Hunting High School

"Love doesn't know where it started, it goes deeper and deeper."

"Love brewed by magic, without a reason."

"Although it is not as unforgettable as true love, it is more romantic and exciting than true love."

These are the words that Professor Li once said to these young college students before the start of the pharmacy class.

As a college student who has only received formal wizarding education for half a month, Zheng Qing's understanding of love magic is quite superficial. With his limited knowledge, he was completely unable to tell the difference between true love and magical love.

Although several roommates expressed some concerns about his relationship status, Zheng Qing did not take it seriously.

The feeling between him and Elena is indeed very delicate, but he is very sure that this is not the effect of magic.

After all, such a beautiful girl.

Just hook your fingers, and you can make a lot of hormonal wizards jump into the flames.

There is no need to use any potions or spells at all.

Of course, this is also where several roommates have doubts.

"How can such a beautiful girl fall in love with you." Dylan hid his body in the heavy wooden coffin, only showing a handsome head: "This is not magic."

"It's magic." Zheng Qing retorted forcefully.

"Although you are ordinary-looking, short in stature, have no money, and have a stupid mouth. But no matter what, you still have a few taels... no, how much money you have to get around." Xin Fatty sat sprawled in front of the desk, lazily analyzing Said: "Perhaps Irina happened to like your talent?"

Hearing his ferocious evaluation, Zheng Qing wanted to refute, thought for a while, but had nothing to say, so he lowered his head in frustration.

"He's short, what about me?" Xiao Xiao raised his head from his own notebook and looked at Xin Fatty gloomyly.

"You? Inch Xu." Fatty stretched out his right thumb and index finger, gestured in front of his eyes, and laughed, "Inch Xu, no more."

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, glanced at Zheng Qing, grabbed his own brush and dipped it in the inkstone.

Zheng Qing happily reached into the gray cloth bag, and took out a few inferior suppression symbols.

Fat Cat Tuantuan seemed to feel the murderous aura in the air, and jumped up from Xin Fatty's belly, jumped back to the bed, and stuffed himself back into the bed.

"What are you doing!" Xin Fatty stood up with great effort, looked at Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao, who were approaching with a sinister smile, and shouted in horror: "Murder! Murder! 403 has a murder! "

Tuantuan sneezed contemptuously, nestled under the blanket with his paws in his mouth, and fell asleep in a moment.

Dylan poked his head out of the curtain happily, but his face was full of gloating.

After a while, the blue titan, who had two dark circles under his eyes and a few beards on his cheeks, finally broke free from the suppression of his two roommates, ran into the balcony, and tried to clean up the stains on his face.

When he returned to the dormitory again and rolled onto his own six-poster bed, the young wizards in the room were still discussing Zheng Qing's love affair.

"If you can't calm down, then boldly ask her out." Xiao Xiao suggested.

"Like what he did last weekend?" Xin Fatty immediately forgot the ugly ink stains on his face a few minutes ago after lying on the bed, and laughed loudly: "I fell asleep while helping others with homework! Is there anything more ridiculous than this!"

Zheng Qing glanced at him threateningly, and tapped the inkstone on the desk with his fingers.

Fatty shut his mouth decisively.

"It's better than getting up and howling in the dormitory every morning." Xiao Xiao returned to the desk and sorted out the textbooks needed for today's class.

"What if I'm rejected?" Zheng Qing was a little moved, but still hesitant.

"Then continue to invite," Dylan said quietly, holding a book and leaning against Own's big coffin, "If you're really in love, you won't give up after a setback... Besides, apart from being rejected, You have nothing more to lose."

"Yes." Zheng Qing nodded very positively: "At least I still have hope now."

"It feels so good to be young." Dylan put the book on his face, and said in a desolate tone: "A mature man like me who is 1,800 years old can no longer understand you young people!"

"You were still 1,200 years old last time," Zheng Qing couldn't help complaining, "When did you add another 600 years old!"

"Really?" Dylan raised his head in surprise, his eyes were clear, and his expression was earnest: "Then I must have misremembered... I am old and have a bad memory. Young people should understand."

Zheng Qing retched and had nothing to say.

"Hope, this is an idea that is more addictive than drugs and more illusory than dreams." Xin Fatty held up a ball and recited in an affectionate voice: "If a person has no hope, what is the difference from Death? "

The Fat Cat slumped its hind legs lazily, hooked its tail, and purred weakly twice, in response to Xin Fatty's new poem.

"You can think about love or something slowly...but now I think I should go to practice early." Xiao Xiao was dressed neatly at some point, and was seriously grooming his own watermelon head in front of the mirror.

Xin Fatty rolled off the bed, quickly put on his robe, and tidied things up.

"We're going to do morning class, why are you going?" Zheng Qing asked in surprise.

"I'm going to morning classes too," Sim Fatty muttered, tightening her belt a bit.

"Are you doing morning classes?" Zheng Qing couldn't help complaining, "Do you know where Feiyuan is?"

"Didn't you know...waking up by you guys, I fell asleep without energy." Xin drooped his eyelids, stroking two balls that were still sleeping soundly, and sighed: "So, being a human being is all good, and it is the spirit. Great... If you can eat and sleep like Fat Cat every day, it will be a fairy day."

"I'm going too, I'm going too!" Dylan dropped the book in his hand, quickly jumped out of his big coffin, closed the scarlet curtain with a huff, and hurriedly shouted: "It's been a long time since I enjoyed the early morning. Sunshine, I miss it very much.”

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Zheng Qing opened his mouth, and finally gave up the idea of ​​saying something.

Tuantuan snored, retracted its tail, shrank its body into the depths of the bed, and tried its best to ignore the noise of the newborns.

The little elves obediently landed on the shelf of the desk, folded their wings, and enjoyed half a day of leisure in the floating life.

Unlike young wizards, they prefer a clean and comfortable life.

After leaving the dormitory door, I handed Ni Wuye a few smoke pellets made of waste materials, along the endless corridor opened at the base of the school wall, across the verdant bamboo forest, and soon came to Feiyuan.

Different from the past, today's Feiyuan seems to be more lively.

On weekdays, there are many strange figures in the quiet lawn. They gather together in twos and threes, do not have morning classes, and are not afraid of disturbing others' cleanliness. They cheered enthusiastically.

Under normal circumstances, there are more Jiuyou students wearing red robes in Feiyuan than Starry Sky students wearing blue robes.

But today, the number of four-color court gowns is roughly the same, as if many people have realized that hard work can make up for one's weakness overnight, and Heavenly Dao rewards hard work.

This surprised Zheng Qing very much.