Hunting High School

"It's literally."

Xiao Xiao lowered his eyelids, and lazily replied: "People who have been tricked have learned to wear masks; and the wizards who sent out 'women's dolls' are not satisfied with seeing wizards wearing women's clothes... According to my prediction, it will be very soon Soon, you'll be seeing wizards parading around in miniskirts, see-throughs and even sexy lingerie."

Zheng Qing subconsciously shuddered as he imagined that terrible scene.

Then, he realized a small detail, and belatedly looked at the short wizard next to him: "Speaking of which... why are you so familiar?"

"I got a perfect score in divination class." Dr. Xiao Da replied simply with a straight face.

Zheng Qing also got full marks in divination class—although it was a coincidence—but he didn’t know much about women’s dolls, and he never thought about divination for witch dolls, or for divination in schools where there would be girls in miniskirts wizard.

But looking at the doctor's face, the young public-funded student wisely shut up and stopped discussing this topic. He couldn't grab Xiao Xiao by the collar and force him to ask if Mr. Sima forced him to take over the doll in women's clothing.

That was too cruel.

As long as the person involved made up his mind not to mention this kind of thing, even if Zheng Qing burned a catty of animal bones and tortoise shells, it would not be possible at all.

Especially when a fortune-teller is determined to hide something, unless the inquirer becomes a great wizard or even a legend, and jumps out of the shackles of fate, it is possible to glimpse the truth behind the fog.

In the silence, the two had already crossed the lakeside one after the other, and entered the tree-lined road covered with bluestone slabs between the middle and back yards.

Entering October, the weather is getting cooler.

On the way back to the dormitory, the leaves of the sycamore tree were scattered all over the ground, and they squealed under their feet, which made people feel a little unbearable-although everyone knew that those leaves were lifeless, but the strong commonwealth of the wizards Emotional ability always makes them tangled in such subtleties.

"Suggestions should be given to the school work committee to let them clean up these fallen leaves."

Zheng Qing walked behind the doctor, muttering, saying sorry to the leaves from the bottom of his heart, while stepping on the fallen leaves unceremoniously: "...the night patrol team can do this kind of thing."

"When you were on patrol, you didn't have such a positive attitude." Xiao Xiao walked in front of Zheng Qing, without looking back, but unceremoniously criticized a certain wizard who was boastful and inconsistent with his words and deeds.

Zheng Qing felt that he was still brooding over his previous 'unintentional words'.

He felt that he had the responsibility to improve this delicate atmosphere, so he looked around, trying to find some lighter topics: "Well... there are a lot of people outside today, and I usually don't feel this way when I point it out. This reminds me of A point of view, if you look up on the road you are used to, you will discover a whole new world."

Xiao Xiao finally turned his head, and looked at him silently, his eyes were full of concern.

Looking at it, Zheng Qing felt a little uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter how much Deva you hold up today." The apologetic fortune-teller's tone finally became a little kinder: "It's just because it's Saturday."

"It's been so long." Zheng Qing smacked his lips for the days that passed like water, sighed deeply, and cheered up a little: "What's the training plan for today's hunting team? Or is it a second-level blogger? Battle formation?"

Xiao Xiao stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"Do you still have to train today?" He had a very obvious confusion on his face: "Don't you have other arrangements?"

"Why do you have other arrangements?" Zheng Qing obviously didn't grasp the point of the conversation, and also looked confused: "It's Saturday anyway, everyone is free and free...the school hunting competition is coming soon...our instructor for the selection task The candidate hasn't been decided yet... Sigh, what a headache."

Xiao Xiao finally confirmed that the wizard next to him had no sense of time at all.

"Today is the 15th." The apologetic fortuneteller turned back and continued to walk forward, and said in a calm tone, "I asked Sima to go to Osmanthus Garden tonight...I probably don't have time to attend the training you requested temporarily."

He bit the word "temporary" very hard.

"fifteen?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and hadn't recovered from the previous second: "No, today isn't October 3rd...the 3rd...August 15th? Mid-Autumn Festival? Oh! I feel like I forgot something today I'm still a little uneasy all the time!"

The wizard let out a strange cry, raised his head subconsciously, and looked towards the sky.

In the evening, the sun has not completely set, and the moon may have risen, but hidden in the pale white sky, it has not yet revealed its bright and round figure.

"Why didn't anyone remind me? It's August 15th today!" The young public finance student babbled, following behind the doctor, walking all the way, muttering all the way: "...Why no one reminded me...I didn't even buy mooncakes ...The cafeteria didn't even sell mooncakes today? You're really a stranger in a foreign land..."

Until the door of the dormitory, Xiao Xiao finally couldn't help it, interrupted the wizard behind him who was croaking like a frog after the rain, and reminded: "It's not too late for you to know now... Isn't the moon up yet?"

The moon hadn't really risen yet.

Zheng Qing finally shut up.

Unlike before going to university, wizards pay more attention to the Upper, Middle and Lower Sanyuan Festival than the Mid-Autumn Festival, so much so that there is no separate holiday for this day in the First University's schedule.

Just like last year, because the Mid-Autumn Festival was just the second weekend after school started, Zheng Qing's mind was occupied with information about the novel world around him, the scary night patrol, etc. When he recovered, the first semester would be over.

But indifference does not mean complete neglect.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, many wizards also have the habit of gathering together to worship the moon, appreciate the osmanthus and enjoy the moonlight. Especially for wizards and wizards in love, any day that brings the two together is a good day to celebrate.

"Where are you and Sima going to enjoy sweet-scented osmanthus?" The young public servant looked eagerly at the short wizard.

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and said a philosophical nonsense: "Every wizard has every wizard's sweet-scented osmanthus tree, you should look for your own tree, and you shouldn't keep staring at other people's trees."

Now that he mentioned "my own tree", Zheng Qing immediately thought of the cat fruit tree.

His eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that admiring the moon on the cat fruit tree seemed to be a good choice—imagine, the willows on the moon, after dusk, no people from last year, only today's cat.

Thinking of this, he pushed the doctor away and rushed into the dormitory door first.

He needs a quill pen to write down the few words that just flashed in his mind, and then open the window to let the paper crane that carries his thoughts fly.

Xiao Xiao originally intended to remind Zheng Qing that Jiang Yu was probably still in the library, but after helping the crooked glasses on his face, the apologetic fortune-teller finally decided to shut up.