Hunting College

The practical exams in the twentieth week were lackluster.

Zheng Qing felt that he could get good grades in most of the assessments, except for alchemy—candidates were required to use the collodion photographing technique invented by the famous alchemist Archer to take a picture of the synthetic beast they had previously refined. Clear photos.

This technique needs to apply a layer of collodion evenly on the glass bottom plate, and then immediately immerse it in silver nitrate solution to enhance the sensitivity of the bottom plate. Before the collodion is dry, put the wet glass negative into the camera for exposure. The whole process only takes a few minutes. If the negative is not successfully photographed before it dries, it will not be developed and fixed.

When Zheng Qing was filming, the synthetic beast he refined suddenly went berserk, causing him to be in a hurry, causing the silver nitrate solution on the glass negative to be left with only a faint trace of wetness during the final exposure.

Unsurprisingly, he ended up with a less-than-successful photo, only the silhouette of the synthetic animal model lake.

This incident made the young public fee student brood.

Until January 18th, which is the day of the great cold, all the exams for this semester were over, and most of the students had already packed their bags and went home. When all the members of the forgiveness hunting team went to the wandering bar for a party, Zheng Qing was still very concerned about the exam. Never forget.

"I'm so stupid, really."

The captain of the forgiveness hunting team held up a glass of warmed green bee, touched Zhang Jixin, and sighed listlessly: "I only know that synthetic beasts will go crazy when exposed to light, but I forgot to add an extra soft drink." Leg curse, but it broke free from the binding spell... When I tied it up again, the magic potion on the glass bottom plate was almost dry... The whole exam room, I got away from my synthetic beast... I'm almost a public fee student It's a joke..."

The apologetic young wizards had heard these words eighty times, if not a hundred times.

"Be more open!"

The red-faced wizard drank a few bottles of siren rum, his lips and tongue had turned dark blue, and his face had also turned purple. After hearing Zheng Qing's complaint, he waved his wide palms, bang bang bang, as if to The young public fee was abruptly photographed into the bar: "You should change the angle...For example, the synthetic beasts concocted by other people are not as powerful as yours! Thinking about it this way, aren't you happy?...To break free from the synthetic beast of the **** spell Beast... Cheers!"

Gudu Gudu!

Before Zheng Qing got up from the bar, Elder Zhang raised his neck and killed the half bottle of Siren Rum in his hand. Then his face became more and more purple, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blue fluorescent light. From a distance, it looks like a distant relative of Fatty Xin.

Just when this thought flashed through Zheng Qing's mind.

Fatty Xin's plump figure squeezed between him and Zhang Jixin with difficulty, and Zheng Qing noticed a flamboyant purple rose pinned to his chest.

"Linda really said she's coming?" The fat wizard tugged at his collar anxiously, his tone was a bit uneasy: "Is it possible that you misremembered the time..."

"Merlin, who would wear this kind of gown in a bar... Others will think you are going to a dance... Do you know? You look like a Romanian vampire now!" Zhang Jixin flicked the flower on the fat wizard's chest. The purple rose laughed loudly.

The smooth fabric of the robe shone mysteriously under the dim light of the bar. Judging from the style and fabric alone, this robe should have cost the fat wizard a lot of gold.

Zheng Qing stared at the roses on the robe for a few seconds, and finally muttered with blank eyes: "I'm so stupid, really..."

"Yes, yes, you have become a joke among the public servants!"

The fat wizard angrily interrupted the chattering young public fee student, and turned to look at Zhang Jixin: "Brother Scum, has he been under some kind of vicious curse these days, or has he taken the wrong medicine? I don't think he cared so much about his public fee before." Give birth to 'honor'..."

The purple-faced wizard shrugged without any comment.

Zheng Qing also silently took a sip of wine for himself.

Indeed, in the past—even a few months ago—if such a low-level mistake occurred in the final exam, he would at most take it as a joke and tell his companions with a laugh, and he would never babble for a long time like Mrs. Xianglin.

However, when the relationship between Su Shijun and him was exposed before, and later when Lao Yao suggested 'graduating early', Zheng Qing suddenly had a sense of urgency and an inexplicable 'sense of mission' in his heart.

This feeling may be somewhat similar to the sense of honor of the Yuexia clan, which makes Zheng Qing feel that he must work hard and be good enough in private, otherwise he will disappoint many people.

Especially the meeting with Professor Yao not long ago.

Although it has never been positively confirmed, Zheng Qing has gradually realized the true identity of Mr. Zheng Qing through long-term subtle influences—from his familiarity with the school to his huge influence on the school; from the old Yao and other professors. Special preferential treatment, to the relationship between him and the forbidden curse mentioned by Mr.; from "Entering the First University" to "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World; etc., these clues are inconspicuous~www.readwn. com~ has already woven a certain but undetermined answer in the mind of the young public fee student.

Perhaps due to the influence of the husband's calmness, or some kind of intuition as a disciple, Zheng Qing subconsciously felt that this kind of relationship should not be appealed to the mouth, otherwise it would affect the state of the husband's separation from the world and bring more troubles to the husband .

Therefore, if the husband didn't mention it, he also pretended not to know.

As a tacit secret between the two.

But in the last conversation, Professor Yao showed amazing frankness, almost to the point of naming names. This kind of frankness made the young wizard deeply disturbed, and he desperately needed to perform better in order to take on the responsibility that seemed to come at any time and crush him into a lump of flesh.

This invisible urgency collided with the ensuing accident in the alchemy examination room, which made Zheng Qing feel great frustration.

Thinking of this, he shook his head vigorously and noticed that his wine glass was empty.

"Who saw my wine bottle?" The captain of the forgiveness hunting team yelled.

"Maybe you should look under the table." The fat wizard hiccupped, his face bluish. "As far as I know, you often drop things under the table... like when you were packing up this morning, I found an unopened Christmas present wrapped under your bed."

"Why did you go under my bed?" Zheng Qing opened his hazy eyes and asked in a humorous voice - people's thinking is always particularly sharp when they are half-drunk.

"Because your elves hid my shoes under your bed...they probably don't want me to leave." Speaking of which, the fat wizard showed a thoughtful expression on his face: "Well, speaking of it, do you think , these elves in the dormitory are becoming more and more 'lively' now? Maybe they already understand the meaning of loneliness?"