Hunting High School

Perhaps because they both have a notebook that can never be finished, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao feel a tacit understanding when they get along.

like now.

Both of them sensed the uneasiness slowly creeping in the air.

Holding the Own black case notebook in his hands, Xiao Xiao silently moved a few steps further away.

He hates trouble.

And Zheng Qing put his hand into his own gray cloth bag.

He is not afraid of trouble.

It's just that the only thing he's worried about is that there are almost no talismans for fighting in the own gray cloth bag.

During her long calligraphy practice career, Zheng Qing spent most of her time reviewing characters. The complete spells that Mr. taught him are very few, and almost all of them are meditation and spiritual rejuvenation.

The only thing that can help these sophomores is probably the town characters.

Zheng Qing took out a talisman post, and began to tear off the complete talisman paper in the post one by one.

This is a talisman book with the characters of 'town', and it is also Zheng Qing's practice copybook on weekdays.

All the talismans in the post have been drawn and can be activated at any time.

For him, talisman paper is the big characters that he copies every day, as long as he tears up the post, there will always be some.

Center of the field.

The old man with blond hair and white robe squinted his eyes, raised the goblet in his hand, raised it to the blue bird, turned his head to look at Lin Guo, and said slowly in a haughty and reserved tone: "Accept the invitation, you will get Sir Friedman's friendship."

Friedman?

Some of the onlookers seemed to know the name, whispering to each other.

The originally angry milk tea shop owner hesitated with several other neighbors, and returned to his shop.

Seems like this guy is a celebrity?

Zheng Qing tore through the post and glanced at Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao buried his head in his own black case notebook, and did not make a sound.

"I don't want it!" Lingo refused loudly again.

The old man in the blond white robe closed his smiling face and looked at the little boy expressionlessly.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly froze.

Lan Que patted Lin Guo on the shoulder and said very seriously: "You are very brave, I recognize you!"

Lin Guo looked at the blue bird, her eyes sparkling, and she nodded heavily.

"Remember! Not everyone can get my approval!" Lan Que raised her head proudly, leaning on her sword.

The blond-haired white-robed face darkened, and the goblet in his hand was crushed with a 'pop'.

Sparse shards of glass fell from his hands, glinting uncomfortably under the dim yellow lights of the roadside.

Several other Alpha students wandered around the blue bird slowly, looking at him with ill intentions.

The situation is imminent.

The onlookers took a few steps towards Retreated very consciously.

"Hey, Blue Bird, do you see where Shi Yuan is?" Zheng Qing greeted loudly, with both hands in his robe, holding the talisman that he had just torn off, walking casually to the tall white robe The old man leaned back and looked around, as if he was looking for someone.

Linguo looked at Zheng Qing happily.

The blue bird glanced at Zheng Qing, moved its lips, and finally pulled out a smile.

Zheng Qing had a calm demeanor, but he was crazily complaining in his heart, imagining how he would look with a bruised nose and a swollen face later.

"Oh, I saw it." A boy with a medium build, a solid figure, a red face, a little dark skin, and an inch of hair pushed aside the people around him, and walked behind another white robe, very casually. He waved his hand at Zheng Qing, revealing the black gloves between his palms: "little monk seems to have gone to vegetarian food."

It's Zhang Jixin.

A bright smile appeared on Zheng Qing's face: "What a coincidence!"

"It's unlucky!" Zhang Jixin clenched his fists tightly, with a troubled expression on his face, and muttered, "Why is it so bad every time I meet you?"

"What?" Zheng Qing didn't hear clearly.

"I mean, if you don't care about this, your legs will be broken if you find out about it." Zhang Jixin looked at him viciously.

More and more students gathered on the street, and everyone looked at them curiously.

Freshmen in red robes, blue robes, and white robes challenge the old students in white robes together?

It looks interesting!

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really didn't see you here!" A slightly flustered female voice sounded: "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Zheng Qing turned his head, blinked, and couldn't help but smile.

