Hunting College

Since childhood, Zheng Qingzheng has passed through festivals such as Qingming Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Eve.

Although Qixi also brought the character'Xi', he never celebrated it seriously once, so that when Xiao Xiao was holding a bunch of flowers and throwing away their comrades brightly, Zheng Qing was still in a trance for a moment. A few figures flashed in an instant, and then shuddered subconsciously.

Should he also do something?

What was he doing on Chinese Valentine's Day last year?

The boy pinched his finger, and forgot to count the days-last year, Qixi Festival was on August 7th, less than two weeks after he received the first university admission letter, he just followed Thomas to Damingfang to buy school supplies. It's that weird new world, how can I think about Qixi Festival?

And no one spent Chinese Valentine's Day with him.

You know, in the next few years, or even more than ten years, he will study hard, and the socialist successor who is making progress every day, even if he feels a little hazy with his female classmates, they are just "in estrus, just stop." Li', Tanabata or something, it's too much.

In contrast, the classmates in that year preferred to celebrate the April 1st holiday.

As for this year.

The boy tried to remember the days after the trial began, especially the second day of the trial.

What are they doing the next day?

Oh, by the way, on the second day of the trial, Fatty Xin used his own potion to clean up a colony of Deng’s termites. He picked out the fattest group of them, put them on the iron plate, sprinkled them with spices, roasted them and smelled oil. Also gave Zheng Qing a small plate.

It’s just that Zheng Qing hasn’t fully adapted to the old-school wizards’ hobbies of eating strange foods such as frogs and insects, so he forwarded the plate of grilled termites to Jiang Yu, because he saw that the two witches in the team seemed to be very fond of fat wizards. Dark gourmet.

This is considered a gift, the young public-sponsored student thought anxiously.

Looking up, he found that Fatty Xin was looking at him with pity.

"What are you doing?" The leader of the Yugui Hunter glared at the fat wizard.

"nothing."

Fatty Xin touched his bare chin, and his voice was kind of compassionate: "I was envious of the days when you stepped on a few boats, but today I suddenly understood the old saying-if you gain, you lose. Self-reliance—have you decided what gift to give them? It’s too ordinary, no, like a doctor, I guess there are a dozen elves hidden in his bunch of flowers."

It is a widely spread practice to hide the elves who can sing in the bouquet. It is old-school, but very practical. Imagine that when a witch is holding up roses, a few exquisite, small and lovely elves suddenly appear in the bushes, singing beautiful love songs with their natural voices, how wonderful it is.

Of course, this is only for the cheerful witch. If the recipient of the flowers is shy and introverted, I am afraid that the elves will be stuffed back into the stamens the first time they show up.

These crazy thoughts flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, but he didn't get angry at Fatty Xin's saying of "step on a few boats". It is also possible that he has become numb to the nonsense of Fatty.

boom!

The boy walking with his head down slammed into a heavy wall of flesh, raised his head, but Zhang Jixin, who had been walking in front, stopped.

"How many boats are you embarking on now?"

The red-faced wizard tilted his head and looked at the other people beside him. At this moment, besides Zheng Qing and Xin, there were Dylan in the same dormitory and Lin Guo, who often wandered the pedestrian street. The two witches left together with the other witches in the first square; the blue bird was also deserted and intolerant of this kind of communication; the little monk Shi Yuan disappeared even after getting off the plane.

"Squad leader Jiang, Elena, Senior Sister Korma," the fat man broke his fingers, calculating one by one, and finally added: "...There may be a few little female cats. We just started school at the beginning of the year. Didn't you help him drive away the female cat in heat? Maybe he has been ruined by a female cat before."

Zheng Qing heard it in his ears, but he didn't even have the strength to be angry.

"There is no cat, and no Senior Sister Colmar." He waved his hand, and weakly argued.

The blood-sucking werewolf flashed to his side, his eyes gleamed: "That is, there are Jiang Yu and Elena?"

The young public-sponsored student was silent for a while, and didn't know how to answer.

"What's the situation with Jelena? Are you still in contact now? Are you two long-distance dating?" Fatty Xin used his talent as a reporter, and a series of questions came over like a machine gun: "I heard several other Gypsy students say, The witches have decided to drop her out of school, and didn’t say why... Is she still coming this semester?"

Zheng Qing became more silent.

For some unexplainable reasons, the school did not notify all the staff of Jelena's accident. Everyone only knew that she was temporarily suspended from school for a period of time due to physical reasons. After a period of precipitation, and then slowly let out the wind, let her drop out of school, even less noticeable.

The young public-sponsored student turned his head subconsciously and glanced at the direction where Sanyou Bookstore was located.

A few months ago, in the bookstore, he saw the little tree that was protected by the husband in the transparent ball. For the first time, he went to the bookstore to find her husband three times a week and wanted to visit Elena, but They were all rejected by the husband.

Come and go, as his studies get heavier, coupled with his respect for his husband, he goes to the bookstore less and less. Thinking about it carefully, the last time I thought of Irina, he couldn't remember when it was--or, the more important reason was Jiang Yu, which made Zheng Qing subconsciously avoid this idea.

The yellow raccoon in the bookstore once told him ~www.readwn.com~ that he has already died once, and he can't involve the grievances of the ‘last life’ into the ‘this life’. At that time, the yellow raccoon said this because Zheng Qing asked him for the dried fish that he had stolen from his home in the winter of the previous year.

This rhetoric, of course, saves it from the trouble of repaying the dried fish, but more importantly, it makes Zheng Qing seem to have a more comfortable acceptance of the current choice-Irina is already a matter of her'last life' .

"I remember you gave Elena a copy of Talisman on Valentine's Day in February. You can't give the same thing this time."

Dylan pointed his finger at a big store with a bright face on the street: "As I said last time, the'Jing Ge-Scarlet Witch' series sold in the mirror painting is the best gift for witches."

Jiang Ge Scarlet Witch is a lipstick that is very popular among young witches. But Mr. Vampire Werewolf didn't know that the Gypsy Witch could no longer use lipstick.

Zheng Qing's mood is getting depressed.

A sentence from Haruki Murakami flashed in his mind inexplicably-like a cat, only please yourself and ignore others, life might be more exciting.

He really wants to become a cat now.