Hunting High School

Time was rewound a few hours ago.

At that time, Zheng Qing felt that his head was about to explode.

He has no way to understand his current state.

On the one hand, he clearly knew that he was in a deep sleep—to be precise, his body was in a deep sleep. On the other hand, on the contrary, his spirit is in a state of high activity.

Since Xiao Xiao took a sleeping potion last night, his body fell into an irreversible dormant state under the effect of the potion. However, his spirit miraculously escaped from the shackles of his body, and he remained awake all the time, as if he had a third perspective to observe the surroundings instead of his eyes.

In this state, he clearly saw that Zhang Jixin and others slapped him, poured cold water on him, and poured him all kinds of strange medicines in order to wake him up—until the therapist from the school hospital arrived After that, they became more restrained under the doctor's orders.

"He's just overworking his brain and needs a good rest - if you're proficient in soul magic, you can feel the force field of ideas active around him - there's no potion that can heal mental fatigue like a sweet dream. "

Before leaving the dormitory, the therapist at the school hospital warned: "Twenty-four hours, if he still hasn't woken up after twenty-four hours, then he must be sent to the school hospital... Before that, don't feed him again. Take those weird sober potions."

"Especially Humeizi powder! That stuff is used to treat epilepsy! Although it has the effect of refreshing the mind, improper use is more likely to cause him to show nervous convulsions...or hysteria."

"Absolutely not, teacher!" Xin Fatty expressed his position firmly, almost swearing.

"Since you can't wake up, then don't waste time." Zhang Jixin slumped on the chair and hummed weakly: "Let's call it a day..."

That's it for you, but for me, it's never over! The mental body of the young public fee student listened to the discussions of his partners, thinking indignantly, and at the same time tried his best to sink into his body.

Intuition told him that as long as he can go back, his own body can wake up.

But his body seemed to be full of invisible repulsion, repelling any immersion of his spirit. Even if it's just a finger inserted, it took him a lot of effort.

The time to return to the body is nowhere in sight, as if it is going to become an unattainable dream.

"Hey, I was really shocked!" A voice suddenly rang in his ear: "I've been wondering since yesterday, why did you suddenly have Soul Expanding Aperture."

Zheng Qing's mental body was startled by this abrupt voice.

He turned his attention away from Own, only to 'see' a familiar figure standing behind him.

He is short and fat, wearing a blue robe and a black mandarin jacket, and a pair of black-rimmed round glasses.

It's Mr. Wu.

"Sir?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes, and shouted: "Why are you here! Am I dreaming? No, no, I feel very clearly, I am awake...not right, if I am really awake , how can I see you?! This is the first university..."

The poor public fee student was quickly dazed by his own reasoning, and his original pure spirit became a little chaotic.

"Of course I'm real!" Mr. Wu laughed, stretched out his hand and stroked Zheng Qing's head: "Sir, do you still have fake ones? Last night I noticed that your soul was a little different. I thought you failed to become a cat... …I didn’t expect that it was still in such a strange state until noon today, so I couldn’t help but take the time to take a look.”

Zheng Qing's spirit, which was a little dazed at first, became sober again under the comfort of Mr. Wu.

Countless questions flashed through his mind in an instant, and he wanted to ask Mr.

For example, does your husband know about First University? Does he also know where the First University is? Does he know how to get to First University? Enter the school casually, does he have an invitation letter? If he knew, why never mentioned this school to me?

For another example, how did Mr. know that my soul is Expanding Aperture? Put a spell on me? How did he know that I turned into a cat? Why didn't he teach me to become a cat when I had a headache before? Was the yellow raccoon in the bookstore also transformed by a wizard? Wizard or Witch? I even hugged it, why didn’t I remember to lift its tail and have a look...

All of a sudden, thoughts flooded his heart, and all sorts of weird thoughts popped up uncontrollably, and even the originally condensed spirit was scattered by the shock.

"Calm down, stay in the center!" Mr. Wu slapped him on the head, and said lightly: "Your spirit is still very fragile, don't think wildly! Be careful of falling into a magic barrier... If you have any problems, go home and go to the bookstore during the holidays Find me!"

Zheng Qing's mind trembled, his mind immediately eliminated distracting thoughts, and his spirit immediately became stable again.

"I used to be worried that your head disease would cause soul damage, so I left a spell casually. I didn't expect it to work after so long." Mr. Wu seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be explaining: "Otherwise, The separation of your soul and body, I am afraid only the great wizard can see it in person."

"What's wrong with me?" This was the first question Zheng Qing asked after he calmed down completely.

"Obviously, you have been squeezed out by your own soul." Mr. Wu lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, and leaned in front of Zheng Qing, carefully observing Zheng Qing's physical condition, and nodded from time to time, expressing admiration sound.

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"Squeezed out by my soul?" Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was a bit inexplicable.

He couldn't help lowering his head to see what his 'external soul' looked like.

Empty, nothing.

Is my soul still in my body? So what am I now? a memory? A piece of dream? Or... a shadow?

"Yes, it's squeezed out." Mr. Wu explained: "It's like a bucket of water. If you continue to pour water into the bucket after it is full, it will naturally overflow... Your body can bear the limit of the strength of the soul, so you can't hold it. The soul is squeezed out..."

"But why 'I' was squeezed out?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but exclaimed: "Shouldn't I be the master of this body? The ones who should be squeezed out are those extra souls!"

"Which piece of soul is superfluous?" Mr. Wu asked back.

Zheng Qing was speechless.

"No piece of soul is superfluous." The gentleman lowered his head, checked Zheng Qing's physical condition, and concluded: "The reason why your 'consciousness' is excluded is because your body judges that this is the most favorable choice. After all, "other" soul fragments are thrown out of the body, and they are likely to be scattered with the wind-in short, they are lost and annihilated-while your consciousness will remain "consciously" and will not affect the stability of the soul as a whole .”

"Just like what the little therapist said just now, adequate rest can allow your body to adapt to the new soul strength. At that time, you can 'live' back."