Hunting High School

Although it is late autumn, the large windows block the cold wind outside well. After being screened patiently by the glass, the sunlight falling on the desk is still the same as in summer, warm and lazy, which makes people squint unconsciously. eyes.

In the entire classroom, apart from Zheng Qing, only Jiang Yu and Li Meng belonged to Tianwen Class 08-1.

There are nine other students in the class, and there are three other colleges. Looking around, the four-color robes are integrated but distinct all over the classroom. Under the sun, they are like colorful lamps in front of a barbershop, shining brightly. Dizzying colors.

The class time is less than half, but Zheng Qing feels like a lifetime has passed. But at the same time, the faint fragrance from the witch at the same table gave him a feeling that time was fleeting.

In addition to the above-mentioned contradictory mentality, there are also distractions from time to time-a few words from the teacher on the podium, trivial things about the hunting team in the classroom, ratmen in the shop, shadows under their feet, etc., all of which are like a piece of paper. A piece of wall brick was laid on Zheng Qing's back one after another, firmly building him under the heavy pagoda.

Just when Zheng Qing was about to fall asleep completely, a transparent glass bottle the size of a thumb appeared under his nose. The bottle was filled with a transparent emerald green liquid, and many tiny air bubbles were mixed in the liquid. Those bubbles remained motionless in the liquid, as if they had frozen.

The two fingers holding the glass bottle are as green as jade, and the white skin exudes a charming luster like Amber in the sun.

"Spirit Potion."

Jiang Yu still didn't look up, just explained in a low voice with a fast speed: "The pharmacist at home can improve concentration, reduce mental fatigue, relax the mood... and it can restore magic power... Reach out, any Anything goes."

Zheng Qing spread her hands obediently.

The witch tilted the bottle slightly, and poured a drop of energy potion on Zheng Qing's wrist: "You can wait for it to take effect naturally and penetrate into the blood vessels under the skin of your wrist, or you can sniff it directly, which will be faster."

Immediately the wizard raised his wrist under his nose.

A sense of healing coolness hits the face, as if walking barefoot on the bluestone road after a heavy rain in the midsummer morning, the air is filled with the fragrance of soil and vegetation, and the magic power full of vitality surges between the heaven and the earth.

Refreshing, Zheng Qing can only think of this word in his mind at the moment.

Immediately, he subconsciously analyzed the scents he smelled: "Lemon oil, peppermint, sage... and sage? I always thought that sage was used as an anesthetic and a potion for increasing magic power."

"awesome."

The witch finally stopped the quill in her hand, and tilted her head to look at Zheng Qing, her eyes showing a trace of surprise: "Very few people can smell the smell of hauma... only a little bit is used in it, to take advantage of its stimulating effect on magic power. "

This look and tone of voice is very useful.

Before he could figure out how to compliment himself quietly without showing conceit, Li Meng, who was sitting on the other side of Jiang Yu, sneezed very loudly, and at the same time squinted at Zheng Qing with a contemptuous look. glance.

Her annoyance was justified.

If she was distracted in class, my cousin would just stretch out two fingers and use the oldest method to get her attention, and she would never waste precious magic potions.

The little witch didn't dare to blame her cousin for her different treatment, so she could only choose a more subtle way to express her own dissatisfaction.

Zheng Qing has long been used to this low-key protest method of the little witch.

"Not great, not great."

The young public finance student waved his hands again and again, while ignoring Li Meng's dissatisfaction, while trying to put on a modest appearance: "After staying with Xiao Xiao for a long time, I will always remember all kinds of strange knowledge..."

Having said that, the wizard's voice stopped abruptly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found in horror that the shadow of own had somehow squeezed out a look of sluggishness, and was sitting on Jiang Yu's shadow, making some shameless and obscene movements.

Because of the class, no one has noticed this abnormality for the time being.

The boy turned his head away and moved his shoulders vigorously, trying to keep the two shadows far away, but this made the own shadow even more arrogant—— Zheng Qing dared to bet with the little green snake in his ears that the shadow was definitely intentional.

"Is there any problem?" Jiang Yu immediately noticed the abnormality of the wizard, and the quill just raised stopped in place again, and asked with concern.

"No!"

Zheng Qing was about to yell this word, but at the last moment, he finally realized that he was still in class, and abruptly suppressed the yelling. After a few turns in his throat, the air flow turned into a short dry laugh:

"No... no problem, I just think what the teacher just said is very reasonable! Just like the sentence he said before, 'If you violate the rules of nature, you will naturally need to pay the corresponding price', the two words 'natural' in this sentence Great use of words."

Although adjectives like 'excellent' were used in the review, when Zheng Qing said the word 'natural', he still unconsciously glanced at the shadow of own, with great resentment in his voice, almost gnashing his teeth .

The witch nodded slightly, nodded in agreement, and then, as the wizard was full of prayers, as he wished, she pointed to the direction of the blackboard with the feather behind the pen, signaling him to hurry up and listen.

That means she won't be looking around.

Zheng Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time felt a little bit disappointed. If the shadow of own doesn't come around randomly, he very much hopes to chat with Jiang Yu for a while.

This different attitude towards class is completely different from Zheng Qing’s usual class experience—if Xin Fatty or Dr. Xiao Da sat next to him, he would inevitably chatter a few more words at this moment to eliminate the boring atmosphere in the class.

It's a pity that Jiang Yu and Li Meng are sitting beside him now.

Xu realized that the own pattern had lost the most important audience, and Zheng Qing's shadow immediately lay down like a slug, lazily lying down, twisting himself out of the twist, and splitting the position of his head seven or eight times. As if turning into a black octopus.

Hula!

Zheng Qing stood up resolutely, and pulled the wide curtains to block the bright sunlight outside the window. The shadow of the curtain fell, completely submerging Zheng Qing's shadow.

The Potions lecturer on the podium nodded slightly, not paying attention to the wizard's abrupt behavior, but pointing to a student sitting in another corner of the classroom:

"...Student, do you have any questions?"

The classmate Gan Ning mentioned is also an old acquaintance of Zheng Qing, Andrew Taylor from Alpha College, the young patriarch of the werewolf clan in Quebec, and a well-known local tyrant. Donated hundreds of jade coins to Cheung Kei Club.

Seeing his figure, Zheng Qing subconsciously remembered to stop his own Lin Yan in front of the library last week.