Hunting High School

If the morning sun is like sweet rice wine, fresh and elegant; the noon sun is like refreshing strong wine, spicy and tantalizing; then the afternoon sun is like mellow old wine, with soft taste and profound artistic conception.

Of course, this is Wen Qing's rhetoric.

To put it bluntly, the sun in the morning is very bright, but not so hot; The power is slowly fading, and the ubiquitous stuffy feeling is still hard to breathe.

Especially by the lake.

The hot air is surrounded by water vapor and piled up heavily, like a pile of fluffy cotton firmly covering the top of the head, or like a cage that has just been opened, steaming.

And the wizards who worked hard to check the lawn by the lake were like dumplings and prawns in a steamer, roasted so oily and reddened.

Zheng Qing panted, straightened her waist, and hammered her sore back.

Pearl-colored mist faintly steamed from the lake in the distance, obscuring his vision.

Not far away, the old hound, Master May, was lying weakly among the grass with his tongue lolling, without lifting his eyelids—although Zheng Qing couldn't tell which crease his eyelids were hiding on his face.

Nearby, a few friends who were dragged into the water by him were sweating profusely, their faces were scorched red, and they looked like the faces of the Killing intent.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, thinking about throwing out the blame on his back.

"The school work committee is too stingy," he muttered in a low voice, complaining in a voice just enough for a few of his companions to hear: "It's so hot that people work in the open field, and they don't give out a few 'Frost Talismans' or give a few Take the 'refreshing potion'... ye stingy!"

No one paid him any attention.

Zheng Qing coughed twice in embarrassment.

"If you have any comments, you can give feedback to the old man Verne." Xin Fatty swayed his fat body, his buttocks were high, and he hid his head in the shadow cast by his body, and said, "Tell us about it." It's useless."

Zheng Qing was stunned, and obediently turned around to look for old man Verne.

If he didn't want to be dragged into the woods by a few friends on the way back to the dormitory at night, he'd better think of a way to get some benefits for the guys who are being coolies.

"You want the Frost Talisman?" The old man Verne leaned on the long wooden stick, his eyebrows were raised high, and even the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out a lot.

"Refreshing medicine is also fine." Zheng Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smiling face.

"Young people nowadays... can't suffer a bit!" The old school worker grumbled, took a deep breath, and shook his head firmly: "No!"

"This is a violation of the Labor Law." Zheng Qing reminded in a low voice.

"What's the law?" The old man raised his chin, stared at his eyes, and shouted in a rough voice: "You show me that law and let me take a look! These days, those brats who sit on chairs are not doing business. Get rid of these crooked ways."

Zheng Qing was dumbfounded.

He also just said in passing that he really couldn't figure out whether there was any labor law in the wizarding world.

"Remember, it is strictly forbidden to use any magic to clean up the site, including but not limited to spells, talismans, potions, etc." The old man poked the wooden stick in his hand on the ground vigorously, and taught: "Otherwise, the fluctuation of magic will annihilate many precious treasures." Clue... what are you young dolls learning in class now? I don't know!"

Blame me!

I'm not a forensic science student.

Zheng Qing slandered, and left dejectedly.

But within two steps, he turned around and trotted back.

"Uncle," he gasped, and said quickly, "We are working, you should take care of the food!"

As he said that, he took out his silver pocket watch, pointed to the time on it and complained: "It's already half past noon, and we haven't had lunch yet... The emperor is still waiting for hungry soldiers... In case someone is here Tired and exhausted under the sun, the face of the school work committee must not look good."

"You haven't eaten yet?" The old school worker was stunned for a moment, then used a wooden stick to lift up the bamboo basket at the root of the tree, took out a few lunch boxes from inside, and stuffed them into Zheng Qing's arms: "Let's talk about this kind of thing earlier... ...Give you half an hour to eat and rest, we still have about 1,000 meters of open space to search."

Zheng Qing was overjoyed, carrying a few lunch boxes, and rushed to his companions.

...

"This rice has carp flavor added, it smells really appetizing!"

"Are these red fruits 櫰果... I heard that eating them can make you a strongman, is it true?"

"There are also shrimps, what kind are these transparent shrimps, they look like crystals, doctor, do you know?"

