Hunting High School

Although Mr. Milley has ditched Veritaserum for a quill with the ability to spot lies, it is ultimately a compromise of some sort.

The yellow raccoon shook his ears and chose to accept the result.

After all, it was just a little mouse, even if it worked in Zheng Qing's shop, there was no need to quarrel with the old wizards of the alliance because of it or the big liar of the Mouse Fairy.

Thinking of this, the flower cat flicked its tail, turned around, and disappeared into the sunlight, and returned to the next door, the window sill of Sanyou Bookstore in the blink of an eye.

Everything in the store is still the same as when it left in the morning.

Even the snoring of the bookstore owner maintained its own rhythm, as if the sky could not wake him up. The yellow raccoon jumped up in dissatisfaction, turned into a yellow rainbow, and landed heavily on Mr.'s chest.

boom!

The raised dust bloomed in the morning light, and was engulfed by the air waves raised by the cat, rushing in all directions, but immediately, the long breath of the owner of the bookstore was like a pair of invisible hands, smoothing the tumbling air waves and dissolving them. Make wisps of gentle wind blowing around.

Without blowing down a row of bookshelves.

Only a few book pages and a few robe corners were moved.

The yellow raccoon snorted in frustration, raised its paws, stepped on the husband's chest viciously, stomped his feet twice, and growled:

"Your student is almost depressed, do you still have the mind to sleep here?"

The purring paused.

The owner of the bookstore raised his hand, removed the book covering his face, then lifted the cat up into the air, and looked at it helplessly: "Then what do you want me to do? It's hard for the forest to understand what mushrooms need."

"But the forest first grew from a mushroom...you must have a way!" The flower cat raised its paw, wiped its oily mouth, and raised its chin slightly:

"He is your student, not mine."

"If you agree, I can use magic to imprint optimistic thoughts on his soul or purify the mechanical will to abandon negative emotions, so that he can get rid of those troubles, but that method is too extreme and will seriously damage the integrity of the soul , depriving him of the possibility to go further... Unless necessary, no one would choose to drink poison to quench their thirst."

"Besides magic, don't you know any other skills?"

The yellow raccoon raised its tail, waved it violently, and let out a horrific cry: "He is still a child, there is no way you old bastards can just watch everything happening in the world indifferently."

"Give him some time and he'll recover."

The husband stroked the cat's fur comfortingly: "When you are young, you will have infinite possibilities... Heartbeat is not the beating of clock hands, and emotions are not the noise made by the gnashing of gears."

"You can talk to him!" The yellow raccoon finally couldn't help it, and said the thought that had been circling in his mind for a long time: "Talking to him will make him feel better... Aren't you worried that the forbidden spell will grow crooked? ?”

Mr. Wu was silent for a moment, and seemed to be moved.

At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head to look in the direction of the school hospital. After staring for a while, a smile appeared on his face:

"It's really a good idea... But it seems that you still need to queue up to chat with him."

"Line up?" The flower cat raised its tail and followed the husband's line of sight.

But as far as the eye can see, the originally clear school hospital seems to be shrouded in a bright starlight, piercing its tears, but can't see anything clearly.

"Has the legend passed?" Huang Huali stood up in surprise: "Who? That little girl Shi Hui or that old man Ruoyu? It can't be the Sea Demon King!"

The owner of the bookstore glanced at it speechlessly.

"You are a great wizard anyway, can you think before you speak?" He put the book on his face again, and said in a muffled voice: "Xiang Liu finally became an ancient, why can't he think about this island... "

The flower cat pinched its furry paws, calculated for a long time, and finally guessed uncertainly: "It must not be the mouse fairy, nor the black one."

Dark Behemoth or Professor Emma... I haven't heard that they have advanced to legend... Could it be Lao Yao? He succeeded? "

Looking back, the owner of the bookstore has fallen into a long nap again.

The flower cat raised its paw, as if it wanted to pump a few more times, but hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea. It was not easy to wake him up just now and say a few words to himself.

He is farther and farther away from this world.

...

...

The result of the yellow raccoon's divination was correct.

The legend entering the school hospital at this moment is the dean of Jiuyou College, Professor Yao.

When Professor Yao walked into the ward, Zheng Qing was sitting on the hospital bed, staring out the window in a daze.

He didn't even realize someone had walked in.

The professor didn't speak, put down the fruit basket, sat next to the boy, and looked out the window together, watching the bright morning sun smear the morning glow, distant mountains and treetops, watching the early birds catching insects, and the stars faintly shining in the sky. Bright.

After a long time, the professor stretched his waist, patted the boy on the shoulder, and asked casually:

"What are you looking at?"

"sunrise."

Zheng Qing replied bluntly, turned his head, and after a while, he realized that there was a guest in the ward. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and wanted to get up to greet him, but Professor Yao stretched out his hand and pressed him firmly on the hospital bed.

"You don't need to get up, you don't need to get up. It's good and comfortable like this." The professor wiped his smooth back hair, looked at the boy with a smile as usual, patted him on the shoulder, and then pointed out the window:

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?"

"yes."

Zheng Qing muttered, his mood suddenly sank a lot: "But this made me even more confused... After experiencing so many terrible things in the black prison, I can still sit here and appreciate the beauty of the world... I always feel that something is wrong That's right."

"Horrible and beautiful are contradictory, but not incompatible. When you wake up, you can find the beauty of life again, and feel the meaning of life, which is very good... much better than I imagined."

Speaking of this, the dean of Jiuyou Academy blinked and added in a low voice: "Especially on your bedside table are the flowers sent by Mr. Su and classmate Jiang Yu... Oh, and there is also a pot of Death hat? This is an interesting thing. one's gift."

The Death cap is the poisonous cap, also known as the high fungus or the poisonous umbrella. As the name suggests, this is a highly poisonous mushroom. Old-school wizards like to use corpses as a culture medium to cultivate this magic plant to obtain more subtle poisons. The new generation of wizards prefer to extract its venom as a catalyst and use it in various newly developed magic reagents.

Either way, wizards rarely gift mushrooms of this kind - especially to sick people - and it's clearly not a good gift for blessings.