Hunting High School

It was getting dark.

This small street is like a giant dragon that has just woken up on Jinshan, stretching its body lazily. Colorful gemstones slipped from it, shining with charming brilliance.

Zheng Qing took small sips of the milk tea in the paper cup, carefully avoiding every single pearl.

He didn't like the slimy texture of these things.

The other freshmen lay weakly on the bar counter, waiting for their freshman guide to return.

Nicholas lined up at a restaurant not far away to get a dining number for them.

It is said that that restaurant offers the most cost-effective buffet in Beta Town, and the seats are always tight.

"Don't worry! I know the restaurant manager very well, and I'll take care of it for you."

Before the freshman left with confidence, he bought a cup of milk tea for each freshman.

Dingling, Dangling.

Da da, da da.

The crisp sound of copper bells mixed with the sound of hooves on stone slabs echoed in the street.

Zheng Qing raised his head.

A big black sheep with round horns, dragging a small four-wheeled wooden cart, marched unhurriedly on the street.

A little boy with a mushroom head sat in the car.

Turning the corner, there is a small open space.

The boy claps his hands.

The big black sheep with round horns stopped steadily and turned to look at the boy.

The boy jumped out of the car and gently stroked the black sheep's back.

"That brat, come to drink my milk tea again." The uncle of the milk tea shop laughed and cursed, took out a big paper cup from behind the bar, and began to make milk tea.

"Who is he?" Zheng Qing asked with great interest.

"Lin Guo, the youngest student in the first university in the past century." The uncle of the milk tea shop raised his head proudly: "It is also the pride of the whole Beta Town."

Xiao Xiao, who smashed his head on the notebook next to him, raised his head and turned his head hard to look.

Zheng Qing glanced at his neck worriedly.

On his cheeks, the crimson imprint on the edge of the notebook is very conspicuous.

"Is he Lin Guo?" Xiao Xiao asked hurriedly as he spread out his notebook.

"You don't know?" Zheng Qing was a little strange. He remembered that on the special plane, Xiao Xiao had introduced him to the youngest student in First University.

"I just know." Xiao Xiao rubbed his face, and the deep red marks on his cheeks quickly faded away.

street corner.

The boy took off the saddle from the back of the black sheep and put up the canopy of the four-wheeled cart.

A five-story simple bookcase appeared in the cold wind on the streets of Beta Town.

He lifted a brown leather four-legged stool from the car and placed it in front of the bookcase.

Then sit on your knees, with your back straight.

"What is he doing?" Zheng Qing was a little curious.

"Setting up a stall - it's obvious." Xiao Xiao despised him.

"Has he been setting up the stall for a long time?" Zheng Qing looked at the owner of the milk tea shop, ignoring Xiao Xiao's sarcasm.

"On and off for a few years."

"It's been so long! How old is he?"

"Ten? Eleven at most." The boss nodded affirmatively.

Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao suspiciously. He still remembered that the watermelon-headed boy mentioned in his introduction in the morning that there are two 12-year-old students this year, one is Li Meng and the other is Lin Guo.

"Different calendars have different calculation calibers. Eleven years old and false age twelve." Xiao Xiao analyzed very seriously.

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"What about his family?"

The owner of the milk tea shop stopped what he was doing and sighed deeply:

"His family used to have a Lin's shop in Beta Town, which sold alchemy items. The old shop has been in the town for some years."

"Three years ago, a fiery demon fled into Beta Town and burned more than a dozen shops along the way. The Lin family's shop was also destroyed at that time. The decades-old shop, once the fire passed, only a piece of ruins remained."

"His family members were buried in the flames. In the early morning of the next day, the wizards who had worked all night saw Linguo singing in the ruins shrouded in morning mist."

"Singing?" A freshman next to him couldn't help but whispered.

"Yes, singing "A Happy Little Frog" was very popular at that time." The owner of the milk tea shop supported the bar and looked at the little boy not far away, his eyes were also full of confusion:

"He sat cleanly on the baby carriage, rang the bell on the car, and sang songs over and over again. The tired wizards almost thought he was an evil spirit."

Zheng Qing looked at the thin figure silently, rang the bell, and sat quietly on the street.

Thinking of that sad morning three years ago, and thinking of the nursery rhyme that pierced through the morning mist, I felt sour from the bottom of my heart.

"Where does he live now?"

"The school arranged a dormitory for him. Don't underestimate him. He is the youngest student in the first university in three hundred years. He has a high talent in alchemy and is a real genius. It is said that the flower of the school two years ago His name appeared on the roster, but the principal said that Lin Guo was too young, so he delayed it for two years. The school provided him with food, clothing, housing and transportation, and helped him study various basic subjects. It seems that this year he will formally Admission."

"Two years ago..." Zheng Qing's heart was overwhelmed by a greater sourness.

A freshman who is less than ten years old is still the same as himself.

It is a reality that is even more desperate than despair.

"What does he usually sell?" A freshman next to him asked.

"Old textbooks and exercise books discarded by senior grades; leftover medicines and talismans made by students; some talisman paper, talisman pens, cinnabar, and herbs. Gossip and rumors in the school; some private entrustments of some students, promises made by school workers Wait a minute. His minivan is very famous in the First University, and the girls are willing to hand over these things to him.” The owner of the milk tea shop looked at the freshmen with a smile: “He is very popular with girls .”

"It's so colorful!"

"so amazing!"

The newcomers laughed, looked at the little boy not far away, and praised him endlessly.

"Excuse me, help pass the milk tea to that kid." The uncle at the milk tea shop patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder, pushed a cup of fragrant drink from behind the bar, and pointed to the kid who set up a stall on the street.

The paper cup is a bit hot.

Holding the bottom of the cup, Zheng Qing trotted all the way to the boy's goat cart.

The boy sat in a well-behaved posture, with a large heavy book spread out on his lap.

Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of the tiny print in the center of the header.

"Principles of Alchemy Third Year University"

His hands trembled and he almost dropped the paper cup to the ground.

The boy looked up at Zheng Qing, his eyebrows were very light, and his eyes were dark and clear.

"Hello, this is from the milk tea shop owner." Zheng Qing held the paper cup and handed it to the boy, reminding, "Be careful of burning your hands."

The boy closed the thick book on his lap and put it on the small stool. He stood up, bowed slightly, then took the milk tea and put it on the shelf next to the bookcase.

"Please take a look at the stall for me." The boy pursed his lips and explained shyly, "I'm going to thank the uncle at the milk tea shop."

"No trouble, no trouble." Zheng Qing waved his hands again and again.

Linguo adjusted her clothes meticulously, pulled the straps on her shoulders, and walked towards the milk tea shop.

Zheng Qing noticed that he was carrying a blue backpack.

A Mickey Mouse on the schoolbag is trying to stretch its neck to explore the aroma of milk tea.

"This is not for you." Zheng Qing found it interesting and moved the milk tea further away.

The image of Mickey Mouse jumped up and down on the schoolbag angrily, grinning.

Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

The pan-horned black sheep pulling the cart wriggled its cheeks and turned to look at him.

His eyes were full of contempt.