Hunting High School

In one's life, one is always faced with various choices.

For example, choose when to get up in the morning, what to eat for breakfast, how much work to do in the morning, whether to order afternoon tea, when to work overtime at night, how many games to play before going to bed, and so on.

All kinds of choices are ubiquitous, filling every aspect of our life, so much so that some people even define "freedom of choice" as the true meaning of freedom.

However, for Zheng Qing, in his eighteen years of life, it seems that there is not much choice left.

Born in a scholarly family, the moment he opened his eyes in this world, the elders had already chosen everything for him in the foreseeable future—what age to start enlightenment, when to learn poetry, who to choose for his posts when practicing big characters, every day What time do you go to bed, and so on.

If it hadn't been for the lingering headache and the round-faced and friendly Mr. Wu, I'm afraid Zheng Qing should be in a normal university now, sitting in a spacious and bright classroom, looking at the thick paper on the desk. Lecture notes, listening to the professor tell the truth that he knows very well that it is useless outside the school.

But the timeline diverged when he was eight years old.

It was as if a big hand came in from the long river of time, forcibly turning a small boat that was going straight into another channel.

The life originally arranged for him by the family has undergone some wonderful changes since then.

For example, he has an extra gentleman who can’t see the end of the dragon, and the bookstore has a yellow raccoon that can walk upright and open a cabinet to steal dried fish; another example is that on his twelfth birthday, he went to a magical In the market, I saw a husky with three heads and a mermaid lying in the bathtub and spitting bubbles.

After these changes continued to accumulate and precipitate, a qualitative leap finally occurred-a few months ago, he took an admissions exam for the University of Wizardry in his dream, and entered this magical university with very high scores.

Just when he was ignorant, his family helped him make a decision again: because of the qualification certification issued by the Education Bureau, the family happily sent him to this higher education institution certified by the Ministry of Education.

"Others have always made decisions for me, maybe today I should make a decision myself..."

Zheng Qing held the red flame in his hands and stared blankly at the small puddle in front of him.

On the shimmering water, there is a blurry face reflected, the facial features are not clear enough, only a red right eye, fine and detailed, shining brightly under the reflection of the waves.

They looked very much like the eyes of those monsters outside the 'Four Elephant Formation'.

It also resembled the eyes of the pig demon he saw through the 'Guardian of Oster' in Damingfang.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing's mood became more and more depressed.

Because he remembered many details that he had subconsciously ignored.

For example, in Damingfang, many wizards on both sides of the street set up the "Guardian of Oster", but only the place where Zheng Qing stayed was discovered by the pig demon, and he bumped into him; another example, on the special admission plane , when he faced the banshee named Nikita in the flight attendant's lounge, the other party's crazy eyes and low whispers; and not long ago, during the night patrol in Linzhong Lake, the kappa was not early It was not too late, but he jumped out when he was passing by.

If one experience can be explained as bad luck, and two experiences can be explained as bad luck, then after three, four, or five times, no matter how slow Zheng Qing was, he finally noticed these strange things.

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He narrowed his right eye slightly, covering the somewhat dazzling red.

During the examination at the school hospital before, both the therapist and the professors of the college told him to relax, don't worry about the impact of "a little congestion" on him, and don't care about the unfounded gossip in the college .

Zheng Qing naturally followed the good advice and never took the blood in his right eye seriously - at that time, he had full confidence in his own identity. Growing up eating Steamed buns and drinking rice porridge, doesn't he know what kind of 'breed' he is?

But now, looking at the redness in the crevices of his eyes, Zheng Qing suddenly lost a little bit of confidence in his heart.

He was a little afraid to confirm his own identity.

If the monsters can always accurately chase his breath, then there are only two possibilities: he is a special monster, or he is the "Tang Monk Meat" that the monsters like very, very very much—the two results are so bad, So that for a moment Zheng Qing didn't know which result he preferred.

