Hunting High School

Zheng Qing was lying on a six-poster bed in the dormitory, with a finely textured rattan mat underneath. It was the end of May, and after the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Except for Dylan, everyone in the dormitory had spread mats.

Dylan's coffin has many card slots that can be inlaid with runes. In winter, he hangs warm amulets, and in summer, he hangs insect repellent and cooling amulets. There is no need to prepare mats like others.

In fact, Zheng Qing always felt that it was a waste for Dylan to put the insect repellant on the coffin. There were no mosquitoes in the coffin to harass, and outside the coffin, even if the mosquitoes made a lot of noise, they couldn't affect the blood-sucking werewolf students sleeping inside.

Fat Cat Tuantuan lazily let out a cry.

The wizard yawned heavily, and stared out of the tent with dazed eyes—the thick winter curtains around the six-poster bed have been replaced with summer gauze curtains, which are thin and transparent, and the inside of the room can be seen clearly through the curtains. movement.

There is no one in the dormitory.

Today's Saturday, the time is just past two o'clock in the afternoon. Dylan went to a half-blood party—he said there was a half-werewolf party in the evening—and probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning; Xiao Xiao and Xin Fatty went to the library.

Originally, Zheng Qing was supposed to be working in Professor Montelia's laboratory at this time, but at noon, he suddenly received a paper crane from the laboratory. The professor said that the laboratory was temporarily closed as the end of the period was approaching, leaving it for the students to review their homework. time.

This notice was a little sudden, but understandable.

But it was precisely because of this 'sudden' that disrupted Zheng Qing's schedule. For two days on weekends, every desk in the library was occupied from morning to night, and the study room was also full. After searching for a long time, the young public finance student had to admit that apart from his own dormitory, there was no other suitable place for him to review his homework.

The dormitory has never been a good place to study.

After sitting at the desk for less than an hour, Zheng Qing couldn't open her eyes. The afternoon sun was warm, shining on the body through the window, making people drowsy. And the fat cat snoring on the table further intensified this distress.

There's nothing more relaxing than a cat purring.

It wasn't until the third drop of saliva was left on the parchment that Zheng Qing finally made up his mind—sleeping on the table is sleep, and sleeping on the bed is sleep, anyway, if you can't learn it, why don't you let yourself sleep more comfortably? ?

Let the fall be more violent!

In this way, he finally lay down on his own six-poster bed with peace of mind.

One sleep is two hours.

Outside the gauze tent, on the desk, Tuantuan groaned again.

The cry was full of humility and flattery, without the usual prestige and prestige. Zheng Qing rubbed his eyes, his vision became clearer, and then he saw a familiar but unfamiliar figure in front of the desk.

Yes, sir!

The young wizard rolled over from the bed, tore off the mosquito net, and ran two steps forward without putting on his shoes. Undoubtedly, it was Mr. Wu.

The gentleman was bending over, carefully looking at the thesis on magic philosophy that Zheng Qing put on the table before going to bed. Fat Cat Tuan Tuan closed his eyes and huddled up like a ball of yarn in the corner of the desk. The fur balls are full of elves. Compared with the fur balls, the elves are much more courageous. Some of them even dared to scream, flapping their wings and landing on the shoulders of the husband.

Zheng Qing signaled them with his eyes to prepare hot tea and fruit quickly.

Those bold little elves happily flew away from Mr.'s shoulders, and it wasn't until then that Zheng Qing felt his cheeks getting hot.

He vaguely remembered that before he went to sleep, there were puddles of saliva left on the parchment containing the thesis. Before, he planned to clean up those stains after waking up, but unexpectedly, Mr. suddenly appeared in the dormitory.

This makes everything seem a bit confusing.

"You, why are you here?" the boy stammered, breaking the silence in the dormitory in the afternoon.

On the corner of the desk, a fat cat in a ball quietly raised its ears and trembled slightly. The head was still buried under the arms and paws, refusing to show itself.

"I'm free at the moment, so I came here for a while." The husband didn't look back, he still read Zheng Qing's paper carefully, and at the same time replied gently: "It just so happens that you also have time...we can advance tomorrow's class to today. "

Zheng Qing swallowed quietly.

The title of that thesis was "A Gentleman Is Not a Weapon". It started with "What is above the metaphysics is called the Tao, and what is below the metaphysics is called the tool", summarizing all the worldviews and methodologies that Zheng Qing learned in the first grade. The thesis is not finished yet, stuck on the case analysis. It is difficult for Zheng Qing to find an appropriate example, which not only names the main points, but also includes the philosophical theories he has learned.

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Out of the corner of the boy's eye, he saw the fat cat retracting his ears again. The little elves held juicy fruits and hot tea, and floated lightly by the side of the husband, entertaining the guests.

The gentleman finally moved his eyes away from the paper, stood up straight, nodded slightly at the elves, took the tea, took a sip, and then turned to look at the young public fee student.

"Looking at the title of this thesis, you already have a certain idea about the content of the third class?" The gentleman said in an affirmative tone.

Zheng Qing nodded silently.

In the first class, Mr. took him to observe two scenes-the magician of the North District prayed to Korma for strength; the seeds of resistance in the new world turned into dust with Mr. waving his hands.

Then he learned that "the benevolent don't worry about it", and the benevolent person has a clear conscience.

In the second class, the teacher took him to visit the world in the mirror. Although something went wrong in the middle, Zheng Qing and Zhu Si met unexpectedly, but in general, the teacher's teaching goals were not deviated.

In this class, Zheng Qing learned that "the one who knows is not confused", a wise person will not be confused by appearances.

Then came the third class.

With the foundation of the first two lessons, combined with what Mr. said in the first lesson, "Quality wins the text, then the wild, and the literary wins the quality, then the history, and the gentleness, then the gentleman", Zheng Qing can easily find out from the ancient books corresponding content.

"Zi said, the gentleman is three, I am incompetent, the benevolent will not worry, the wise will not be confused, and the brave will not be afraid." Zheng Qing cleared his throat, read this sentence, and then glanced at Mr.: "Section III Lesson, you should teach me what 'the brave are not afraid'."

The gentleman nodded, turned his face and glanced out the window.

The fat cat group became more and more rounded. The breeze in the hallway blew, and the slender cat hair moved slightly with the wind, shining a comfortable luster in the sun.

"Do you know what scares people?" The gentleman raised his hand and pressed it on the boy's shoulder.

Zheng Qing blinked, and just when he was about to answer this question, he felt his feet suddenly emptied, and the feeling of falling from a high altitude surged from all directions again, wrapping him tightly.

The two figures suddenly disappeared from the room.

The elf holding the teacup and the fruit plate screamed, looking around in a daze, not knowing where the guests and the owner had gone; the fat cat, which had been balled up all the time, shook its ears, and after a while, stretched its waist, raised its tail, and recovered. In the shape of a cat, as if nothing had happened, he walked around the desk in a high-spirited manner.