Hunting High School

There is wind and branches outside the window.

The sun fell on his cheeks, Zheng Qing watched the shadows of the branches swaying in the sun, it seemed that even the sun was rippled by the wind, lying in the sun, like lying in a warm hot spring, the warm sunshine is Slightly rippling spring water.

He opened his mouth and took a bite of the sunshine. It was soft and warm, like the marshmallows just taken out of the oven, but it lacked a little bit of sweetness, and it was bitter instead.

Zheng Qing knew that the bitterness was left by the residual juice of the potion left in his mouth.

Subconsciously, the description in Tsvetaeva's poem drifted through his mind-the veins are filled with sunlight, not blood, I am alone, facing my own soul, feeling the strangeness of life-of course, the original poem is not So, but the general content is similar.

Just like in the separate ward where he is at the moment, he is alone, alone, except for his own soul and the sunlight outside the window, there is no other existence to express his emotions.

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Today is the seventh day since Zheng Qing woke up from a coma.

The guests and therapists in the ward came and went, and the sun rose and set outside the window. The only thing that remained unchanged was Zheng Qing who was lying on the bed. He still couldn't get much magic power from his body and looked extremely weak.

This state makes the boys a little irritated.

He sighed deeply, raised his head, and looked at the familiar environment around him.

The ward is not big, about 20 square meters, and the interior decoration is mainly white, simple and clean.

On the ceiling above the head is an exquisite lamp panel, in which several white candles of different heights are burning slowly, hanging with light blue flames - the firelight of this medicinal candle can be Bixie, and the smoke can calm the mind, Not every ward is eligible for use.

There is a long table against the wall on the left side of the hospital bed, which is filled with fruit baskets and bouquets from visitors; on the right side is a small tea table and a gray leather sofa. A canopy of fresh gypsophila.

Zheng Qing's attention did not fall on the pale red flowers, but looked at the calendar next to the vase. The palm-sized paper marked today's date with eye-catching numbers.

June twenty-seventh.

Lunar calendar, the fifth day of May (Run).

Dragon Boat Festival.

It is appropriate to receive certificates, pray for blessings, and sacrifice.

Avoid, moving, moving into a house, setting up a bed.

Only when he saw the word 'Run' could he realize that this was his second Dragon Boat Festival this year. Last month's Dragon Boat Festival and the subsequent Caring Day seemed to have happened last year, blurred and far away in his mind.

But none of that is the point.

The point is that today is the last day of the 2008-09 academic year final exam of First University, but Zheng Qing can only stay in the ward and cannot participate.

According to the school's original plan, the final exams are scheduled for the seventeenth and eighteenth weeks of this semester, that is, from June 9th to June 19th.

Due to the Black Prison War and the invasion of the Kuroshio, the exam was postponed for one week, from June 20th to June 27th, and the difficulty of the exam was adjusted accordingly. performance, greatly increasing the weight of practice.

For many students, such as Nicholas, who has been in his freshman year for three years and has become a wizard of the North this year, it is a fortunate thing.

But for other students who are usually honest and honest, study hard, obey the school's arrangements in the Kuroshio tide, and stay in the dormitory peacefully, the school's policy is not so friendly.

Of course, bad luck or luck has nothing to do with Zheng Qing.

He stayed in the ward and was unable to take practical exams. The only thing he could do was put his hands together and pray to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and bless the school to accept his appeal application.

A few days ago, with the help of his companions, he filled out an application form, applying for his performance in the Dreamland and Hell War to be counted into the final practice points. Because of their own final grades, several hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team were very active, but Zheng Qing had reservations about it.

Especially considering the slender red sky pillar he toppled in the black prison, Zheng Qing is even more pessimistic—he doesn’t think players who score their own goals will get good reviews, and worse, if the school asks him How to recover the repair cost of Hell Castle? And the horrifying casualty reports...

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing slapped himself on the face, annoyed that he was lost for a while, and Xin Fatty forced him to fill out the application form.

If the school ignored me before, but re-examined what I did in the black prison because of that application form, wouldn't it be like throwing a stone at my own feet—especially when he was carrying a detention for probation, he could He said that if the school ordered him to withdraw from school based on this, he would not have much confidence to ask for a review.

It seems to have noticed the anxiety of the wizard.

On the side of the hospital bed, in the slightly swaying sunlight, a few slender tentacles protruded from a thick black, like fingers, patted the boy's pillow comfortingly.

is his shadow.

Since returning to school, the shadow that had been bifurcated in the world of Hell due to two rounds of sun has regained its uniqueness, and the color has become more intense and deeper. What remains unchanged is the activity of the shadow, which far exceeds the shadow of an ordinary wizard, like a soul locked under Zheng Qing's feet. From time to time, Zheng Qing can still clearly feel the shadow's thoughts and its anxiety.

He has actually been reduced to being comforted by the shadow.

The young public fee student thought dejectedly, glanced at the slender black shadow fingers on the pillow, and suddenly became more confident for no reason.

This is the shadow of own!

In any case, the shadow of Own dragged a great wizard from the opposing faction to die together. This is one of the best records in the battlefield of Hell. From any angle, there is no reason for the school to kick such an outstanding student out of the school.

Just as he was thinking, those slender black shadow fingers gestured quickly, as if in sign language, as if he wanted to express something to Zheng Qing.

"It's okay, it's okay."

This is not the first time, Zheng Qing waved his hand helplessly, and emphasized: "I didn't wake up when she came, and she wasn't there when I woke up. It's no use being anxious with me!"

The shadow hopes that Zheng Qing will find Su Shijun and cut him off from Zheng Qing's feet again. But on the one hand, the timing is always unlucky, Zheng Qing has not met Su Shijun face to face after waking up; So dragging.

I don't know if he noticed the boy's inconsistency, those slender shadow fingers twisted and turned into a paper crane, flying back and forth in the sunlight.

It means to let Zheng Qing take the initiative to contact Su Shijun.

"Ah... I'm so sleepy."

Zheng Qing blinked, yawned big, reached out and pulled up the thin quilt on her body, covered her head and began to doze off, pretending that she didn't see any hint of the shadow.