpling from the basket and stuffed it into the doctor's hand. Zheng Qing also picked up a triangular rice dumpling with two fingers, and began to untie the hemp rope from the rice dumpling leaves with a sad face.

"Why did you go after the morning class just now?" The young public fee student tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "I just said hello to someone, and you disappeared in a blink of an eye..."

"Go to the cat fruit tree and take a look at that dog." Xiao Xiao quickly peeled off the zong leaves, took a big bite of the crimson glutinous rice, and said vaguely: "...As you said, that dog is very suspicious .”

"Did you find anything unusual?" Zheng Qing immediately regained his spirits.

"No." Xiao Xiao took another big mouthful of rice dumplings, licked his shiny fingers, and shook his head: "Bixie, detect monsters, reveal...all of them have been used, and nothing abnormal...except it will meow. Call."

"Don't you like eating zongzi?" Xin Fatty interrupted their chat abruptly.

Zheng Qing looked down at the triangular rice dumpling in his hand, he just bit off a small corner. And Xiao Xiao has already reached out to take the second zongzi from the bamboo basket.

"I don't like it." Zheng Qing honestly shook his head: "I always feel that food like zongzi and moon cakes are over-processed and lose some of their natural flavor."

"Hey, what you said sounds like what Iseni said." Xin Fatty blinked and laughed:

"The last time I chatted with Iseni, he said, 'Some murlocs complained that processed foods, such as pickled toads and pickled frogs, lost their natural flavor and became something else. The process of salting preserves the original properties of those foods to the greatest extent. Frogs and toads that have not been salted will rot within a month.'”

"It's like witches use cosmetics." Dylan leaned over and discussed with great interest: "Witches use various essential oils and foundations to wipe their faces, which are essentially the same as bacon... The biggest difference is nothing more than One is to marinate people to make them more delicious, so that their appearance can be preserved for a longer time; the other is to make food more delicious, so that their nutrition can be preserved for a longer period of time.”

Zheng Qing looked down at the small rice dumpling in his hand, and sighed heavily.

He had no idea why the good conversation had jumped from dogs on cat fruit trees to witch cosmetics.