Hunting High School

You blush with a bubble teapot!

Zheng Qing growled silently from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time glanced wistfully at the own dinner plate - the plate was not the buns and millet porridge he wanted, but steak, juice and egg rolls.

The sauce smeared on the steak exudes subtle magical fluctuations, a fine star-like light spot floats on the juice, and a thick layer of caviar is spread on the egg roll.

This is not a breakfast he can afford.

But if you return the goods now, it will really embarrass the little girl in the window.

"How much?"

The young public finance student sighed silently, and touched his still full gray cloth bag.

"Hello senior!"

The little girl behind the window seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, her body stiffened suddenly, and the clip she was holding was poking in front of her face indiscriminately, and she said an incomprehensible answer: "My name is Chen Peizhi, and I am Jiuyou College Potion 09- Those in Class 1... are working on a work-study program now. Nice to meet seniors! Can I ask you to sign your name?"

She looked eagerly at the young public finance student.

Zheng Qing had the urge to throw a ball of ice water on her head, but after much consideration, he finally could only sigh, took out a golden bean, and handed it in with pain all over his face.

This is definitely the most expensive breakfast he has ever had in his life!

He felt that he could not eat for a day, no, a week.

"It's really a wizard who can fall in love with Mr. Su." Duan Xiaojian leaned next to the young public finance student, looked at the food on the plate, and exclaimed: "With this level of breakfast, a smaller wizard family can eat it all year round." Not a meal!"

"No one treats you as dumb if you don't speak!" Zheng Qing glanced at him angrily.

The little girl behind the window took the golden bean in disappointment, completely unaware of the gap between it and five copper coins. Although she was a little disappointed that she couldn't get the signature, her eyes were still eager: "Next time you can Bring Poseidon to the cafeteria, we have the most extensive menu selection on Phuket Island!"

The little fox has always been very popular among witches.

Zheng Qing looked at the lake, and walked towards an empty dining table with his own dinner plate.

As if Moses was standing in front of the Red Sea, the young wizards in front of Zheng Qing rolled away to the sides one by one, leaving a wide passageway. The eyes were subtle, and the witches were more excited, looking Zheng Qing up and down, as if they wanted to know what Su Shijun liked about him.

Duan Xiaojian followed him, as if enjoying the gaze.

"It must be said that it is not a wise decision for you to appear in public now." Holding an empty dinner plate, he chattered endlessly: "... Is this the doctor's idea? Or is there anything you can do to improve the situation? plan?"

As he spoke, he looked around with inquiring eyes, and then whispered to the ear of the young public fee student, "Is there really a great wizard guard by your side? Is it sent by the school, or sent by Qingqiu?"

The faces of the wizards who pretended to be passing by with their ears pricked up all showed expressions of "really so".

Zheng Qing didn't intend to explain anything anymore.

He knew that no matter what he said now, it would be futile.

So, he just swallowed, and while perfunctory the hunchbacked wizard nagging in his ears, he finished the most expensive breakfast as quickly as possible—a speed that was almost as fast as the black cat that ate the building last night. Grilled chicken comparable to Hills. At the same time, he also had to maintain a certain degree of 'grace' to ensure that no wolf-hungry photos would be sold. In the morning light, it blooms against itself.

When he drank the last bit of juice in the glass, cleared the plate and stood up, a group of people stood up in the cafeteria, most of them were low-grade witches, they were laughing and joking, and they looked like they had plenty of time.

"I can assure you that some of them definitely want to poach Congressman Su's corner." Duan Xiaojian looked around enviously, very sure, very softly

Said to the young public fee students.

It took Zheng Qing a lot of effort to control himself from taking out a bunch of tongue charms on this classmate. For this reason, he had to speed up his pace and walk out.

A chubby wizard in a white chef's uniform jumped out of a photo frame hanging at the entrance of the cafeteria with extraordinary agility, like a fat rabbit being chased by wild wolves, and disappeared without a trace.

Zheng Qing guessed that it might have gone to other photo frames in the school to report the news.

This is one of the reasons the wizarding world's Eight Trigrams rumors spread so fast forever, because you can't silence the dead guys, and it's hard to stop a ghost or a portrait from jumping between the virtual dimensions.

Sure enough, when Zheng Qing came to the library, he saw the chubby cook in a portrait of a late professor hanging at the entrance on the first floor.

It unabashedly stood next to the little professor, and the narrow photo frame was filled with portraits of onlookers, pointing at young public servants and biting each other's ears, like a festival.

Similar to it, the living wizard also looks like this. Although there are not many people in the library on weekends, the entrance on the first floor is still crowded with spectators after hearing the news. Some students who came late had to stand on the second floor In the corridor, leaning over to look down, there is endless buzzing.

Zheng Qing didn't feel like a "popular star" at all, but felt more and more like a rare animal in a zoo, being surrounded by people.

Luckily for the library here.

There are administrators in the library.

Mr. Zhang Da, who was waving eight tentacles, spit out a series of big black characters with sharp edges and corners angrily, sternly warning those guys who were shouting and shoving in the library, after he threw three wizards and five witches out of the library by their necks Finally, the onlookers finally calmed down a little, and Zheng Qing finally felt that he could breathe again.

He grabbed the book list and rushed into the depths of the bookshelf corridor without hesitation.

No one can find a deliberately hidden figure among the mountains and seas of bookshelves.

The little confidence accumulated in the morning class was exhausted in the experience between the cafeteria and the library. Zheng Qing couldn't help but wonder if his mind was disturbed by nightmares when he woke up in the morning, so that he made a decision. Such an irrational decision.

"Hold on a little longer."

He stood in front of a quiet bookshelf, silently cheering himself up: "As long as you show up for a while, everyone will eventually get used to it..."

"Persistence can't solve all problems, your complexion is very bad," the bookshelf squeezed out a frowning face, looked at the young wizard, and recommended in a weak voice: "Maybe you should read this book... refer to the inside experience of."

As he spoke, a thick book squeezed out of a corner from the shelf.

Zheng Qing noticed the title "Near Death Experience" on the spine of the book, and he vaguely remembered seeing this book in Qingqiu Mansion.

"No, thank you." The boy politely put the book back on the shelf, and refused dryly: "I'm just a little anemic, just take a breath."