Hunting High School

A furry thing brushed Zheng Qing's nose, and with a huge sneeze, Zheng Qing rubbed his sleepy eyes and dragged the little furry guy into Own's arms, and ruthlessly trampled a few times.

Accompanied by a squeak that seemed to be a snickering sound, Zheng Qing sighed heavily.

Grabbing the phone, the time displayed on it was August 29th. It has been more than a month since the last dreamlike experience, and there are two days before the official departure to First University.

It's like dreaming.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but took out the admission notice again and read it carefully.

A wet tongue licked his cheek tirelessly.

Zheng Qing turned his face sideways, a pair of big sparkling eyes were staring at him without blinking. The little pink nose is wrinkled and wrinkled, accompanied by the shaking of the big ears, and the big white tail is flicking and flicking, which is really cute.

It was Poseidon, the little fox.

"Go and play with Fei Rui, don't lick me all the time." He muttered, got up, and walked to the balcony with the little guy in his arms.

That fat hamster has been living in his house for so long, so it should help take care of the children. Zheng Qing threw the little fox to Fei Rui's nest with bad intentions.

In less than two months, Poseidon had grown from the size of one fist to the size of two fists, and the light blue ripples on his body became more and more obvious. Just like its naughty mother, the little guy is very lively. Waking up sneezing every day has become a new habit for Zheng Qing.

After wiping his face casually, he punched a few times on the balcony, drank a cup of soy milk to warm himself up, and after breakfast, Zheng Qing hurried back to his room to read.

That's right, reading a book.

If Mr. Wu brought himself into a mysterious world, then the book list of First University swept away a veil of this mysterious world, allowing Zheng Qing to see a broader history and reality.

In the past, he always thought that Own would be in the mountains and dense forests in the future, and it would only be as big as a calligraphy collection.

But after only one month, his world has become vast and boundless.

Open the bookmark of "Great History · Modern and Contemporary World History", and turn to the place where I read it last time. Zheng Qing read it with relish:

"...At the beginning of the twentieth century in the Baiding calendar, there was still a dispute in the wizarding world over whether wizards would appear on a large scale..."

Thomas visited again a few days ago and brought Zheng Qing a "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" borrowed from the library, which was the version released by the Quality Education Office of the Wizarding Union Education Committee he mentioned earlier. Because Zheng Qing has not yet officially enrolled, the borrower is Thomas himself.

After repeatedly reminding Zheng Qing to keep the book safe, the busy interviewer left in a hurry.

After this period of cramming, Zheng Qing has been able to understand many unfamiliar words.

Like 'Bai Ding'.

In the wizarding world, white dings refer specifically to other humans who are not wizards; in other words, the white dings' world is the world of ordinary people.

"...Stubborn wizards (non-contact faction), think that wizards are born noble, and mortals are untouchable, and strongly resist any form of contact...Conservative wizards (limited contact faction), believe that wizards should keep a mysterious and low profile, and reduce contact with mortals Contact to avoid uncontrollable events... Radical wizards (positive contacts) believe that wizards are friends of mankind and have the responsibility and obligation to help human society develop and progress better. They believe that the isolation policy is an act of discrimination... "

"...The series of evil incidents have intensified this controversy... On the mortal land of Europa, several kings were controlled by dark creatures, causing huge casualties...The evil soul wizards in Vienna spread hatred on a large scale, It detonated the craziest internecine killing in the Baiding world... At the same time, in the Greater China region, the Fusang samurai family roamed wantonly, while the three religions and nine streams of the Middle Earth turned a blind eye to this because of their stubborn stance..."

"...Given that the Baiding World is the foundation of the wizarding world, after several debates, on the basis of referring to the "Blood Clan Masquerade Treaty" and other laws and regulations, on July 21, 1945, the Grand Wizarding Conference of the Wizarding Union held the first meeting At the thousand five hundred and thirty-sixth meeting, the "Wizard Behavior Management Measures" was unanimously passed, which imposed strict restrictions on the mundane life of wizards... At the same time, powerful wizards were sent deep into the white world, bringing nuclear power, from another perspective Put an end to the recurrence of the tragedy..."

Zheng Qing took out a notebook, flipped to the last place where he took notes, added a new line, put an asterisk on it, and put it on the note: July 21, 1945——The Grand Wizarding Conference of the Wizarding Union—the first Thousand five hundred and thirty-sixth meeting - "Wizard Behavior Management Measures".

The most famous achievement in China's education circle is exam-oriented education. Zheng Qing, who has been nurtured in this environment for nearly 20 years, has a lot of experience in how to quickly master knowledge points.

He knows that he has a weak foundation and a poor grasp of knowledge points.

So he raced against time to enrich his knowledge of the wizarding world as much as possible.

Soon, noon passed.

After lunch, Dad dragged Zheng Qing into the room, handed him a bus ticket to Chang'an, and said, "You don't spend much money from the family when you go to college, and even the school has prepared the ticket, so I let you go to Chang'an." Be more comfortable when you leave home, and study hard when you arrive at school, don’t waste such a good opportunity.”

Sweeping the white of his father's temples, Zheng Qing blinked and gave a very strong "hmm".

"Your school is also strange, there is only one special plane, and it doesn't accept parents to pick you up." Mom didn't know when she entered the house, and complained with a smile: "Well, don't you really need money? Bring some from home Well."

"No need, the school is closed, and there is nowhere to spend it." Zheng Qing was melancholy when he thought of the appalling exchange rate between wizard currency and soft girl currency. In the past few days, he sorted out the talisman notebooks in the box under the bed, and there were less than thirty intact ones. According to the price he inquired at Sijifang, it is estimated that a jade coin cannot be exchanged.

Maybe I can try to work part-time in my spare time to earn life fees.

Thinking of this, his heart felt a little eager to try.

"Let's bring some," finally Dad made a decision, and handed over a bank card: "There are thousands of dollars in it, just treat it as pocket money on weekdays, and the password is your own birthday."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

"Hmm." Zheng Qing no longer refused, and bowed his head in response.

"Let's go, take the time to say goodbye to your classmates."

"Don't forget Mr. Wu!" Professor Zheng came out of the study and urged.

"Understood!" Zheng Qing nodded vigorously: "I'll go to Sanyou Bookstore to have a look. I don't know if the husband is back today."

On the day he received the notice from First University, Zheng Qing went to Sanyou Bookstore to find Mr. Wu. However, the door of the bookstore was closed, and there was a notice board on the window sill, which read, "The owner has something to go out, and the store is temporarily closed."

This kind of thing has happened frequently in the past decade or so. Every autumn and winter, Mr. Wu will take the yellow raccoon out for a period of time. It can be as short as ten days or as long as several months. Zheng Qing still remembers that when he was 15 years old, Mr. Wu left before the Mid-Autumn Festival and did not return until the next spring equinox.

According to Mr., he is going to save the world.

Every time Zheng Qing heard it, although he didn't scoff at it, he kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, and remained silent.