Hunting High School

Teri Duzem felt like she had just closed her eyes.

A second ago, his mind was filled with all kinds of deformed formulas and complicated spells.

A second later, his consciousness had sunk into endless darkness.

What happened between one second and one second?

he does not know.

All he knew was that Own's eyelids were too heavy, and the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be glued together by an adhesive spell.

Walking in the yard the evening before yesterday, the gorgeous sunset outside the courtyard brought him endless reverie, and unconsciously, the long-lost inspiration came to his brain again.

So, he plunged into the study, grabbed his own quill, and started a long calculation.

It takes two days to pick up the pen.

Forget about sunrise and sunset, forgot to eat and sleep.

The old servant came and went in the study, but he could only look at the unmoved rice and sigh endlessly.

When the last unknown solution set in the formula was analyzed by him with a spell, the pale white sky in the morning fell on him for the second time through the somewhat dirty glass window.

He dropped the quill, smiled with satisfaction, pulled the blanket hanging on the hanger, leaned against the wide armchair behind him, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Constantine—that is, his loyal old servant—talked to him and asked him to eat.

"I'm working, Constantine!" He scratched his hair irritably, and shouted to the respectful servant: "Don't let mundane things like eating bother me!"

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"Okay, Young Master." Constantine agreed with a low eyebrow, then raised his head and looked at him in confusion: "So, when are you going to eat something?"

Dr. Duzem slammed his head on the desk weakly, and said to himself silently:

I am not angry.

I am not angry.

I am not angry……

The back is blank.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he felt that his arm was being grabbed and shaken vigorously.

"Young Master..."

"Young Master!" Constantine's words seemed to float from the distant sky, as far away as the colorful clouds that evening.

The doctor finally raised one eyelid with difficulty, muttered 'I don't eat', then turned over, intending to continue to sleep.

The old servant shook his arm to keep him from sinking again.

"Young Master, please wake up, Young Master." Constantine's old voice was full of urgency: "Young Master, Miss Jiang is outside."

Dr. Duzem still had his eyes closed, but his floating thoughts tried hard to grasp the point of this sentence.

Miss Jiang?

His dull brain couldn't read the information effectively, and the old servant's persistent shaking made him unable to fall asleep again.

"Who is she?!" Dr. Duzem finally opened his sleepy eyes, and his tiredness and displeasure could not be concealed in his tone: "Don't you know that morning is my rest time?"

There's nothing worse than being pulled from sleep.

If there is, it is being repeatedly shaken from sleep.

"You must have a good reason, otherwise..." Dr. Duzem still didn't think about how to deal with his reckless servant even though he was angry at getting up.

"Miss Jiang, Young Master." The old servant respectfully handed him a hot towel and asked him to apply it on his face: "Miss Zhongshan Jiang's family, she sent a greeting card last weekend, and you have already agreed to this time." meet."

Dr. Duzem took the towel and wiped his eye sockets and temples vigorously, and his chaotic thoughts gradually woke up from the darkness.

Zhong Shan and the Jiang family?

The only big benefactor he is now? !

"Miss Jiang!" He jumped up, his face full of anxiety: "Why didn't you say earlier, quickly, please come in, please."

He knew very little about this Miss Jiang.

But Zhongshan Jiang's family has been his biggest supporter of magic experiments for several years.

Or rather, the sole supporter.

To him, this Ms. Jiang is more like a leader of the inspection work.

The old servant answered, raised his legs and walked out the door.

"Stand up straight, Konstantin!" Dr. Duzem yelled in a low voice behind him. "Stay still, you look like a baboon now."

The old servant stopped, straightened his back, stretched his clothes, and walked out the door with steady steps.

Dr. Duzem tidied up the draft paper scattered on the table indiscriminately, and pulled a few bald quills into the wastebasket at his feet. Then he rushed to the tall full-length mirror, brushed his hair together vigorously, pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to show a perfect smile.

"You need a new bow tie, sir." The mirror suddenly opened its mouth and complained hoarsely, "With all due respect, the oily thing hanging around your neck is more like a rag."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, took off the tie that had been hanging around his neck for a long time, and stuffed it into the back of the cabinet.

"And your robe! Sir." The mirror saw that own's suggestion was adopted to a certain extent, and his tone became a little cheerful: "The third button on your placket is beginning to be misplaced, and there seems to be some oil stains on your placket, and your The hood, it's not a hat anymore, it looks like Bigfoot took it to blow his nose..."

"Shut up!" Dr. Duzem's face was black, and his tone was blunt to prevent the own full-length mirror from continuing to rant: "The guests are coming, the only thing you can do is to shut your stinky mouth!"

While talking, he quickly corrected the misplaced buttons on the skirt.

"If the mirror can't talk, what's the difference between it and a salted fish!" Howled the dressing mirror, trying to get the attention of its owner.

The doctor coldly grabbed the purple-red blanket on the armchair and covered it on the mirror.

Then, the mirror quietly fell asleep.

"Young Master, the guests are here."

The door of the study room opened again, and the old servant Constantine walked straight ahead, gave the doctor a flawless greeting, and added in the reserved tone that servants of ancient noble families always use: "Miss Jiang Yu Come to visit with her male companion."

Before the doctor had time to speak, the guest behind the old servant walked over unceremoniously.

"Dr. Du Zemu." Jiang Yu had a Kun bag on one arm, hugged it in front of her abdomen, stretched out one hand, and handed it to the master of the research institute who greeted him with a smile: "I don't know if it has affected your rest, I'm sorry to disturb you so early .”

The doctor noticed a red-robed nerd holding a cardboard box behind her.

For a person from Alpha Academy, he doesn't have much prejudice against nine out of 10 students.

"Miss Jiang," Dr. Du Zemu held Jiang Yu's hand, kissed it lightly, then raised his head, and said loudly in an exaggerated voice: "It's really you. The last time I saw you was six years ago. I went to visit the old lady in Zhongshan...it coincided with your twelfth birthday. I remember that more than half of the great wizards of the Wumeng had gone. At the end of the day, I could only stay in the corner of the group photo...I didn't even have a head Zhaoquan. This time you must give me a chance to have a real photo with you."

"It's my honor." Jiang Yu smiled reservedly, and introduced the male companion beside him to the host: "This is Zheng Qing, my classmate, and also my friend...Jiuyou Academy's public-funded student this year."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Dr. Du Zemu stretched out his hand, grabbed Zheng Qing's arm, and shook it briefly.

It can be seen that his attitude towards Zheng Qing is much colder.