Hunting High School

Chapter 21 The Ballad Of The Silent River

The Silent River winds and winds, bypassing the wall outside Alpha Castle, passing through the atrium of Jiuyou University, and encircling most of the No. 1 University in the bosom of Own.

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Few students know where the river originates from. Everyone only knows that these quietly flowing rivers run through the entire Silent Forest, connecting four colleges, many research institutes, and many other hidden and magical territories on Phuket Island.

Waterways extending in all directions connect every corner of the First University, which is the second transportation network covering the entire campus of the First University except for the "promenade". It's just that unlike the bustling promenade where people come and go, the popularity on this river is a little miserable.

On the one hand, the long distance and slow speed of the river are very unfriendly to the students who often go to class on the deadline; on the other hand, there are often endless and endless pests in the river, such as water ghosts and kappa. No one wants to be filled with resentment every day, except for those madmen who are addicted to fighting in Starry Sky Academy.

After all, we are all wizards.

Fighting, killing and killing is not a label on a wizard.

Therefore, the means of transportation floating on the river are very limited, only a few dilapidated small wooden boats.

When Zheng Qing and the others rushed to the dock of Linzhong Lake, the small wooden boat was about to set off.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with the starting ship!" Xiao Xiao held the notebook in one hand, and picked up the hem of his robe with the other, yelling, running fast.

Xin Fatty followed at the end, groaning and complaining intermittently: "Blame me?! It's all because of your troubles... Otherwise, we would have arrived long ago!"

Zheng Qing was sandwiched between the two, not saying a word, happy and quiet.

The old ferryman on the ferry stood at the pier, waved to several young wizards, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, hurry up, the last boat in the morning is about to leave!"

This ferry boat, which is very famous in the entire wizarding world, is not big, about ten meters long. Compared with the largest number of small boats in Linzhong Lake, the ferry boat that can travel to the Silent River has an extra small cabin . Most of the time, the students who take the boat need to stay in that small cabin.

The route and number of the ferry boats departing from Linzhong Lake are fixed. From seven o'clock in the morning, there are five boats every half hour. Upstream along the Silent River, through the Silent Forest, past the residences of several colleges, four blocks in the town of Beta, and back to the pier at Bell Lake in the evening.

The boatmen on the ferry are all old school workers from the school work committee.

The old man Verne, who was in charge of Zheng Qing's night patrol last semester, was transferred to the ferry as a boatman because of a night patrol accident.

It's just that it's not the old man Verne who is in charge of ferrying Zheng Qing today, but an old school worker named Bernard Shaw.

It is said that Mr. Xiao used to be a professor of Jiuyou College. He worked in the school from a young age until he retired. He had no hobbies other than laboratory and teaching, and he didn't have any family members. All his friends were at the school. Having nowhere to go after retirement, he simply joined the school working committee and became a ferryman on the quiet river. Many old school workers in the school working committee have such qualifications.

When Xiao Xiao handed over the ticket to Zheng Qing in the morning, Zheng Qing once suspected the relationship between him and old Bernard Shaw.

"It makes sense, both of you have the surname Xiao...does it really matter?" Zheng Qing asked Xiao Xiao like this.

The doctor said he had nothing to say about the public funder's doubts: "Andrew Taylor and Andrew of the Three-pronged Sword are both called Andrew. Are they related? Why have I never questioned the relationship between you and Zheng Zha!"

"Who is Zheng Zha?!" Zheng Qing scratched his head.

"The captain of the old hunting team Zhongzhou Team," Xin Fatty interjected flamboyantly and replied, "It is one of the few powerful hunting teams that can be independent from the two super hunting teams of Xianqin and Shengtang... this is every one of them. The basic skills of a hunting team leader!"

"The new world is so big, no one can remember it." Zheng Qing muttered, without feeling blushing at all: "And the "First University School Newspaper" or "Beta Town Post" never broadcast news from outside... I have never heard of it It's been normal."

When he saw the old man Bernard Shaw, Zheng Qing was finally convinced that there was really no relationship between Xiao Xiao and the old school worker.

On the one hand, old Bernard Shaw's "skeleton" is very large, more than two meters high, in stark contrast to Xiao Xiao's slightly exquisite figure; The Great Doctor is two races.

Similar to old Verne, old Bernard Shaw was also an alcoholic.

This was confirmed from the first time Zheng Qing saw him.

At that time, Xin Fatty, adhering to the identity of a qualified reporter, solemnly interviewed the old boatman who was packing up and preparing: "... What is the significance of this boat ferrying on the silent river?"

"Hehe," the old boatman raised his head and took a big sip of the wine. The clear wine slipped into his clothes along his shaggy beard, but he didn't mind at all that he looked more bold and unrestrained than the old man Verne.

Swallowing the drink, the old boatman blinked his red eyes vigorously, laughed and said:

"The young people nowadays are so cute, everything they do must have meaning. If I don't make a reason, it seems that what I do is meaningless!"

Xin Fatty waved his hands again and again: "That's not what I mean, I mean, there's no reason why you don't know the meaning of your ferry? I heard that you are ferrying people in the river. How do you understand this ferryman?"

"Magic is an unreasonable thing!" The old man's answer was as concise and clear as before.

The onlookers laughed dumbly.

The old man continued:

"I ferry just because I want to, just as simple as you live to live."

"My ferry is just a ferry. As for what you use my ferry for, it's your business. What you do is not what I mean."

Although this sentence was a bit convoluted, Zheng Qing could understand it clearly.

Old Bernard Shaw's ferry is not for the purpose of ferrying people, but purely for the purpose of ferrying. As for some students who want to go to other places, some students want to go sightseeing, some students want to explore the forest, some students want to collect materials, etc., these have nothing to do with the old boatman's ferry.

Leaving the deck and entering the small cabin, when Zheng Qing was still thinking about the old man's previous words in his mind, he suddenly encountered a figure that caught him off guard.

Elena.

"Hi, Happy New Year!" The gypsy witch saw the young public servant at a glance, immediately raised her arms, waved her hand, and greeted briskly: "You are also on this boat!"

Zheng Qing held back for a long time before answering with the word "um".

Then there was nothing else to say.

This made the two companions walking with him shake their heads.

Actually is not nothing to say, in fact, he has a lot of things to say to Elena, such as how was her winter vacation, why she was hot and cold to him, how was her final exam, are they still friends, etc. There are so many questions, but only one mouth, I really don't know where to start.

Moreover, there were other wizards sitting next to each other in the cabin, which also made it difficult for him to speak privately with the witch.

While he was silent, the ferry boat had left Linzhong Lake unhurriedly and entered the quiet and wide main channel of the Silent River.

Outside the cabin, the old boatman supported the boat pole and sang a melodious sailing tune:

...

shake on the silent river

Who will quarrel with the dream

Wandering east and west, only the wind chimes disturb.

...

look in the silent forest

I hear you Yaoer laughing

Looking left and right, but seeing fog.

...