But in the end, he has one thing that is a little certain, that is, he is most likely the one who lured the group of menacing and menacing guys outside.

Zheng Qing held up the red flame in his palm, raised his head, and pressed hard on his right eye. Along with the slight tingling sensation in the eye sockets, the warm and active feeling in the palm of his hand gradually disappeared. Although he didn't look in the mirror, Zheng Qing knew that the red flame should be stuffed into his eyes again.

"Well!"

He snorted, covered his head, his legs gave way, and he knelt down on the ground.

The severe headache came suddenly, as if someone was holding a chisel and using a big hammer to chisel his skull from the outside; it was also like a balloon hidden in his skull and suddenly inflated.

In Zheng Qing's impression, since he was eight years old, he seems to have never experienced such a severe headache again.

Intense low-pitched arguments from the partners could be faintly heard. Fight, go, or stay, no matter which choice is full of risks, but has its own advantages. Everyone is sticking to own opinion, everyone's opinion is correct.

Zheng Qing covered her eyes and sat up slowly.

The headache came and went quickly, and gouging his skull only made his brain a little more clear.

Reason—or the shadow experience constantly emerging in his mind—tells him that staying in the hunting team and relying on other people to keep 'stopping disaster' is the best plan for him to survive in this hunting ground.

Anyway, no one knew that he had attracted those monsters, and no one would blame him for it.

Except himself.

This is another thing that 'feeling' told him: it is wrong to continue to stay in the hunting team.

There is no reason to put other people at risk because of you.

You can't push others into the abyss of Death just because of yourself.

Thinking of the blue bird that was swallowed by the white wolf monster king, thinking of Xiao Xiao who was stuffed into the mouth by the huge Vajra giant ape, Zheng Qing felt like his heart was stabbed hard by something. Like a few hundred times.

He reached into the gray cloth bag at his waist and took out a stack of talisman papers.

Now that I already know that those things are aimed at myself.

Then, things naturally become much simpler.

"It turns out that the choice is not an easy thing."

He laughed in a low voice, and tied two armored horse talismans to his legs, then two more, and two more—until the talismans could no longer stack up.

"Wait a minute and run, it will definitely be cool."

This thought flashed through Zheng Qing's heart, but he couldn't help but think that if no one knew what he was doing, no matter how popular he was, he would still be walking at night in brocade clothes, which is a little regrettable.

He opened the Dharma book in his hand, and softly recited three short mantras in a slightly regretful voice:

"Sleep without sleep!"

"I'm still sleepless!"

"Sleep without hearing!"

Invisible fluctuations swayed from the Dharma book, covering the entire Dharma circle in the blink of an eye.

Plop, plop, plop.

The sound of the body falling to the ground sounded one after another.

Zheng Qing squinted his right eye, turned around, looked at his sleeping companions, and smacked his lips—"Ah, actually, the last spell should be saved. I originally planned to tell you a few words...but 'I still have no hearing' Come on, sleep and can't hear you!"

"Miscalculated, miscalculated."

Zheng Qing shook his head, and finally gave up leaving a small note, but added a 'mayfly feather' to himself, and walked straight out of the enveloping range of the four-element circle.

The group of demons surrounding them immediately became agitated, but they were forced to stare at their scarlet eyes and salivate all over the ground under the strong restraint of their respective leaders.

"Want to eat me?!"

Zheng Qing laughed twice, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Come if you want to eat!"

"I'm waiting for you at the end of the sky... If you can't catch up, don't blame me for not treating you!"

After all, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he had already broken through the first line of defense of the monster group, like a cloud of green smoke, he flew towards the horizon.

The group of demons in place froze for a few seconds, then turned around amidst the roars of embarrassment and anger from the leaders, let go of the girls and scrambled up.

Seen from the sky, on the green canvas, there is a small red dot in front, and behind it is a dark wave of beasts chasing him like a sandstorm. (to be continued)