Hunting High School

Single, unmarried, mother.

Work, Life, Study, Parenting.

Every word in these two sentences made Zheng Qing feel cold sweat running down his back. He always felt that the great wizard behind the desk was pointing something, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

Hell, you are a great wizard, even if there are no servants around, can't you still have fresh juice or hot tea? !

What about the magic of making tea?

What about the serving elf?

While slandering from the bottom of his heart, the young public finance student tried hard to squeeze out a slightly obsequious smile, and responded repeatedly: "No, no, very thoughtful, very thoughtful."

"Oh? You mean I can handle it well by myself?" The witch raised her eyebrows: "...I bought coffee mills but didn't buy coffee beans, I bought tea bags but didn't buy teacups... Do you think this kind of life is very thoughtful? ?”

Zheng Qing felt white smoke rising from the top of his head.

"Zhou... I don't know... right?" The young public finance student answered with difficulty, and at the same time realized that Su Shijun should not continue to take the initiative in the topic, otherwise he would not be able to resist sooner or later, and he would suffer a crushing defeat.

"What about the rest?"

He stabilized his mind, immediately changed the topic, and said casually: "I didn't see anyone on the way in just now, even the parrot in the hall disappeared... Could it be that they all went to the opening ceremony?"

After guessing, even he himself couldn't help laughing.

Parrots are fine, they always like to be lively, and it's not uncommon to go to the opening ceremony to have fun. But the researchers affiliated with the Institute of Applied Magic are not students, and have never participated in such activities in the school—even the school hunting party, these researchers seldom participate.

Unexpectedly, this time he guessed correctly.

"That's right, they did attend the opening ceremony." The owner of the laboratory waved her hand, her tone and attitude showed that she felt very bored: "It is said that the candidate for the new vice principal may be announced at the ceremony, and everyone is very interested... "

Zheng Qing couldn't help but knocked his heels.

He also wants to know who the new vice-principal is!

But there were more important things at the moment, so the wizard had to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and continued the boring and tense conversation: "... Su Man and Su Ya also went?"

As the head maid of the Qingqiu mansion, in Zheng Qing's impression, Su Man was by Su Shijun's side most of the time. Theoretically, they are not part of the staff of First University and should not be interested in the new vice president.

"It's a small matter at home, I sent them back." Su Shijun stretched his waist, not caring about showing his fine lines in front of the wizard.

Zheng Qing strives to maintain a certain delicate balance between avoidance and compulsion to look, naturalness and deliberation.

The little fox on the coffee table snorted and looked at his old father with contempt.

This made the wizard slightly ashamed.

Snapped!

A fluffy piece of parchment flew from behind the desk, and slammed it heavily in front of the young public fee student, creating a small wind, blowing the long hair of the little fox lying on the coffee table.

"What?" Zheng Qing hesitated, not touching the parchment immediately.

"Aren't you here to cut shadows?" Su Shijun pushed his glasses and glanced at him.

Before the wizard could speak, the shadow under his feet hastily climbed onto the coffee table, and transformed into five slender fingers, like the tentacles of an octopus, rolling up the parchment.

Zheng Qing knew for the first time that own shadows can even shake real objects!

"Why do you..." He stared at his own shadow in a daze, he was tongue-tied, and for a moment he forgot what he wanted to ask just now: "...is it still like this?"

Shadow didn't make a sound, just held the rolled parchment in front of Zheng Qing.

This made the wizard feel a little better. If the own shadow can not only move around, but also chat, Zheng Qing feels that he will definitely be depressed.

"What's so strange about that?"

Behind the desk, Su Shi Junyi

Holding his hand in front of his chest, holding a quill in the other hand, scratching his chin with the long feather, looking at the shadow on the coffee table holding the parchment, thoughtfully: "It is also a super-dimensional creature after all. .Although it is only two-dimensional to three-dimensional, super-dimensional is super-dimensional... The weight of a piece of parchment can’t weigh its two catties.”

This sounds quite reasonable.

Zheng Qing was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his hand, propped his chin, closed his surprised mouth, and then looked down at the parchment in front of him.

It was a standard contract, which stipulated the rights and obligations of the three parties involved in cutting the shadow, including the authorization required by the "shadow cutter" Ms. The rights claimed by the shadow part also include that the "independent shadow" must not do any harm to the main body and friendly third parties, and so on.

The terms and conditions are very detailed.

At the end of the contract, in addition to the blank space for the signature in triplicate, there are watermarked angel script and devil script as the incantation seal certified by an independent third party.

Zheng Qing noticed that there was already a blurred line in the signature that belonged to the shadow, as if it was a sign of sticky phlegm.

He didn't sign for the first time.

Instead, he looked up at the witch behind the desk.

"What is this?" The boy confirmed with some uncertainty: "When I cut the shadow last year, I don't remember it being so troublesome..."

He remembered very clearly that last year Su Shijun took a laptop, opened it, and tricked him into clicking an x ​​randomly, and then the shadow was inexplicably lost—from the beginning to the end, no similar contract was signed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zheng Qing felt that Su Shijun's face behind the desk showed a little bit of embarrassment.

"There are so many whys!"

The voice of the witch sounded a little bit annoyed: "Last year... Last year was a lab behavior! After you joined the project, you automatically made a rational commitment... This year is your own shadow, and there is no one like my lab. Tong Zier's relationship!"

While speaking, she threw the quill in her hand and threw it at Zheng Qing. The emerald green quill drew an elegant arc in mid-air, landed lightly on the parchment, and signed the witch's name in a fluttering manner.

Zheng Qing shrugged.

In fact, he doesn't care about the difference between cutting shadows this year and last year, but once bitten by a snake, he always has a little ptsd stress reaction in this laboratory, so it is inevitable that he will talk more nonsense.

After signing.

A very light-colored flame suddenly burst out from the four corners of the parchment, and it turned into four tongues of flame in an instant, surrounding the entire contract, and then from the outside to the inside, the entire contract was burned into a pile of black ash in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing hesitated, and moved half step to the side, revealing his own figure. Poseidon, who was originally lying on the coffee table, also poked his head out of the edge of the table curiously, and looked out.