Hunting High School

The morning light passed through the curtains, leaving pale white halos on the quilt.

Outside the six-poster bed came the laughter of the elf Xixi and the sound of its wings vibrating.

A rich fragrance lingered at the tip of Zheng Qing's nose.

Zheng Qing squinted one eye, and his blurred vision fell on the tarot card inlaid with crystal gems beside the pillow.

It was a gift from Elena.

The corner of his mouth involuntarily raised a satisfied smile.

From accepting this gift to now, time has slipped silently for two days.

Maybe it's because of the increasingly enriching study of Life, maybe it's really effective to pray to the Tarot cards before going to bed. After putting this card next to his pillow, Zheng Qing really slept a lot more at night.

The light fell on the golden armor of the knight of scepters on the card, and the fine gemstones shone with charming colors in the morning light.

Zheng Qing's slightly opened eye blinked quickly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the color on the card is much dimmer than when I just got it.

Maybe it's just because of the weak light in the tent. Zheng Qing thought in a daze, opened his eyes lazily, feeling the warmth of the blanket, and really didn't want to move.

The sky outside is slightly white, and the world outside the window is very refreshing. The early birds are chirping and greeting their partners to eliminate the sleepiness at night.

Today is Wednesday.

According to his schedule, there is an elective history class in the morning, and the philosophy of magic in the afternoon.

Because it does not involve the application of specific magic, these two classes are tasteless in Zheng Qing's heart. Wednesday seems to be a holiday that is not a holiday in the schedule of the whole week.

But the heart can be lazy, and the classroom that should go must still be gone.

"I think I'm in love." Zheng Qing turned over, lying on the bed weakly, buried his head in the pillow, and moaned softly.

"What?" A suspicious voice came from outside the curtain.

It's Dylan.

After the night of the full moon, this roommate reappeared alive and kicking in the 403 dormitory. With a ruddy complexion and an excellent complexion, he is not at all like a vampire werewolf who has been tortured by 'mania' for several days.

On the contrary, Dylan has had a lot of energy these days.

According to his explanation, this is because the efficacy of a batch of 'Taste Thorns' recently produced by Baicao Garden has been inexplicably enhanced, and the wizard who prepared the 'Wolf Blood Potion' did not conduct a strict analysis of the efficacy of the medicine beforehand, so he prepared it for him. There was a slight mistake in the dosage of the potion.

Of course, according to the doctor at the school hospital with the very bags under his eyes, this is a very small, very small mistake-it is equivalent to giving Dylan a little stimulant.

"It's not harmful to the body," Dr. Ma, the attending physician in charge of werewolf medicine at the school hospital, patted his chest and emphasized emphatically, "You will be very energetic...Of course, some people who are very energetic will also be accompanied by slight dizziness , tinnitus, or a certain degree of insomnia...the effect lasts up to a week, and they are all normal reactions, so don't be afraid."

This doctor Ma's judgment is very accurate.

After taking the medicine, Dylan ushered in the longest period of insomnia in his life.

Twenty-four hours a day, he was in a state of arousal for about twenty-one hours. Even sitting in that huge blue-black coffin, he couldn't close his eyes.

So this young man with noble blood under the moon had no choice but to fiddle with his exquisite collection all night long.

Such as cufflinks, such as brooches, such as collar clips, and square scarves with rich colors and different textures.

He wiped the trinkets over and over until they were unstained from any angle; he folded the squares in different styles and changed them the next night. The new way to fold it all over again.

Zheng Qing felt that this poor blood-sucking werewolf had already suffered from a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder in just two days.

"Zheng Qing, is that you? Are you awake?" Dylan caught Zheng Qing's moaning sound very keenly, and he immediately cheered up, and began to chatter outside the tent about the thirty-two ways to fold a square scarf .

Zheng Qing barely sat up, sitting cross-legged, leaning against the wall, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his breathing was intermittent.

This is the last good time before he gets up, between sleep and waking, he can not only enjoy the comfort of dozing off, but also prepare for complete waking with his slowly active thinking.

"I feel like I'm in love." Zheng Qing repeated what he had just said in a trance, hollow voice: "I feel like I'm really in love."

This statement is very definite.

There were different gasping sounds in the dormitory one after another, and there were creaking sounds on the beds in several corners.

"What did he say? I didn't catch it just now." Xin Fatty's indistinct voice sounded from outside the tent, with a few discontented meows mixed in.

"Aren't you in a relationship before?" Xiao Xiao asked in a surprised voice.

"With whom?" Xin Fatty's voice was still a little confused.

"Who else but Elena! Could it be our fierce female squad leader?" Dylan did not show the slightest restraint of the nobles under the moon at this moment, but asked eagerly like an uneducated guy who is keen on Eight Trigrams : "Can you really tell the difference between liking and being in love? Tell me, what does it feel like to be in love?"

Zheng Qing lazily snapped his fingers, and the little elves wailed and put away the curtains on both sides of the bed for him.

He squinted.

The sky is already bright, and the dormitory is shrouded in the refreshing breath of the morning, which makes people feel like they are taking off and jumping for joy.

Zheng Qing grasped the strands of thoughts that had flowed through his mind a moment ago, and said slowly:

"When I was talking to her, I felt a hot gas in my chest, which made me dizzy."

He hesitated, picking the right words in his mind: "Besides, seeing her is like taking a stimulant. It is difficult to control own emotions. My thoughts and emotions completely follow her."

"Taking stimulants is not taking drugs," Dylan corrected in an experienced tone: "Maybe it will make it difficult for you to control your own emotions, but it will not make you fall in love with a certain opposite sex."

"Are you sure there is no problem with the Cultivation Technique you practiced? Why do I hear your description as if I've lost my breath." Xiao Xiao has already changed into his practice clothes and is adjusting the wide belt in front of the full-length mirror.

"If I can't see her, I will feel very lost and always feel that something is missing." Zheng Qing murmured.

"I always feel that you are describing the feeling of taking the 'Love Potion' by mistake." Xin Fatty finally came to his senses, and made a comment as a senior pharmacy enthusiast.

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"I can't rule out some kind of witchcraft." Taking a closer look at Zheng Qing's blank eyes and dull face, Dylan shook his head.

"In short, it's completely different for me with her and without her. I can almost feel my love for her." Zheng Qing moaned dramatically.

"Where?" Xin Fatty poked his head out from the lower bunk, and at the same time threw the fat cat out of his pillow.

"My brain, my palms, my breath, every inch of my skin." Zheng Qing propped up his upper body, spread his arms, and chanted affectionately amidst the angry cries.

"Another idiot whose dream interfered with reality?" Xin Fatty buried his head under the blanket again.

"Soul Dan, go to hell!" Zheng Qing fell back down on the bed with a thud.