Hunting College

Zheng Qing held the small cup of tea and drank it for an hour.

　　 He absolutely dare not let Su Ya make him a second cup of tea. Who knows what moth she will make. He just wanted to be alone in the corner quietly, waiting for Miss Su's call.

　　 But even with this small wish, Su Ya would not let him come true.

Every two minutes, the little fox girl will ask him if he wants to drink tea, eat fruit, bring some snacks, warm the towel, take a bath and change clothes, or help him find a singer The little girl in Qu'er, or the niche who can do tricks, so all kinds of things.

　　 With the sad experience of the first cup of tea, Zheng Qing was insensitive to the later ‘should’ or not-besides, he couldn’t understand why, as a wizard, he should watch others conjure tricks.

　　 Until an hour later, Su Shijun returned to Qingqiu Mansion.

　　 Zheng Qing stood up, heaved a sigh of relief, quite an urge to tears in his eyes.

"came back!"

　　 Xu is that the emotion contained in his sentence is too rich, and Su Shijun stood at the door for a long time without daring to come in.

　　 One of her feet was hanging in the air, and she looked at the young wizard carefully, and confirmed that he had nothing to do except a little agitated, she finally relieved her heart, dropped her foot on the floor, and walked into the living room.

"What's the situation?" Su Shijun helped her with her glasses that lowered her charm, and looked at Zheng Qing: "You look like you were cheated on hundreds of jade coins... Su Ya, give me a cup of green tea. "

　　 She said, her gaze flicked over Zheng Qing’s already bottomed teacup, and added: "Two cups, give him a cup."

　　 Zheng Qing couldn't help but hiccup.

　　 The little fox girl who had been waiting next to her happily responded, and instead of rushing as usual, she trot in accordance with the requirements of the maid's rules, and went to the pantry.

　　 "I only drank a cup of tea." The young public servant said to the hostess of Qingqiu Mansion emphatically.

　　 "Hmm... it means you are not thirsty." Su Shijun did not understand the deep meaning of Zheng Qing's words, but just followed his meaning.

　　 Zheng Qing was speechless and choked.

　　Because there were no outsiders, Su Shijun appeared very relaxed, and fell on the big sofa without any image. After eating a little fruit and a few snacks, he finally noticed that there were still people in the room staring at her.

　　 Su Shijun helped the big red-framed glasses on his face, sat up a little bit, and coughed softly: "Well, I know why I called you over."

　　 Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

　　 I don’t know, no one has said it. Besides, you are not ‘call’, but ‘pulled’ directly over the air.

　　 He shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

　　 Su Shijun sighed heavily.

"You are a big Arcana now. Be aware of risks." She held a purple-red grape between her fingers. She didn't see her cursing or other movements, the thin skin on the grapes rose up, she herself It peeled off, revealing the crystal clear flesh. Incidentally, two grape seeds squeezed out of the pulp were also wrapped and dropped into the fruit plate on the coffee table.

"Is it dangerous to be a Grand Arcana?" Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the unrestrained challenge of a certain professor a year ago, and asked with horror: "Did Professor Trudeau come to a duel with me? Can I abstain...or, I can Give up the title of Grand Arcana?"

That **** title, apart from making him more noticeable and causing a lot of trouble, seems to have no other use-there is a solidified summoning spell on the Merlin Medal, or a powerful talisman; each of the official titles You can also get a scholarship of ten jade coins during the academic year. These are tangible benefits.

　　Relatively speaking, the ‘world’ of Arcana is too ‘light’.

　　 It is not difficult to understand why Zheng Qing is willing to give it up.

When Su Shijun heard the words, he gave him a white look: "It's so fresh...too naive. Trudeau doesn't need to worry about it. He is not troublesome. He just drank a few more glasses of cat urine and his brain was short-circuited. The school has helped you stop it. His unethical demands."

　　 Zheng Qington felt that a small piece of the haze shrouded in his heart dispersed.

This incident was like a small thorn that stuck in his heart. He still remembered it from time to time when he returned home during the Chinese New Year. Every time he thought of it, he was full of sadness. When he took a nap several times, he dreamed that he was caught by an invisible face. The wizard hangs up and fights, yelling at him, and a large group of onlookers laughed.

　　 "It's not him, what's the danger!" After the pressure on his heart was gone, Zheng Qing's tone became lighter: "Or, the school requires Grand Arcana to submit a paper every year? Then I absolutely can't complete it."

　　 The witch pinched the grape pulp with her fingertips, pondered for a moment, and seemed to have finally made up her mind.

　　 "This question is a bit complicated... I'll start from the very beginning." Su Shijun looked at Zheng Qing quietly: "Remember when I explained Poseidon's life experience to you?"

The young public servant suddenly felt that there were many small thorns or stones on the chair. He was uncomfortable left and right. He couldn't help twisting his body, and said with a heavy nasal sound, "I remember you said, Bo Saidong is the witch fetus that you abandoned part of your blood, right~www.readwn.com~ Su Shijun nodded.

"I also said that when you met me, I was fully prepared, only a little bit of a'seed'." When the witch discussed this topic, there was no embarrassment on her face, but rather abnormal. Seriously, but this still cannot calm Zheng Qing's messy mind completely.

　　 "Yes, that's it." He echoed quietly.

　　 He actually wanted to ask Su Damei from the very beginning-the last time they discussed this issue-what is the so-called ‘seed’.

　　 But this question is really hard to tell.

"I think you have always wanted to know what the'seeds' I got from you are, right." Even if Su Shijun's mentality is no longer stable, but repeatedly mentioned such details, her face can't help but show up. flush.

　　 Zheng Qing glanced at a peeled pomegranate on the table, tapped his head indistinctly, and then quickly recovered.

　　 "That ‘seed’ is a ray of ‘breath’ on you," Su Shijun’s answer made Zheng Qing breathe a sigh of relief, but for some reason, there was a vague and unspeakable regret.

In order to get rid of this strange feeling, he raised his arm, sniffed the smell on his body exaggeratedly, and said to Su Shijun with a smile: "The breath on my body still has this effect? ​​How about the elves who live with me? Not very dangerous!"

　　 This joke was a bit vulgar, and the young public-sponsored student immediately regretted it before he finished speaking.