Hunting High School

"Nightmare?"

Dr. Xiao Da's familiar voice sounded in the dormitory: "It's just right, it's almost time, since you're awake, don't go to sleep anymore, get up and go to morning class."

Zheng Qing opened his eyes, staring at the mottled wall covering on the ceiling, and the slowly rotating bronze mirror suspended in mid-air by thin wires, and was silent for a moment.

The panic in the dream dissipated quickly under the washing of the steady reality, but the soreness in his body definitely told him that he had worked hard in his sleep last night.

"Hey, get up when you wake up, don't lie on the ground." Xiao Xiao approached, and kicked the wizard lightly: "It will be October soon, and the ground is very cold."

Zheng Qing shivered subconsciously, and sat up numbly. It wasn't because the ground was cold, but because the doctor's kick reminded him of the kick he was kicked by senior sister Kerma in his dream.

Not far away, Xin Fatty and Tuantuan were snoring one after another, and the sound of birds chirping faintly came from the window.

The little elves screamed, and holding hot towels, toothbrushes and water, they flew lightly to the wizard, beckoning him to wash up.

The wizard sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless.

"Having a nightmare?" Xiao Xiao brushed his teeth, looking at the wizard in surprise.

Naturally, Zheng Qing couldn't tell his companions about his bad experience last night—he dared to bet that if he told the truth, he would definitely be laughed at as "Zheng Zha" for a whole day, no, a whole month!

He leaned against the six-poster bed and sat on the floor. After a while, he replied in a deep tone:

"From Monday to Friday, just because I wake up doesn't mean I'm awake; on Saturday and Sunday, just because I wake up doesn't mean I wake up significance."

"No, you're just being lazy."

Dr. Xiao Da spat out the mouthwash, took the belts from the elves, and corrected calmly: "Being lazy may have something to do with sand larvae, but it has absolutely nothing to do with any magical theory."

Sand time larvae are also called slackers, last year was also this time period, those worms made a fuss in the academy for a while, and the sand time royal jelly that Zheng Qing used to treat the elves was saved at that time.

It's just that Zheng Qing didn't really discuss the magic theory of the duality of soul and body. He just wanted to find an excuse to avoid the doctor's questioning.

Seeing that Xiao Xiao was no longer obsessed with his nightmare, the young public fee student immediately got up and washed up.

This positive attitude continued until the end of the morning classes.

"Why didn't Poseidon come to accompany you for morning class today?" Xiao Xiao asked casually while helping his old turtle wipe off the graffiti drawn by someone on its shell.

"Well, maybe I'm sleeping late." Zheng Qing replied vaguely—he couldn't tell Xiao Xiao that the little fox was probably fluttering butterflies in the Qingqiu mansion—and at the same time pointed to the air: "What is that? Come at us!"

In mid-air, a huge paper crane was hovering, stretching its neck to look for its own target.

Xiao Xiao dropped the tortoise in his hand, stood up straight, raised his arms, and whistled. The origami crane fluttered its paper-folded wings, and landed on the short wizard's arm in a calm manner, gently scratching his glasses legs.

"The latest issue of the school newspaper,"

The doctor adjusted his glasses, took apart the paper cranes, left only the front page, and threw the other pages to Zheng Qing: "Didn't Fatty say that Professor Yao published an article in the school newspaper yesterday, I'm very interested."

Zheng Qing shrugged, took those 'excess' pages, did not open them, but squeezed to Xiao Xiao's side, and looked at the front page together with him.

The front page published Professor Yao’s signed article—Truth, Philosophy and My World View—in a huge space, but this article is not the only content on the front page. block newsletter.

Zheng Qing's eyes first fell on the newsletter.

The content of the communication is very simple. It is announced that Professor Emma will succeed Ms. Shi Hui as the new vice president of the First University. Behind this news, it is mentioned that Professor Emma has successfully advanced (quasi) legend

After the rank, the Grand Wizarding Conference of the Wizarding Union sent a congratulatory message.

"What is the rank of quasi-legendary?" Zheng Qing heard of this division for the first time.

"It's a euphemism for the failure of advanced legends." Xiao Xiao rarely showed a bit of sharpness, paused, and then added: "Just like the literal meaning, slightly stronger than the great wizard but not a real legend, between Between the top great wizard and the legend, because he watched the legend's demeanor in the advanced ceremony, he already has a bit of the power of a legendary wizard. Well, it can't even be ruled out that he has the ability to cast one or two legendary magics."

"Professor Emma," Zheng Qing lingered on the newsletter for the last few seconds, and sighed slightly: "What a pity."

But I don't know if it's a pity that Professor Emma failed to advance, or it's a pity that Professor Yao failed to become the vice president of the First University.

"Your breakfast!" Xin Fatty shouted from afar.

No one paid him any attention.

Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao stood at the edge of the grass, each clutching one side of the front page of the school newspaper, their heads huddled together, reading Lao Yao's article intently.

When Fatty came running out of breath, seeing this scene, he was stunned at first, and then there was a trace of curiosity on his face: "That article by Lao Yao? Excuse me, who can explain it to me after reading it? Although the editorial department got the draft yesterday , but to be honest, I read it many times, but I couldn’t read it, and my mind went blank after reading it, and I didn’t know what was written in it.”

Still no one paid him any attention.

Zheng Qing sniffed, took out a meat bun from the paper bag in Fatty's arms, and at the same time stretched out his finger, pointing at the position he read, and continued reading word by word:

"Among Realm's advanced wizards, you'd be hard-pressed to find a wizard without ideals. However, this ideal is different from that of ordinary wizards."

"For ordinary masters, on the one hand, they hope to gain the favor of the truth, and on the other hand, they are afraid of the impact of the truth of the world. This feeling is similar to the sublimation of a child's feelings for his father. For the truth, wizards and him in a certain place To some extent a personal connection is established, no matter how much ideals and beliefs there are in it."

"But 'I' is obsessed with Karma in all these connections. For 'I', the future is as inevitable and certain as the past. The ideal is not Sacred's, but a purely rational thing."

"The ideals and beliefs of 'I' appear in this form: fascinated by the harmony of natural regularities, which reveals a reason so deep; compared with this, all meaningful things of wizards Thinking and arranging are nothing but tiny reflections. As long as 'I' can break free from the slavery of instinctive desires, this understanding will be the guiding principle of 'I' Life and exploration. There is no doubt that this understanding is consistent with the magic of all ages. The cognitions shared by geniuses are closely related”