The thin white robe who disappeared into the air just now was squatting on the ground with his legs crossed, grinning and gasping for air.

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And a girl with a slender figure, a short red skirt, black high boots, big wine red waves, and a pair of big black eyes was standing aside in a hurry to apologize.

"I'm really sorry, I was playing cards and I didn't see anyone in front of me." The girl looked apologetic, but the light blue deck of cards in her hand was rattling, showing no intention of stopping.

"No, it doesn't matter." The thin black robe gritted his teeth, gasped, and tilted his head without confidence, staring at the flickering blue card in the girl's hand.

"Ah! Hooligan!" The girl playing cards screamed, covering the own short skirt with one hand, grabbing the own card with the other, kicking it out with a flying kick.

The skinny alpha boy covered his lower body, his eyes were bulging, his mouth was open, and he gasped silently.

The onlookers shivered in unison.

Zheng Qing swallowed her saliva, and the dull hair on the top of her head wilted quickly.

"It's his eyes that are wandering." The girl pouted, still apologetic, but the blue deck of cards was still flying in her hand like a windmill.

"This classmate is okay!" A dull voice sounded next to him: "Which classmate will help? He seems to have fallen hard!"

Zheng Qing followed the prestige, and a tall blue-robed boy was supporting the skinny boy who was hit by the blue bird just now, pulling him by one arm and putting him aside, he kept talking about going to the school hospital, but his eyes kept looking at In the middle of the field, there was no movement under his feet.

Several blue robes yelled and rushed forward, surrounding the skinny boy.

Looking around, Zheng Qing grinned and smirked, his mind was blank, but there was a strange impulse rolling and roaring in his heart.

Lingo burst into tears.

The blue tit patted his head lightly.

The blond-haired and white-robed Alpha student sneered, waving his index finger slowly, and said with a smile: "Although I admire your actions, this is an internal matter of Alpha. Are the alumni a bit out of bounds?"

He put the accent on the word alumni.

"Get off you bastard, if you want to hit, hit it, if you don't hit it, get out!" Zhang Jixin's reddish face became brighter and brighter, his hands loosened and tightened, and he roared impatiently.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt refreshed.

The blond old man's face froze, then sank.

Although the long-term reserve made him swallow the foul words in his mouth, the gloomy face showed his own attitude more clearly than ever.

After a moment of silence, he finally asked slowly but firmly: "So, you are determined to tarnish Sir Friedman's honor."

"Who is Friedman?" Zhang Jixin shouted impatiently, "Don't keep talking about Friedman, as if he is your father."

The onlookers burst out laughing.

A few blue robes even feared that the world would not be chaotic, and cheered loudly from the sidelines.

This blond-haired Alpha student was completely unaware of being insulted verbally, his face flushed, and he was trembling with anger.

Crack, crack, crack!

Street lamps within tens of meters on the street exploded one after another.

Darkness descended again.

The onlookers screamed again and again.

The clear and deep voice of the blond-haired white robe hovered over the street: "I, Arthur Ness, on behalf of Sir Friedman, regret your unfriendly behavior."

The most burly figure in the white robe heard the sound, opened his red eyes, roared angrily, stepped heavily, and swung his fist at Zhang Jixin.

"Okay!" Zhang Jixin smiled, and waved his fists fiercely to meet him.

Zheng Qing's tense nerves were broken in an instant, and the talisman in his hand was thrown to the center of the field recklessly, hitting Arthur Ness not far away.

Another tall and thin alpha student spread his hands and floated out of nowhere, muttering something. Two flames slowly emerged from his hands.

Lan Que frowned and rubbed his hands a few times, but finally did not draw out the long sword, but raised the blade and pointed forward.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao, who had been burying his face in the notebook, finally raised his head. He sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"Don't take out the book! Solve the problem with your fist!"

Watermelon head yelled, waving the black hard-shell notebook in his hand and rushed up.