Hunting High School

In Zheng Qing's impression, headaches have always been a big trouble.

Many childhood memories are blurred. For example, he can't remember what the girl he liked in elementary school looked like, nor can he remember the name of the four-wheel drive car that his uncle gave him on his twelfth birthday. Even the promise he made when he graduated from junior high school, if he didn't open the diary, He has no impression at all.

But the feeling of headache, like the bright moon hovering in the sky every night, is always so fresh and clear.

He can still clearly recall the sound of bumping his head against the wall when he had a headache when he was a child, and he can also recall the first time when he fell to the ground and convulsed in Sanyou Bookstore, the crabapple flower in front of the store had just bloomed five petals.

Everything is so unforgettable.

Fortunately, he has a Mr.

Mr. Wu used his mysterious and unpredictable means to suppress the recurring headaches for Zheng Qing, allowing him to grow up with peace of mind and have a relatively normal memory.

It's just that the peaceful life is gradually going away.

When did it start?

When no one is around, Zheng Qing will occasionally think about this problem.

Maybe it was when he saw Mr. Wu waving his teacup, maybe it was the first time he stepped into the Huizi collection, maybe it was that morning when he woke up and found the thick, bulging envelope beside his pillow when.

Magic, wizard, First University, these fantastic words seemed to flood into his life overnight, followed by recurring headaches.

From the school's special plane, to the classroom of the astronomy professor.

Less than a month after the start of school, the headache has already occurred three times.

This is never a good thing.

"Big trouble?" Zheng Qing repeated Professor Yao's words, and his voice changed a little: "Be mentally prepared!"

He had seen these words before.

The terminally ill protagonists on TV, doctors like to use this scary word when telling them about their illness.

"How long can I live?" The young public finance student thought that he would face such a cruel life without hugging Elena, and couldn't help feeling sad, his voice choked up.

"Huh?" Professor Yao's eyebrows were raised high.

"It's okay, just say it, I can accept it." Zheng Qing sniffed, and said in a rambling manner: "Don't tell my family members about this kind of thing...they are ordinary people and have never been in contact with the magic world. You will still have all kinds of misunderstandings... I am eighteen years old and have full legal capacity...I can sign for myself. After I die, I hope the school can be a puppet and go home in my place...I I have accumulated more than a dozen credits, which can be used to pay related expenses."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a big stone fall from the bottom of his heart, and his eyelids didn't feel hot anymore.

But Professor Yao sitting behind his desk obviously didn't think so.

"I think...maybe you...have... misunderstood my words...to some extent." The professor obviously took a lot of effort to accept the out-of-the-box thinking of the outstanding student in front of him: "No one dies...especially for wizards Come on."

"Oh!" Zheng Qing's eyes widened immediately: "That's right! I'm a wizard... I can use magic... Is there a spell to cure headaches? Potions are also fine... It would be even better if I got a talisman, I can give it myself Draw your own symbols."

"Calm down." Professor Yao flipped open the book on the table, flicked his fingers, with a helpless expression: "Did Mrs. Bella feed you the stimulant this morning?"

A light blue streamer rose from the pages of the book under the professor's finger, hovered in the air for a few weeks, and rushed into Zheng Qing's chest.

A cold feeling gushed out from his heart, making the young public finance student shudder several times.

His mind immediately became much clearer.

Those embarrassing words a few minutes ago came to his mind almost immediately, making his cheeks flush red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, I'm sorry," he staggered and pushed the chair away, apologized stutteringly, blushing like Zhang Jixin's brother: "I don't know what's going on."

"It's okay." Professor Yao gently hooked his fingers.

The soft leather chair behind Zheng Qing slammed forward, his legs went numb, and he sat on the swivel chair uncontrollably.

"I know what's the reason..." The professor continued to flip through the materials at hand: "As I said just now, your headache is a big problem...it makes your spirit very active...but activeness is often associated with vulnerability Together. This is one of the reasons why you lost control of your emotions just now."

Zheng Qing licked his somewhat dry lips, trying to restrain his urge to speak.

"A little further forward." The professor beckoned again.

The swivel chair under the seat arched forward violently, stuffing Zheng Qing's legs into the gap of the mahogany desk.

"Close your left eye." The professor leaned forward and opened Zheng Qing's right eyelid.

His rough fingers scratched Zheng Qing's eyelids.

"Magic is not as omnipotent as you imagine. On the contrary, it is a very strict skill." Professor Yao flipped through the book of Own, looking for a suitable spell, carefully observed Zheng Qing's right eye, and said slowly: " So don't expect me to be able to undo this curse of yours with a spell or two."

While speaking, he took out a crumpled talisman from the drawer, pulled a hair from the young wizard's head, and then knocked the ashes from the pipe on the talisman and wiped it lightly.

The orange sparks exploded little by little, and wisps of blue smoke slowly fluttered from the talisman paper.

"Curse!" Zheng Qing ignored the burning talisman on the desk, and finally couldn't hold back his tumbling thoughts, and exclaimed in horror.

"Don't be nervous, young man." The professor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "In the eyes of wizards, this kind of invisible injury without obvious trauma is a curse. The cancer of the white people is a very good example. According to modern healers, cancer is 'the curse of Gaia'."

"Then what is my curse?"

Professor Yao didn't speak, and quietly looked at the burnt ashes of the talisman paper in front of him. After a long time, he murmured: "Sure enough, we still need professional people to look at it."

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First University's most professional hospital for treatment is the school hospital.

And Zheng Qing just came out of the school hospital.

So, an hour after leaving the white building, Zheng Qing once again appeared in Mrs. Bella's stern eyes.

"He needs to use the clean house." Lao Yao smiled dryly, looked at the stern-faced Mrs. Bella, and added, "Just for a while..."

"Then why do you have to go through the discharge procedures!" The head nurse slapped the medical record in her hand: "I don't know if I need to issue a stack of certificates every time I enter and exit? Do you think my work is easy? Hmm ?!"

Zheng Qing shrank his neck, looked at the irascible head nurse and the smiling professor, and quietly rubbed against the corner, trying to reduce the sense of own existence.

Only Dr. Ma, who was on duty, could ignore the oppressive atmosphere in the room at this time and mediate to some extent: "I can only arrange a comprehensive examination today... the specific examination results are estimated to come out next week."

"It's okay, it's okay." Lao Yao had no objection to the doctor's arrangement: "This kind of thing should be left to professionals."

As he spoke, he bared his yellow teeth and showed a flattering smile to Mrs. Bella.

The head nurse ignored him, but quickly arranged for Zheng Qing to have a comprehensive checkup in the clean house.

The Pure House is a small room full of formations, talismans, and runes. Wizards use this small room to analyze curses and study changes.

In order to keep the breath in the house pure, the clean house has neither windows nor doors.

After only a few minutes inside, Zheng Qing was pulled out by the head nurse.

"The examination is very simple, but the data analysis is very cumbersome." Dr. Ma stared at those blistered eyes, and said in a weak voice, "I will send the relevant examination results directly to the office of Jiuyou College..."

"There is nothing else to do today, you should go back first." Lao Yao waved his hand to the young public-funded student, and added: "I remember your elective course in the afternoon is Life?"

Zheng Qing nodded obediently.

"Well, I went to the library to find Downton before class in the afternoon, and asked for the homework of history, philosophy, and pharmacy for the past two days... The teachers are very tolerant and allow you to hand it in before class next week."

The young public fee student was stunned for a while, then walked towards the library dejectedly.