Hunting High School

Three hours, whether it is long or not, is not short.

When Zheng Qing finished writing a set of runes, it was almost noon. He put down the talisman pen, stretched his waist, then stood up, shook his fingers, shook his neck and shoulders, and followed the routine of "no punching" for a while, finally he was relieved and let out a long breath.

It has been a long time since I spent so much energy writing a set of talismans. I don't know if it was an illusion, but after finishing writing, Zheng Qing not only didn't feel too tired, but felt refreshed and lightened.

After stretching, he pressed his hand on the neither thick nor thin talisman, feeling the slightly slippery texture of the yellow paper surface, and the satisfaction in his heart was ready to burst.

"You are simply amazing!" He quietly praised himself, and then immediately looked around carefully, lest the shameful act just now be discovered.

Fortunately, the seat he chose was at the corner of several bookshelves. Except for the faintly visible students passing by near the window, there was no trace of people in other directions. Naturally, no one would jump out and ridicule the narcissism of young public finance students.

While strolling, Zheng Qing casually reached into his gray cloth bag, and took out the silver-white pocket watch.

It was a new habit he had acquired.

When reviewing his homework these days, he would take out this pocket watch from time to time and poke his fingers randomly on the dial, hoping that one day, his fingers would be able to poke into the glass cover of the dial like Mr. Wu, and then put The hour or minute hand of the pocket watch moved back a few times.

Of course, he himself knew that this was just wishful thinking. Without powerful magic power and the correct way to use it, it is impossible for him to pull back the timeline easily.

But just like those gamblers who buy lottery tickets and enter casinos, what if they succeed? What's more, he has an advantage over those gamblers in that he can poke his pocket watch without losing a penny.

Perhaps he was moved by his perseverance.

But it's more likely to be annoying than annoying.

Today, Zheng Qing took the silver pocket watch out of the gray cloth bag again, and after poking it habitually, the silver watch cover that had just been opened suddenly snapped back inward.

"Click!"

"Damn!!!"

The crisp closing sound of the watch cover accompanied by the small scream of the young public fee student broke the tranquility in the library.

Zheng Qing looked around nervously, fearing that those octopuses in the library would emerge from a certain corner and drag him out, while breathing heavily, he carefully pulled his own finger out from under the watch cover.

Not surprisingly, a deep bloodstain was caught on his finger.

Like being bitten by a toothless mouse.

The wizard kissed Own's finger, raised the pocket watch, held it up to the light, and looked at it suspiciously.

This is something that has never happened before.

For a long time, the cover of this watch has been opened and closed artificially, and there is no mechanism installed on it, no magic patterns or formations attached to it. Logically speaking, this kind of automatic closure should not occur, and it can even be called a watch. A 'biting' situation.

After staying for a few seconds, the pocket watch remained motionless in his palm, as always.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and tried to press the button on the pull ring. This is the switch of the pocket watch. Under normal circumstances, the cover of the watch will pop up automatically with a light press, but today, no matter how he presses it, the silver watch cover It remained motionless, and never bounced off, as if the spring inside was stuck because of rust.

The young public finance student raised his eyebrows and pressed harder.

Maybe it was impatient to be pressed.

An angry silver-white face suddenly appeared on the silver-white cover of the pocket watch

(Dish):

"Excuse me!" The silver-white face yelled in a small voice: "If you don't plan to check the time, can you stop poking my stomach?! It's itchy, okay!! If you poke too much, it will easily interfere with my time tracking This is a great disrespect for time!!!”

The faint roar was mixed with the 'tick tick' sound of the watch hands, which seemed particularly strange.

Zheng Qing blinked.

After seeing a talking full-length mirror, a watering can and a pickaxe that could swear, and a deceiving stick figure, Zheng Qing was not frightened when he suddenly saw a pocket watch that yelled at him.

At best, he expressed some degree of surprise that his own pocket watch could suddenly speak.

"You can talk?" the young public fee student asked calmly but somewhat impolitely.

"It's so fresh!" The face on the pocket watch seems to have rolled its eyes. This expression needs to be distinguished very carefully, after all, it has a silver-white face. Zheng Qing guessed it based on the upturned eyelids and the downturned corners of the mouth.

After rolling his eyes, the pocket watch continued to complain: "...in the magical world, is a pocket watch that can talk very rare?"

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"It's not unusual to be strange, but why did you suddenly start talking today?" Zheng Qing ignored the complaints from the pocket watch, and continued to analyze calmly. Now, he has to work very hard to control the corners of own's mouth from rising too much.

In any case, it was a matter of joy that the pocket watch suddenly showed something unusual.

"Because I'm usually busy with calculations and don't have time to talk!" The silver pocket watch continued to droop, with a bad tone.

"Do you have time today?"

"There must be time." The pocket watch's eyes re-squeezed into a triangular shape, and its mouth became a dish shape: "I must remind you that a pocket watch is for telling time, not for poking!"

"So want to poke something, why not buy a screaming chicken?"

"Screaming chickens are squeezed, not poked." Zheng Qing kindly reminded.

"Is this the point?!" The eyes of the pocket watch were drawn into a slit (￣盘￣): "This watch solemnly reminds the watch owner that if it is not necessary for timing, please do not poke the case at will, otherwise it will cause damage to the timer. Adverse effects, consequences at your own risk."

After all, the silver-white face on the watch cover gradually blurred, and it was about to sink into the watch case again.

"Wait!" The young public finance student became anxious, shook the pocket watch in his hand vigorously, and shouted, "Don't go yet!!"

The silver-white face didn't stay in the slightest, and continued to disappear.

Zheng Qing was anxious for a while, couldn't help but grabbed the own book and patted his pocket watch a few times.

The 'tick' sound of the pocket watch was indistinct for a moment.

In the next second, a centimeter-long silver-white figure jumped out of the pocket watch, waved a mung bean-sized fist, and slammed the young wizard's face viciously, screaming at the same time: "You! What! What! !dare!"

"Boom!"

As if being hit head-on by a big hammer, Zheng Qing's eyes went dark, and he sat down on the floor.

It took a while to recover.

When he regained consciousness, the pocket watch was sitting motionless by the desk without any movement. It was as if the snarling face and the little silver figure punching him were hallucinations.

Zheng Qing shook his head and patted his ears.

Seems to have tinnitus?

His face was wrinkled, he tilted his head, and patted Own's cheek again, suspecting that he was hallucinating because of the concussion. Because he seemed to hear someone yelling his name just now? You must know that this is a library, and it is a place that is very particular about quietness and atmosphere. It is impossible for someone to shout.

Not to mention own name.

But in the next second, Zheng Qing's face darkened, and he suddenly turned to look in the direction of the library exit.

Because what he just heard was not an illusion.

There was indeed a familiar voice yelling in the library, and it was his name.