Hunting High School

Thinking of the green snake getting into his ear hole and then coming out of his ear hole again, Zheng Qing couldn't help thinking of the cartoons and movies he watched when he was a child, thinking of the monk with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, and how loud he was. The scene where she yelled and pulled out the embroidery needle from her ear:

"Hey! Eat my old grandson!"

He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes with a smile, grinned, and pinched out the third formula.

The green snake held its head up to spit out the letter, opened its mouth wide, and took a deep breath, its narrow neck bulging visible to the naked eye. A thought crossed Zheng Qing's mind, and a bad thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

Before he could realize this idea, he saw a bright red welling up in the mouth of the green snake, which was as big as a grain of rice at first, and then became as big as a chicken in an instant, and destruction and death surged in the blood color.

Just like the breath surging on the slender red sky pillar on the battlefield of Hell.

The boy was tongue-tied and stared blankly at the bright red. All the experiences in the black prison flashed through his mind again, and he froze in place for a moment, unable to move.

But the green snake ignored his panic, and opened its mouth to spit out, like a fire dragon breathing out, the bright red shot out like a sharp arrow, straight to the coffee table on the other side of the hospital bed.

"stop!!"

Zheng Qing finally regained control of her body, roaring at the top of her lungs.

The green snake immediately closed its mouth, cut off the subsequent breath, then tilted its head, looking at the pale boy in confusion. The red and blue pupils were crystal clear, appearing extraordinarily innocent.

Zheng Qing didn't care about the confusion of the green snake, his eyes closely followed the red light that had shot out.

Snapped!

The crisp snapping of fingers echoed in the small ward, interrupting the young wizard's roar and shattering the bright red streamer. Panting heavily, Zheng Qing stared blankly at the bright red color turning into dots of fluorescent light, which quietly disappeared into the air.

for a long time.

He turned his head slowly, looked at Mr., and said in a difficult voice, "I..."

"You didn't mean to, I know."

The husband patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, as if he was not surprised: "You can think of me as encouraging you to do this... With this kind of experience, next time, you should know what to do."

Zheng Qing lowered his eyelids, silently pinched the first tactic, the green snake flashed in place, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into his left ear hole.

The feeling of flooding in the brain came up again.

The gentleman's voice gradually became clear from far to near: "...this little snake is like a floodgate on a dam, it opens and closes according to your needs, and it won't affect you in any way on weekdays... According to my calculations, When the power of your forbidden spell wipes it out completely, you should be able to control the power in your body. So, you can treat it as a pet, there is no harm."

Zheng Qing subconsciously picked out her ears and shook her head.

Nothing came out.

He stared at his fingertips in a daze, thinking about what his husband had said. Indeed, this little green snake not only did no harm to him, but also had many benefits. Regardless of curbing the headache and helping him control the power of the forbidden curse, just by killing his obsession and gaining the friendship of an ancient person, it is heart-pounding.

It's just that the powerful medicine that Mr. suddenly poured into him has made him feel depressed again, even though he still hasn't recovered completely.

"No sin is irreparable."

The gentleman's gentle voice sounded in the boy's ear: "As long as there is hope in this world, and you are full of gratitude for this world, and always remain humble for magic... Remember, you are just a wizard, never overestimate yourself for this world. harm, but never underestimate your help and role in this world.”

Zheng Qing forced a smile: "I thought that sentence was 'never overestimate your role in the world, and never underestimate your harm to the world'."

"The difference here is confidence."

The gentleman stared at the young wizard, showing a bit of solemnity: "Antonio Gramsci wrote in "Notes from Prison", 'The old world is dying, but the new world has not yet been born'... He is full of enthusiasm for the new world.

confidence, as I have confidence in you. "

"I hope that when you walk out of this room, you can really walk out of your Hearts Demon at the same time... instead of pretending to let go of the burden in your heart. Destruction and Death are not such terrible things. Thunder can moisten the earth, and so can volcanoes. Fertile soil. The subtleties between life and death are difficult to understand in our whole life... You are still young, you just need to muster up your own courage when facing everything, and look directly at everything in front of you. "

"Confidence and courage are the essence of magic that are more difficult to master than many advanced magic skills."

courage.

Hearing this word, Zheng Qing inexplicably felt a little ashamed.

Ever since he woke up and remembered everything that happened on the battlefield of the Hell, these two words have been hovering in his mind, making him unable to free himself—because he first opened the book, rushed into the air, rushed to the place By the side of the Terberon, he wanted to die with it, and prevent the Terberon from repeatedly resetting the time.

Originally, he thought he did this because he was brave and fearless.

But after waking up in the ward, after a long period of silent reflection, Zheng Qing had to admit in his heart that he was not as brave as he thought.

The reason why he dared to risk his life to die with that Terberon was because he had blown up the incarnation of Satogua, followed his husband back to reality from the blank land, and had "resurrected from the dead".

Perhaps when he rushed up, in a dark and small corner of his heart, some unknown thoughts echoed-"I can't die", "Mr. will save me", "She should worship me "I died for the school once, the school will not expel me."

"You should scold me."

Zheng Qing reflected on what he had done, smiled at himself, and bravely looked at Mr.: "I regard your teachings as self-willed confidence, and recklessness as courage, I..."

He really wanted to say that he was wrong and would never do that again, but he didn't say it, and felt that it was too hypocritical, and the verbal guarantee was useless.

After such a pause, he suddenly got stuck, so that he didn't know what to say next.

But sir knows.

The gentleman nodded slightly, and did not show the slightest annoyance at the boy's hesitation, and his attitude was as gentle as ever: "Any skilled magic, it's not your fault that you waved a stick like a savage when you first learned it. Courage also needs continuous practice, and you can slowly learn it." Take it slow."

"Death is a very simple thing."

"But it is difficult to think meaningfully and courageously to die. In other words, in many cases, only by doing an impossible thing with the belief that you must die can you have the possibility of success."