Hunting High School

After washing up, changing into a clean robe, and putting on a new belt and cufflinks, the young public finance student stood in front of the full-length mirror refreshed, grinning, trying to show a just right smile.

"With all due respect, sir!" The full-length mirror said gruffly: "Your upper canine teeth protrude slightly, and they have not been whitened and polished, so they are not suitable for smiling...As a professional image planner, I suggest Don't show a single tooth when you smile."

"Shut up!" The young public finance student yelled at this mindless guy, and closed his mouth in annoyance.

"Also, it's snowing today. It would be great if you can wear a black or red scarf when you go out." The dressing mirror didn't shut up immediately, but continued to sell its opinions to Zheng Qing.

As a full-length mirror in the boys' dormitory, except for Dylan's occasional use of it, other people hardly pay much attention to their appearance. This makes it suffer from loneliness. Therefore, every time someone stands in front of it and carefully arranges their clothes, they will receive a large basket of various suggestions.

Some suggestions are more pertinent. For example, the dressing mirror just suggested that Zheng Qing wear a scarf when going out. The young public finance student thought it over and immediately accepted it. But some suggestions are very annoying-for example, once Fatty stood in front of the full-length mirror to try on own's new dress, and the full-length mirror suggested drinking some body sculpting potion and trying on the dress again.

"I can hear the soul of the gown crying because of your fat!" The full-length mirror commented bitterly: "With your figure, there is actually no difference between wearing a gown or pajamas to the prom..."

Fortunately, other people in the dormitory were there at the time, and seeing that the situation was not right, they forcibly stopped the angry Xin Fatty, saving the broken-mouthed mirror from shattering.

"I remember you said that you have served the O'Brien family for nearly four hundred years, right?" Zheng Qing said with emotion while facing the mirror, wearing a scarf according to the demonstration projection above.

"It's still one month away, and it's three hundred and eighty-nine years, sir." The dressing mirror replied politely, with a tone full of pride and pride: "From Europa to Atlanta, almost every castle in the O'Brien family They all left behind my shadow."

"It's really not easy." The young public fee student tugged at the tied scarf, stretched the wrinkles on the sleeves, stuffed the gray cloth bag into his arms, then turned around and opened the dormitory door.

A slightly choked cry came from the full-length mirror behind him: "Thank you very much for your affirmation, sir!"

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, paused for a little step, and finally didn't look back.

He actually wanted to say that it is really not easy for this mirror to exist intact for such a long time-if a guy with a broken mouth like this is placed in the bar of a wandering wizard, it is estimated that it will be broken into seventeen pieces in one night. eight dollars.

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After leaving the dormitory, the outside of the house is already a vast expanse of whiteness.

The heavy snowfall at First University was not like the winters that Zheng Qing had experienced in the past. It took a long time to pick, search, drag and toss before a few snowflakes fell.

In a world dictated by wizards and magic, when it says snow, it snows.

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Feather-like snowflakes are no longer an adjective, but a real fact. Zheng Qing looked around and saw a vast expanse of whiteness. The heavy snow had already covered the entire campus with a thick layer of white quilt, and when he stepped on it, most of his ankles were submerged in the soft blanket. In the snowflakes, creaking and creaking, it makes people feel unexpectedly happy.

Originally, because it was the weekend, theoretically, there should be much fewer students on campus than usual.

But because of the heavy snowfall, many young people with childlike innocence called their friends and came outside to enjoy the snow scenery. Those who are quiet, hold a book, sit under a pine tree, and wander in the sea of ​​books under the bright light; those who love to play, gather in groups of three or four, use magic to direct snowflakes to gather into snowballs, and snowballs to roll into snowmen. Then the snowmen wrestled and boxed, having a great time.

To be honest, Zheng Qing really hates those guys who use magic to play with snowmen - because most people only care about their own happiness and have no half-hearted morality.

It's like he just went from the dormitory to the library, and along the way, he was hit on the head by three snowballs from 'no owner' snowmen. After the masters of these snowmen finished making them and enjoyed playing with them, they abandoned them and let these guys with simple instincts wander around the campus. Occasionally, when they were blocked, the fist-sized snowballs would roar from the ground. They gushed out from their bodies, and the head of the person who hit them was covered with flowers.

"Don't chase me alone!" The young public fee student was chased by two snowmen and ran around, holding his head and yelling: "I still have to go to the library!"

Behind him, the two snowmen were silent, waving their broom arms persistently, throwing up pieces of 'snow sand' towards the wizard in front, and from time to time they took out one or two freshly kneaded snowballs from their backs, The wind hit it.

The wizards passing by smiled and looked at the embarrassed wizard, but no one helped him, allowing him to be chased and scrambled.

"Use the soft leg curse!" A familiar voice came from afar.

The wind and snow separated the space, so that Zheng Qing couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was for a while. But he heard that suggestion clearly. So after bypassing a tall plane tree, the young wizard quickly took out the Own Dharma book, and slapped it hard:

"I'm on a horse!"

The pale green light suddenly brightened and gently swung away.

The two snowmen who had just chased and killed Zheng Qing for nearly 500 meters suddenly paused in the fluctuation of the spell, then scattered and landed, turning into two quiet snowdrifts again.

The young Gong Fei let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why are you being hunted down by the snowman!" The familiar voice approached slowly, his tone full of curiosity: "Although these guys are very lively, most of the time, they don't take the initiative to attack wizards."

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While speaking, a tall, thin, yellow-skinned wizard with a ponytail appeared in front of Zheng Qing through the hazy snow curtain.

It was Nicholas, the classmate who had stayed two grades and had served as Zheng Qing's admission guide.

"How do I know!" Zheng Qing shook his head angrily while patting the remaining snowflakes on his body, trying to shake off the half-melted ice crystals in his hair: "Just passing by the small square, there are two groups of wizards I was directing two groups of snowmen to fight, I just watched it for a while, smiled, and suddenly two snowmen ran out from the battlefield, chasing me to fight..."

Nicholas didn't speak, but went around behind Zheng Qing, stabbed, and tore something off his back.

"As expected." The repeater said with a chuckle: "Someone was joking with you, and quietly pasted the talisman paper behind you... It should be just a prank, it doesn't matter."

Zheng Qing took the yellow talisman with a straight face.

On it, the bright red rune outlined by cinnabar is still shining brightly, even the continuous wind and snow can't suppress the undulating magic fluctuations. (to be continued)