A few foodies gathered in a circle, holding the lunch box brought back by Zheng Qing, picking the food inside with chopsticks, and sighing in admiration.

"It's so rich," Duan Xiaojian asked with some anxiety, "Is this meal going to cost one or two silver coins?"

"One or two dimes?" Xin Fatty sneered, picked up the pastries in the lunch box with chopsticks, and reprimanded: "See? There are two kinds of desserts! Not to mention the ingredients of their turtle jelly, just these two pieces of honey soaked Fu, the price tag in the cafeteria is only a silver horn... What do you usually eat? You don't even know!"

"Don't worry, it's okay." Zheng Qing stuffed his mouth full of food, oiled his mouth, and muttered, "These boxes of lunch belong to the teaching assistants. Uncle Verne just said that they are going to inspect the school. Guarding the big formation, we have to stay up all night tonight... If we don't eat, it will be wasted."

"The evil privileged class," Duan Xiaojian sighed, stuffed a fat shrimp into his mouth viciously, and shook his head: "The so-called rich man's wine and meat stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road, that's all..."

"Pull it down!" Zhang Jixin tore a piece of beef carelessly, and said indignantly: "The real privileged class is sitting cross-legged on a futon made of cattail grass and playing chess with ice-cold fruits. "

"I always feel like you're talking about an emperor digging the ground with a golden hoe." Zheng Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and sighed quietly.

"Speaking of Your Majesty," Xin Fatty stretched his head towards Zheng Qing and looked at him seriously: "Didn't Augustus give you a white dress? Who are you going to take?"

"Who to bring?" Zheng Qing looked at him stupidly: "There is only one dress, I must have gone by myself... and I haven't decided whether to go or not."

"I don't think you're a public-funded student, you're an orphan student." Xin Fatty rolled his eyes and focused his attention on his lunch box again.

"Must go!" Zhang Jixin clenched his fists, punched heavily on the lawn a few times, and shouted, "If you don't go, you don't have the guts... It's just a matter of letting those insidious villains look down on nine of us."

"Besides, this is a matter of politeness," Duan Xiaojian also nodded repeatedly: "We must go!"

Zheng Qing felt a little dizzy.

Where is this and where is it? No matter how you talk about it, it will involve Jiuren's self-esteem and self-love.

"I just thought about the history class in the morning." Seeing the topic slipping in an unpredictable direction, Zheng Qing tried his best to get over the topic: "When we mentioned that philosophical theory, Mr. Sima asked us to ask Lao Yao before next Wednesday. .”

"Theory of Silence!" Duan Xiaojian raised his hand and corrected.

"Yes, the theory of silence, the theory of silence." Zheng Qing nodded again and again: "It makes sense, we have a philosophy class this afternoon, why do we have to ask next Wednesday? Tell me, did she know that the afternoon philosophy class would be cancelled! "

These words made the atmosphere in the meeting suddenly cool down.

Everyone frowned, mulling over the possibility.

"It's just possible." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded abruptly: "I think the more important reason is that she doesn't think you can understand such a profound theory as the theory of silence in one afternoon... Maybe she just let you There is plenty of time to go to the library and look up information by yourself.”

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Zheng Qing tilted his head, looking at the eloquent and eloquent Dr. Xiao Da, with a strange look in his eyes.

You don't talk about other issues, but only speak out on this issue.

Tut tut.

He glanced at the others meaningfully.

The others all had the same expression as expected.

"I always feel that when Mr. Sima answered the question 'Is Su Daji alive', he answered it in great detail." Zheng Qing tried to ask another question.

"That's it," Xin Fatty looked at Zheng Qing with disdain, but glanced at Xiao Xiao: "As a fan of the beautiful Sima, how could you not know that she is the most famous actress in "Putting Through the Fog to See History"? What about the thesis?"

"What paper?" Zheng Qing really didn't know.

"On the Historical Basis of Su Daji's Death," Xiao Xiao's flat voice sounded again: "This is her third edition, full-text publication, in the one thousand three hundred and fifty-two issue of "Looking at History Without Confusion". A historical paper published. The recommender is Qian Zhiji, a famous historian of magic..."

"Also," Xiao Xiao turned his head and looked at Xin Fatty expressionlessly, "I'm not her fan...I just like her."

"Finally said it!" The others let out a sigh of relief in unison.