Hunting High School

In Life, we can be sure of some things.

For example, sprinkled salt should be thrown over the left shoulder, rosemary must be planted at the garden gate, lavender will bring good luck. Another example is that no one dares to point at the rainbow hanging in the eastern sky, and don't peep casually at the moon wearing tulle.

Other things, however, are not so certain.

Such as life, such as Death, such as love.

Elena Jones is a gypsy witch.

She is also Zheng Qing's classmate.

She is also a brave and beautiful girl—— Zheng Qing is very sure of this. Every time her name popped into his mind, he would involuntarily think of that beautiful figure holding a handful of Tarot cards in his hand with an apologetic face.

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The unique Tarot divination, the haunting tall wizard tower, the caravan wielding the whip of shadows shuttles between life and death, and the gypsies wandering in Eurasia have long been shrouded in mysterious legends.

And Elena has inherited all the mystery of the gypsies.

Her beauty, her enthusiasm, her wine red big wavy long hair, her intoxicating big light brown eyes, straight nose bridge, wheat-colored skin, tall figure, everything, is full of mystery everywhere. lure.

Her every frown, smile, and charming eyes are all fascinating.

It is very unmagical to expect a young man who has just left the conservatory to hold himself under such temptations.

Therefore, Zheng Qing fell in love almost the moment she talked to him.

Perhaps the heaven also intends to help this foolish young man, the gypsy witch is actually interested in talismanology, is there anything more in line with Zheng Qing's wishes?

At the witch's suggestion, the 2008 public-funded student of Jiuyou College ignored the fact that his basic magic was a mess, and agreed to help her with tutoring.

So, at two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, it became a piece of honey in the hearts of young people.

Every time he thinks about this time, he can't help but put on a silly and sweet smile on his face.

Except last Sunday.

Zheng Qing held the own book, frowned, and rushed to the classroom in a hurry. The elves poked their heads out from the hood behind him, carefully observing the surroundings, singing cheerful tunes.

It's seven o'clock on Monday morning, and it's still more than an hour before the first class starts.

But Zheng Qing couldn't wait any longer in the small dormitory.

Starting from Saturday, the paper cranes he flew to Elena all flew back to his hands intact. No matter how gorgeously he folded the paper cranes, and no matter how many "anti-dodge" spells he added to the paper cranes, those blue letter papers would always flutter their wings in his disappointed eyes, and return to the small room in the 403 dormitory. on the balcony.

Then through the thick layer of glass, he nodded and pecked vigorously.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

He didn't know why the paper crane couldn't find Irina, and he didn't know if the witch appeared at the library desk at noon on Sunday, and he didn't know if the witch was safe now.

All he knew was that he had to find the Gypsy Witch before the first class on Monday to express his deepest apologies for not being there on Sunday.

If he could, he was ready to squeeze a sum of money out of his modest wallet and invite the witch to have dinner at the most luxurious restaurant in Beta Town as part of the 'Most Sincere Apology'.

He had planned to talk to Elena about it at the class meeting on Sunday night, but to his disappointment, the witch didn't show up.

This kind of thing is not surprising, he comforted himself from the bottom of his heart, just like what Dr. Xiao Da mentioned, transfer students and international students all have their own closed circles, activities like class meetings, they are rarely counted into the class total The number of people - they also rarely participate in this kind of activity.

Therefore, before Professor Yao's Charms class this morning, it was the last chance.

The young public-funded students were preoccupied with their words and demeanor after the meeting, completely oblivious to the excited expressions on the faces of the students coming and going on campus, as well as those whispering figures gathered in twos and threes.

Until he pushed open the classroom door, a group of people huffed and surrounded him, frightening the poor young man.

"Why are there so many people!" He shouted, "Why did you all come so early? What happened!"

However, the crowd didn't pay attention to his struggle at all, and a series of questions came over him.

"Is it true?" Li Meng squeezed at the front of the crowd, grabbed his collar, and screamed, "Did the patrol catch those monsters?"

"What?" Zheng Qing looked around in a daze.

The elf in the hood was taken aback by the enthusiastic wizards, and flew to the top of the blackboard in a huff, looking for comfort from those who worked for the school.

Each elf holds a blue paper crane in his arms—this is one of the "sincerity" that Zheng Qing prepared for Irina.

Perhaps because they were too flustered, one of the elves was only concerned with flying high, and accidentally dropped a paper crane. Without the burden of the paper crane, the little elf flew a lot more easily, so this simple-minded little guy immediately forgot about the "baby" that his master repeatedly told him.

With the help of the air current, the paper crane drifted slowly, and was caught by a bare hand when it was about to land.

Of course, Zheng Qing didn't notice these details.

He was surrounded by curious faces, and his ears were filled with random questions.

"When everyone says it's a bunch of sand that sucks those magical creatures dry, is that true?"

The question is very simple and clear.

Zheng Qing nodded hurriedly.

This affirmation made the enthusiasm of the onlookers even more intense.

"Are there really tens of thousands of slackers hidden in the school by those sand?"

"What does the Mother of Sand Hour look like? How big is it? Have you touched it?"

"How did you find the escaped sand?"

"I heard that someone in the patrol team took a timeline when they were sanded, and half of their face was withered. Is it true?"

"Did you get a small bottle of Shashi Royal Jelly as a reward!"

In the end, this question was so critical that everyone shut their mouths and looked at Zheng Qing anxiously, expecting him to give an accurate answer.

Zheng Qing hesitated, then nodded slowly again.

Wow!

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"Brother Qing, brother Qing!" Squad leader Downton put his arm around his shoulders and greeted him warmly: "You probably don't need that bottle of 'Shashi Wang Jelly'...I'll give you ten jade coins and give them out evenly." How am I?"

Before Zheng Qing could speak, a mocking voice rang out clearly from outside the crowd.

"Ten jade coins?"

Matthew Karen was originally leaning against the window, tilting his head, watching the farce at the door of the classroom with cold eyes, when he heard Downton's offer, he couldn't help it, and said mockingly:

"The price without sincerity... I will offer twenty pieces."