Hunting High School

Nothing is absolute in the world.

Such as the relationship between good and bad.

The ancients once used the phrase "blessings come from misfortunes, and misfortunes come from blessings" to sum up the relationship between them very succinctly—whatever knows the best: there is nothing right. Righteousness becomes strange, and goodness becomes demon. People's fascination lasts for a long time.

Another example is the brave and the coward.

Those who dare to face the bleak life and face up to the dripping blood are called warriors. Those who dare not face the bleak life directly, but can still force themselves to face the dripping blood are also warriors.

The world is never afraid to play some very malicious jokes with you.

Just like when you raise your head to look at the sky at night to see if the crape myrtle has faded, the sparrow dozing on the branch loosens its bladder and drops a sparse bubble of digestives, which just hits your face.

Something will always happen to you when you are totally unprepared.

as now.

Half of the time in the astronomy class, just as Zheng Qing had just finished writing a rune, just when he was full of ambition, he looked up and saw Elena appearing at the door of the classroom.

Not a little preparedness and no trace of worry.

You appear like this, in my world.

It was like a thunderbolt!

It makes people want to throw a pen, doesn't it!

Zheng Qing clutched his old purple hair, his face turned white and red, and he froze in place for a moment.

"Look out," Xiao Xiao patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "If it's fate, then don't be cowardly, just go!"

More and more people discovered the uninvited guest at the classroom door.

The originally quiet atmosphere in the classroom started to become agitated, and everyone's eyes could not help wandering between the door and the two figures in the back row.

They were all in the same class. It was just a few hours after Zheng Qing deducted a credit for the gypsy witch in the morning, and many of them still remembered it vividly.

"Oh, poor child." Xin Fatty turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing with a gloating smile on his face: "If you don't mind, I can use my tall figure to block you..."

Yi Lianna was holding the astronomy class handout, her long red wavy hair was tied obliquely on her shoulders, and she stood quietly at the door without making a sound.

It wasn't until Professor Emma walked in front of her that the young witch bent briskly.

"Hello, teacher!" She saluted Professor Emma obediently.

"Are you done with everything?" The professor looked at her gently and nodded: "There is still half a class left, you can read Chapter 2 of the handout and see if you can finish the magic text... the exam papers for the past few days, I will arrange for Jiang Yu to resend you a copy, and you can just hand it back before Friday."

Elena froze for a moment, then smiled sweetly and nodded in agreement.

"Professor!" Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "After Zheng Qing's magic text was written, it turned into a ball of fire!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the boys' seats in the back row of the classroom.

Elena is no exception.

Zheng Qing's already constricted heart seemed to be firmly pinched by a pair of big hands, twisted a few times, and felt dizzy for a while.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to stare at the stars.

Small, golden spots of light, like a string of bubbles, floated up from the corners of his eyes.

It's beautiful, and it's also very sad.

He blinked hard, focused his eyes on the slowly rotating fire ball in midair, and tried his best to tell himself that everything was an illusion.

However, those beautiful eyes in the distance seemed to have some kind of magical power, telling him very clearly that she was looking at him.

"I really want to kill you." He said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and silently moved to the edge of the desk, as if he didn't hear Zheng Qing's threat.

"good, very good!"

Professor Emma didn't know what kind of magic she used, and she came from the classroom door to the boy's desk in the back row, with a kind face and a smile on her face, and praised in a voice that made everyone's hair stand on end:

"Excellent...very successful production!"

Her palm was covering the fireball, and her stubby fingers were shaking rapidly in the air, as if she were plucking invisible strings.

The fire faded, revealing small balls of paper ash.

Many small crimson symbols flowed from the cracked sphere, like chains locked on it in some strange order.

Professor Emma held the small gray ball up high, so that everyone could see it.

"Student Zheng Qing did a great job!" She praised without hesitation, with a big smile on the corner of her mouth, and her slightly bulging eyes became more prominent: "A very outstanding work... I haven't seen such a work for a long time. scene."

"Beginners can complete a basic rune in one go without any inspiration...it is very good...I remember that the last young man who has achieved this level has now traveled a long way in the new world. It is said that he is about to become a A true great wizard."

"I remember that you are a public-funded student this year?"

There was a burst of approving answers in the classroom.

At this time, many people would not begrudge their kindness—everyone seemed to ignore the gypsy witch at the door of the classroom for a while.

"Very good...you earned yourself a credit."

"So, can you share with your classmates your experience in writing the magic text?"

Professor Emma's encouraging eyes fell on the young public finance student.

"Actually, it's the same as when drawing talismans." Zheng Qing cheered up and forced a smile: "Because there are many talisman paintings, the structure of the subtleties of the magic text can be completed relatively smoothly."

"Not enough," the professor held up a finger and shook it: "If you just complete the form of the rune like a cat drawing a tiger, it is far from reaching the level of a real 'rune'... Think about it carefully, when you close the pen , What's in your mind? Are there any mood swings?"

When is it time to collect the pen?

What are the mood swings?

Zheng Qing smiled dryly, and slid past the classroom door guiltily.

The gypsy witch stood in the empty seat in the first row and hadn't taken her seat yet.

"I'm just... I was just taken aback... No, I was a little nervous... and a little anxious... Feeling anxious?" He waved his arms and added stammeringly: "...Of course, the spirit must be Very focused...highly focused."

A low muffled laugh came from the side.

Zhang Jixin buried his face under his arms, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.

"Don't be depressed. Everyone has their own unique talent. Although your talent doesn't perform well in runes, it doesn't mean it has no achievements in other areas." Professor Emma patted Zhang Jixin on the back comfortingly.

Apparently, she mistakenly thought that the male classmate was crying in shame because of his poor grades.

Zhang Jixin's body froze, and immediately buried his head on his arms more tightly.

"As student Zheng Qing described, when completing the runes, in addition to completing their delicate structures, you also need to inject your own emotions into the strokes and your own understanding of this character."

"For example, this fire rune."

"Student Zheng Qing cleverly introduced the 'heart fire' into it... This is his greatest ability to complete this magic text."

"I hope that everyone sitting in the classroom can truly mobilize your emotions, emotions, and hearts when writing the rune...Only the rune written with heart will be the real rune!"

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"Now, let's applaud Zheng Qing."

"Applause for his outstanding performance!"

All of a sudden, there was a burst of applause in the classroom.

"Very good, very good! Zheng Qing, this is your reward! What's the matter?" Looking back to see Zheng Qing with a pale face, Ms. Emma asked quickly, her voice lowered a lot in an instant.

"It's okay, just some heart palpitations." Zheng Qing forced a smile, pressed his frantically beating heart hard, and his temples felt swollen.

The violent emotional fluctuations a few minutes ago seemed to break a certain string in his mind.

Some scum of feeling buried deep in memory rises.

"Maybe it's the first time to write the magic text, and the energy is exhausted in an instant," Professor Emma looked at his face, and speculated: "Writing the magic text is very exhausting. Many people finish the first short magic text. Sometimes, it is often necessary to cultivate for a while because of the excessive consumption of vitality, and you only wrote one word, so the situation should not be so serious..."

Zheng Qing nodded her head 'hmm', her dizziness became more and more serious.

He supported the desk, and a bad thought came to his mind.

"Headache……"

He just hummed these two words, his eyes darkened, and he fell down in front of the professor.