Hunting High School

"what?"

"What happened?"

"It's Brother Scum."

"Are you having nightmares again?...Scare me."

The light in the bedroom suddenly turned on, Xin Fatty and Xiao Xiao woke up from their sleep one after another, and looked outside the tent. After discovering that it was Zheng Qing who fell to the ground, the fat wizards murmured and hugged their own pillows again, turned over, and started snoring again after only a second. And Xiao Xiao fumbled to put on his pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Zheng Qing sat on the spot in a daze, cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck.

After a while, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard—hiss, it hurts, so it means that this is the real world, not a dream?

This still didn't reassure him.

You know, when he thought he woke up in the dream before, it felt as real as now! Especially the cold moonlight and the chilly night wind blowing on the black cat, it was like being there!

The biggest difference between dreams and reality is the lack of logic and coherence. However, the magic world also lacks logic. This conceptual conflict caused Zheng Qing, who was not yet fully awake, to fall into a sluggish contradiction, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality for a while. .

"Possessed?"

Dr. Xiao Da's voice sounded again, as calm as ever: "If you are not sure whether you are awake now, just go and look at the spell under the pillow...It's better than slap yourself stupidly."

The young public fee student's eyes were fixed, and without saying a word, he quickly climbed back to his tent, lifted the pillow, and looked at the row of nightmare dolls lying under the pillow—this is when he was cursed frequently after his identity was exposed some time ago. Wholesale from the grocery store, I saved a lot, and I haven't used it up——At this moment, the smiling faces on the faces of two of those nightmare dolls have turned into crying faces.

Zheng Qing let out a long sigh of relief.

It’s not that the head is off, this level of change shows that the intrusion own nightmare is spontaneous, that is, day and night dreams, worrying and worrying, so I have nightmares.

"God Comes"

"Not a succubus."

The young public finance student answered Xiao Xiao with a hoarse voice: "Spontaneous...it's just an ordinary nightmare...just a little richer in layers."

Xiao Xiao has already put on his robe and is tying his belt.

"Multiple layers? That's an interesting word."

He simply commented, but didn't go deep into it, and explained on his own: "Speaking of which, tomorrow is the Xiayuan Festival, and the Yin Qi in the world is gradually rising. People who think too much and have weak spirits are easily attacked by Yin Qi. I have nightmares in this atmosphere. But it's not a big deal... just let Fatty help make a few bowls of soothing soup after the morning class."

Sim Fatty's snoring stopped abruptly.

"You should drink a cup of chamomile tea before going to bed, instead of waiting for a nightmare to wake up and make a soothing soup." The fat wizard muttered in his tent, looking very reluctant: "Also, I remember that the cafeteria will be busy these days. Free calming soup is provided, we don’t need to make special preparations... Besides, there is Lao Yao’s class this morning, are you sure you want to drink soothing soup before class?”

It's hard for him to finish this long paragraph in an orderly manner in a dreamlike tone.

"Then trouble you to bring us two cups of chamomile tea when you go to the classroom, thank you." The doctor replied calmly, rolled up the bamboo slip book spread on the table, and tied it tightly with a ribbon.

Then he turned his head to look at Zheng Qing's curtain, and frowned slightly: "Are you going to the morning class?...It's just a nightmare, do you need to buffer it for so long?"

Zheng Qing didn't answer.

The doctor waited for a while, finally shook his head, and walked to the door. At this moment, the young public fee student viciously opened the own curtain and jumped out of bed.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and glanced at Zheng Qing.

"do not know."

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth: "But I remembered a saying I heard before. Every time a person wakes up from sleep, it is a restart, similar to restarting a computer. After a computer has been used for a long time, the system will have a lot of redundant information and will slow down. will freeze. Rebooting will more or less

Less can solve a little trouble... You know computers, right? "

"The alchemy product that Wizard Turing assisted mortals to create, it is said that it can use the energy of magic power to operate, and has the ability to deduce similar to divination magic." Xiao Xiao replied without hesitation.

Very magical answer.

Zheng Qing took the washing utensils handed by the elves, stunned for a few seconds, and finally decided to return to the original topic: "I mean, every restart is like a challenge between life and death. Those who accept the challenge without fear, He is a warrior; he who is afraid but still accepts the challenge is more courageous... What is courage? Courage is the most firm belief in the heart!"

"At first glance, it sounds like the declaration of Starry Sky Academy, but after careful consideration, it has a bit of the pursuit of Atlas."

Xiao Xiao crossed his arms and leaned against the door, his face full of confusion: "The only thing lacking is the philosophy of Jiuyou Academy... After all, what does this have to do with whether you do morning classes or not? Besides, it's just getting up , how could it be between life and death?"

"Is there anything more like coming back from the dead than getting out of bed?"

The fat wizard's head got out of his tent, and he yelled at his two companions who were chattering endlessly: "Are you going to leave or not? No one is allowed to sleep in the morning!"

Sha Mao Tuantuan let out a groan in agreement.

...

...

Life always likes to beat up guys who think they have a clear mind.

Just like Zheng Qing.

The self-suggestion of courage and firm belief before the morning class disappeared immediately after entering the classroom. Because he got bad news from Li Meng.

The first class on Monday is Charms.

As soon as Zheng Qing entered the classroom, he immediately saw Jiang Yu who was holding Li Meng to recite the text. In the morning light, the witch's side face exuded a layer of holy light, which reminded the young public fee student subconsciously of bad dreams, and he avoided seeing her with a guilty conscience.

However, Li Meng saw him at a glance.

"Zheng Zha!" The little witch swept away her dejected expression, jumped up from the stool excitedly, and waved her short arms at Zheng Qing: "Come here, come here, I have something to tell you! It's business!"

"Li Meng!" Jiang Yu's warning voice sounded almost simultaneously.

The little witch stuck out her tongue and sat back obediently, but still tried her best to wave her arms at Zheng Qing. Jiang Yu frowned slightly, turned to look at Zheng Qing, smiled apologetically, and shook her head slightly at the same time.

It meant that she didn't know what happened to Li Meng either.

"I'll go first...you can do whatever you want." Dr. Xiao Da adjusted his glasses, and when he passed by the boy, he reminded in a very low voice: "This is a public place, be careful... you understand."

Zheng Qing came to the little witch with a dark face.

"What's the matter?" His tone was a little stiff.

"Notice from Qingqiu Mansion!"

The little witch looked triumphantly, looked around flauntingly, saw that no one was paying attention, and then said a little sullenly: "Su Ya let me tell you, she will send you Poseidon tonight... I suggest Send her to the cat fruit tree, there are few people there, so it's safe!"