Hunting High School

Compared with the excitement after the "Daily Bugle" article came out, the "Beta Town Post" analysis report this time received very few responses. The ten nightmare dolls that Zheng Qing stuffed next to the pillow in advance, woke up in the morning , there are still nine complete heads.

If you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to understand.

On the one hand, many people's minds have already flown to farther places because of the approach of the end of the year and the holidays; on the other hand, it has a lot to do with the position of the Post article.

According to the post's "viewpoint", there is no "intimate" relationship between Zheng Qing and Su Shijun as rumored. He is just a liar who wants to attract attention, gain fame, and has a personality disorder.

To be honest, Zheng Qing is not very good at distinguishing which statement is worse, or both statements are equally bad.

But given a choice, he would rather be a liar in the mouth of the Post.

At the very least, liars don’t need to wear an invisibility talisman to go to class, face embarrassing challenges or doubts from time to time, and don’t need to stuff nightmare dolls under the pillow every night.

Of course, there are also benefits to hanging an invisibility amulet for class.

That is, you can sleep openly in class without worrying about being penalized by the professor—provided that you don’t grind your teeth, snore, or talk in your sleep.

On Friday morning, in alchemy class, Zheng Qing sat in the corner of the classroom, listening to the teaching assistant on the podium narrate the lesson, repeating the contents of the textbook in a monotonous voice, and fell asleep.

The winter sun is always extra warm.

Sitting by the window, with the clear light shining on her body, Zheng Qing had the urge to turn into a cat and start purring. It was only at this time that he missed the free time when he hung up the invisibility amulet and went to class.

The voices on the podium were incomprehensible.

It was not quiet under the podium.

From time to time, someone flipped through the textbook, one after another, mixed with the rustling sound of Xiao Xiao or someone else writing, making it even more difficult to raise one's eyes.

Besides that, there were other voices of desertion.

Sitting in the row in front of Zheng Qing, Zhang Jixin and Xin Fatty were holding their textbooks, their heads almost stuffed into a drawer, whispering, as if they were discussing the list of invited guests for Sunday's dap;k anniversary celebration; a little further away, several witches were whispering And there was a heated discussion about the upcoming Christmas Ball under the Moon—it is said that because of Su Shijun's participation, the scale of this year's ball was extraordinarily grand, and many young wizards in the alliance were desperately trying to get an invitation letter.

Moonlight Ball.

This is another heart disease of Zheng Qing.

Thinking of this word, he felt out of breath, and he couldn't even take a nap. Maybe God heard the impolite greetings in the wizard's heart, so he threw down a retribution very quickly.

The young public fee student who was dozing off moved his ears.

Because the sounds in the classroom came to an abrupt end—from the boring voice of the teaching assistant on the podium, to the whispering of witches in the corner, from the creaking of chalk on the blackboard, to the rattling of textbooks, and even other people The sound of breathing seemed to be frozen for an instant.

Zheng Qing knows why. Even before he opened his eyes, he could still feel a huge, slightly familiar magic power hovering and condensing at the door of the classroom, and the escaping coercion frightened everyone in the classroom.

The wizard suddenly raised his head, and together with the others, looked towards the door.

The turbulent magic power is already visible to the naked eye, as if the paint splashed by the painter on the white cloth interweaves with each other in the void, slowly outlining the slim figure of a witch.

From hazy to clear, she went from illusion to reality.

It's Su Shijun.

Su Shijun without glasses.

Just standing at the door, she captured all the colors of the world, the porch, ceiling, blackboard, tables and chairs, textbooks, and even the blue sky and golden sunlight outside the window, everything seemed to lose the concept of existence at this moment.

Zheng Qing's face was blank, he didn't need to look, he could feel several eyes sweeping over him in a very short time, those eyes were full of weighing.

But there are more eyes, staring at the witch at the door motionlessly, as if the beauty in front of her is a piece of exquisite porcelain, and if she moves her gaze a little, this exquisiteness will be shattered.

"Yeah, sorry, sorry."

After realizing the reason for the dead silence around, the senator of the Council under the Moon chuckled, took out a pair of glasses, and put them on the bridge of his nose, as if a dark cloud covered the sun in the sky, and the world suddenly darkened.

"I'm really sorry," the witch's cheerful voice echoed in this small classroom: "I just learned a little skill, but I'm not yet proficient... I'm bothering everyone."

The teaching assistant on the podium was the first to recover.

"No, it's okay, you, you..."

He stammered, his face flushed, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Oh, I'm looking for Zheng Qing."

The member of the council under the moon showed a considerate smile, said the meaning of own, and at the same time looked around, asked naturally: "Is Zheng Qing there?"

"She's looking for Zheng Qing?"

"She's looking for Zheng Qing!"

"Where is Zheng Qing?"

"Zheng Qing!"

The young public fee student had just recovered from the chaotic, eager and noisy voices when he saw a pair of big hands descending from the sky. Xin Fatty, who was sitting in front of him, leaned almost half of his body to the back row, grabbed his collar with both hands, and lifted him viciously from the stool.

Zheng Qing felt himself standing in front of the table, embarrassed and a little top-heavy.

After finally standing still, he looked towards the door, and there were still a few ridiculous red marks on his face after sleeping on his stomach. For a second, he's glad he didn't drool when he dozed off, barely retaining the last bit of decency.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him.

This feeling is very bad, but also kind of surprisingly wonderful.

Especially those sights filled with all kinds of strong emotions—from envy, jealousy, to emotion, anger, to sadness and disbelief—like a pot of rich miso soup, suffocating people who are smoked.

The senator of the next month's council nodded slightly at the boy.

Then he turned to look at the young teaching assistant of alchemy: "I need Zheng Qing's help with some small matters..."

Before the words finished, the teaching assistant nodded hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay... Zheng Qing? Zheng Qing! Come out quickly!... Sorry, this student's seat is a bit far back... Wait a moment."

Evidently, he expressed satisfaction at finally being able to speak fully and fluently.

Zheng Qing frantically put away the books on the table, and walked towards the door with his hands and feet limp under the push of his companions. The eyes of the left and right students were like knives, cutting him several times with every step.

When passing by the first row of the classroom, he could clearly hear classmate Li Meng's not very loud humming.

The boy moved the corner of his eyes with some guilt, and saw the little witch crossing her arms and looking at him angrily, and also saw another witch beside the little witch, studying the magic book in her hand with a calm expression. Recently, the transcoding has been serious, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please move your little hands to exit the reading mode. thanks