Monster Hunting High School

A shop at the bottom of the street in Yunhua Community.

Sanyou is outside the bookstore.

Seeing the black notice board still hanging outside the window, Zheng Qing's disappointment was palpable.

It seems that Mr. has not come back yet.

Human beings always have some kind of fear when facing new things. When he thought that he was about to step into a completely unfamiliar environment, Zheng Qing couldn't help but feel a little worried about gain and loss.

Is it too hasty to agree to study at First University? Zheng Qing sometimes couldn't help but think that no one in his family really understood this school except himself. Is it really okay to make such a reckless decision?

At this time, he especially hopes to get guidance from his husband.

A crumpled yellow talisman paper was peeled off from behind the black notice board.

Zheng Qing looked around and saw no strangers.

He held the talisman in his hand and silently recited the spell.

The talisman paper twisted, folded into the shape of a key, and reluctantly got into the keyhole. Zheng Qing turned the handle, opened the door of the bookstore, took out the talisman paper again, and stuck it back behind the black notice board.

The store was deserted and seemed very quiet. There is no popularity in October, and the room is filled with the smell of books. Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and a satisfying aroma of books filled his lungs.

When I get old, I will also open a big bookstore, bask in the sun, lie on a deck chair, cover my face with a book, and smell the fragrance. Walking among the bookshelves, Zheng Qing thought with some envy.

The bookstore is not big, only 40 to 50 square meters. The doors and windows run north-south, and the bookshelves in the store are also placed in this direction.

In the southeast corner of the bookstore, there is a wooden ladder. Above the ladder is a narrow attic, which contains some sundries and the dried fish of the yellow tiger cat. Under the ladder is a closed black-painted single-sided wooden door.

The wooden door is less than two meters high and just over one meter wide. The threshold is two inches high. There are two bare cylindrical wooden piers on the left and right of the threshold. The wooden piers are only a few inches higher than the threshold. They are smooth and have no carved patterns. .

There was no door sign posted on the door, only a rabbit-hair soft pen hung on a thin linen thread and a small pot of sesame oil.

On the left side of the middle part of the wooden door, there is a brass door knocker in the shape of a turtle-backed snake. The head of the shop is a lying turtle with its head raised, and the door knocker is a snake coiled on the back of the turtle. It's just that the door knocker is now firmly embedded in the turtle's back, leaving no place for it to fall. The lying turtle huddled in its shell, exposing six dark holes.

Zheng Qing grabbed the writing brush hanging on the door and gently scratched the snake's chin. The coiled snake hissed, raised its body, and arched out a door knocker.

Zheng Qing dipped his brush in some sesame oil and applied it on the snake's tail. The coiled snake shook its tail. Under the turtle's back, a small head slowly poked its head out.

Click, the sound of unlocking came from the wooden door.

Zheng Qing watched happily as the little turtle licked the sesame oil off the snake's tail, then pulled the coiled snake's door knocker and tugged hard. The wooden door suddenly opened, and a dark corridor appeared in front of him.

This aisle was specially built by Mr. Zheng Qing. Walk a hundred meters along the corridor and you will reach the Jiuyou Bookstore of Hui Ziji.

His husband is often not in the store, so Zheng Qing often goes back and forth to help look after the store during his breaks. Because he could not rely on his own ability to find Hui Zi Ji, Mr. Wu helped him open a passage between the two shops. In this way, Zheng Qing can still take care of the two stores even if his husband is away.

In the past, Zheng Qing was in awe of this magical passage, and countless random thoughts ran through his mind. But after visiting the clock in Four Seasons Square, Zheng Qing already knew that this passage was only built using some superb magic skills.

People will remain in awe of the mysteries that cannot be understood; but there will only be envy for the remarkable achievements that can be understood.

Walking in the passage, Zheng Qing's yearning for First University became firmer again.

He longed for the day when he could build such a magical passage.

The bookstores on both sides of the passage were equally deserted and quiet, and the tabby cat had wandered off somewhere again. Zheng Qing glanced at the cat food box and threw the hardened dried fish inside into the trash can; then he swept the dust in the room a little and poured some water on the pots of clivia on the windowsill.

When the bookstore is closed, some customers will list the books they need and stuff them into the bookstore through the door. Zheng Qing's main task is to pick up these book lists, select the books that the guests need from the bookshelf one by one, and wrap them in brown paper. Then store it in the Huichun Hall next door.

Customers can pick up books directly from Huichun Hall the next time they come.

There were not many customers this time, only three, and all they bought were some professional books on rune structure and the like. After Zheng Qing finished writing the title of the book on the kraft paper package, he stretched out comfortably and looked at the small bookstore.

The Sanyou Bookstore in Hui Ziji is about the same size as the bookstore in Yunhua Community. Zheng Qing recalled the abandoned Sanyou Bookstore in Sijifang, which was about the same size.

He has never been able to figure out why he opened so many bookstores these days.

Sighing and holding three packages, Zheng Qing walked out of the bookstore.

There are still very few people on the streets. There never seemed to be a day when the market was crowded with people, so maybe this was where the die-hard wizards mentioned in the history books gathered.

Zheng Qing grinned. He found that he could always understand these details that he couldn't notice before.

After just two days of reading, my understanding of the world is completely different. Many details that he had not noticed before had a deeper meaning in his eyes. After graduating from college four years later, what will the world look like in my eyes?

He looked around, at the narrow street, at the old scene on the street, looking forward to the future.

"The package will be delivered to the cabinet by itself." A lazy voice came from Zheng Qing's ear.

He turned his head in surprise.

At the door of the Huichun Hall next door, a young man wearing slippers, a white robe and a bun, holding a small teapot, was concentrating on an ancient book bound with thread.

"Pan Lv'er, you're watching "Jin Ping Mei" again." Zheng Qing leaned over with a smile.

This young man reading is the young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall, his name is Deng Xiaoxian, and people on the street call him shopkeeper Xiao Deng. Because the two stores were next to each other, Zheng Qing was very familiar with the young shopkeeper. Over time, he took it upon himself to give him the nickname "Pan Lu'er".

Deng Xiaoxian didn't take it seriously, but often showed off to everyone, saying that Zheng Qingqi's nickname was just right for the person.

How shameless.

Pan Luer glanced at Zheng Qing, took a sip of tea from the spout, and said in a loud voice: "I heard that your kid is going to study at the First University?"

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that his husband once said that Deng Xiaoxian had just graduated from college.

Maybe he can give himself some advice!