Hunting High School

The Linzhong Lake at night is extremely quiet.

Insects don't fly, birds don't sing, fish don't swim.

The pale moonlight fell on the pitch-black lake, sparkling with sparkling light, like a broken mirror, making one dizzy to look at.

Zheng Qing sat by the lake blankly, facing the broken lake, thinking hard, why he is here.

Attend class? No, it's already evening and there are no classes scheduled.

self-study? No, even across a small square, Zheng Qing could see that the Shushan Hall not far away was completely dark, without any light, let alone self-study.

Dating? But with whom?

Before he could think clearly, a hand patted on his shoulder.

"You are here!" A familiar voice sounded in his ear, bringing out a string of silver bell-like laughter.

Zheng Qing suddenly turned his head, and as far as he could see, he could only see a slim figure gradually disappearing into the thick fog by the lake.

"Slow down," he yelled, running after him.

Running a few steps, and chasing into the depths of the dense fog, Zheng Qing grabbed the figure domineeringly and pinned her against the thick and mottled trunk of the plane tree.

The long eyelashes trembled violently and slowly drooped.

A blush painted her fair cheeks.

The girl didn't refuse, but her breathing became short of breath.

"What am I doing?" When Zheng Qing tried to kiss, this thought suddenly appeared in his mind: "Who is she?"

He shook his head vigorously, and the girl's face flickered in front of him.

Very familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar.

Her eyes seemed large and beautiful, but they seemed only dark and bright.

Her lips were a bright rose color for a while, looking plump and pleasant; for a while they were tightly pressed together, as if she was suppressing something.

Her hairstyle is very strange.

On the left is long straight black hair, exuding a faint fragrance of jasmine; on the right is big chestnut-red waves, trembling with a seductive aura.

"What is that!" The girl suddenly exclaimed, pointing behind him.

Zheng Qing turned around and looked.

The originally broken lake surface collapsed completely, revealing a ferocious fish head.

The head of the fish is tens of meters high, with a pair of dull round eyes staring at the young men and women not far from the shore.

"... hiss... eat..."

A dry sound came out of the fish's mouth.

The fish head moved towards the shore little by little, gradually revealing the sharp fins on the head, shoulders and neck, thick arms, and the chest and abdomen covered with blue-black scales.

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"... Hiss... Shredded..."

A stench came head-on as the fish head approached, making it suffocating.

"It's the Murloc King, let's go!" Zheng Qing turned around and pushed hard.

The girl immediately disappeared into the thick fog.

"It's cool in the north! No, it's the cold north wind! No, no!" Zheng Qing frantically flipped through his own book, yelling various spells, and finally saw the required spell in an inconspicuous corner.

"Northern wind is cool!!" He stood up and threw the book at the murloc.

A huge bright light pierced through the dark night and hit the murlocs, rumbling thunder sounded from afar.

"Aww!!!" the murloc roared angrily, and quickly retreated to the depths of the lake, gradually disappearing from sight.

The surface of the lake returned to a shattered calm.

The mist covered it again.

The battle just a moment ago disappeared like an illusion.

"Meow..." A timid kitten meowed in the depths of the dense fog.

Zheng Qing hesitated, and followed the sound.

On a rockery by the lake, a young white short-haired cat is catching dancing black butterflies. Its chubby paws are shining softly in the moonlight, and it even shakes its head and tail when jumping, looking cute.

"I can't catch it!" He felt something in his heart and shouted, trying to rush forward to stop it.

"Ah, I'm in trouble." A hoarse and pleasant voice sounded next to his ears, a slim figure rose from the lake, and the mist shrouded her like a gauze, making it impossible to see her true face.

A huge force came from behind, pushing Zheng Qing heavily into the lake.

Bright red, viscous liquid poured from all directions, and poured in along his long mouth, along his nostrils, and ears.

Zheng Qing waved his arms, struggled, and slowly sank into the depths of the lake.

Before he sank completely, he heard the last words:

"Cuteness is also an original sin."

"Plop!" With a scream, Zheng Qing rolled out of the curtain and fell headfirst on the carpet.

"Xixi..." The elves woke up quickly, fluttering their wings, watching the young wizard muttering worriedly, and crawled back to the bed.

On the window sill, the squinting and dozing Tuantuan Tuan Tuan's beard shook a little, and then snored disapprovingly again.

It was getting dark.

The sky was cloudy outside the window, and the moonlight could not be seen.

...

Saturday morning.

When Xiao Xiao greeted Zheng Qing for morning class again, the normally active public-funded students did not show up for a long time.

It wasn't until Xiao Xiao drove the group of little elves into the curtain that Zheng Qing climbed out of his own six-poster bed listlessly.

"Aren't you going to do morning class?" Xiao Xiao put on his belt, and when he turned to look at Zheng Qing, he was startled by his face, and rarely swears: "Crack...what's going on!"

Xiao Xiao raised his voice a lot, obviously ignoring the other sleeping figures in the dormitory.

"Aw!" Tuan Tuan yelled in dissatisfaction, twisting his fat body, and arched into the depths of Xin Fatty's bed.

Fatty snorted twice and continued to play chess with Duke Zhou.

In mid-air, those screaming elves were also startled, and quickly hid behind Zheng Qing's neck.

Xiao Xiao smiled apologetically at them.

"What's the matter?" He pushed his own glasses, lowered his voice and asked again: "Your eyes seem to have been blown out."

Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes and leaned over to the full-length mirror to take a look.

Indeed, his originally small eyes were now almost reduced to a slit. The bulging eyeballs seemed to have been filled with several liters of ink, and they seemed to have been stung by a swarm of hornets.

"Nightmare." Zheng Qing muttered, pressing his sore shoulders hard, and simply replied: "I was woken up several times last night...I feel like I can't sleep well anymore."

"Nightmare?" Xiao Xiao pushed Zheng Qing out of the door while muttering, "The First University can still have nightmares? How annoying you must be."

"What do you mean?" Although Zheng Qing's mind was a little unclear, he still didn't forget the two cufflinks, and directed an elf to fly back to the dormitory to help him get them.

"What nightmare did you have?" Xiao Xiao did not answer Zheng Qing's doubts, but continued to ask.

Zheng Qing opened the dormitory Outer Sect and walked into the first university in the early morning.

"Forget." He rubbed his cheeks hard and took a few deep breaths.

In the early morning on campus, the air is very fresh.

The aroma mixed with earth and grass flowed into Zheng Qing's lungs along with the mist rising from the morning dew.

This is a timeless potion of sobriety.

Zheng Qing's spirit was visibly boosted a lot.

"I have nightmares as soon as I fall asleep, and I forget them as soon as I wake up. I can recall a few episodes just after waking up, but I forget them all as soon as I breathe the fresh air outside." He complained as he walked: "It's very standard. nightmare process."

"It is indeed very standard." Xiao Xiao nodded thoughtfully.