Hunting College

If we say that the morning sun is like sweet rice wine, fresh and elegant; the noon sun is like a refreshing spirit, spicy and sultry; then the afternoon sun is like a mellow old wine, with a soft taste and profound artistic conception.

Of course, this is Wen Qing's rhetoric.

To put it bluntly, the sun in the morning is very bright, but not so hot; the sun at noon is dazzling, and it makes people feel hot and painful; the sun in the afternoon has turned the earth into a steamer after a day’s fermentation. The power is slowly fading, and the omnipresent sultry sensation still makes people breathless.

Especially by the lake.

The heat is entrained in water vapor and piles up heavily, as if a tuft of fluffy cotton is firmly covered on the top of the head, and like a cage that has just been cooked, steaming.

And the wizards who worked hard to check the lawn by the lake are like dumplings and prawns in a steamer, they are oily and dull red.

Zheng Qing panted, straightened her waist, and hammered her sore back.

The lake surface in the distance faintly vaporized a pearl-colored mist, squishy, ​​blurring his vision.

Not far away, the old hunting dog, Master May, lay his tongue weakly among the grass, without raising his eyelids-although Zheng Qing couldn't tell which fold his eyelids were hidden under.

Nearby, several of his friends who were dragged into the water were sweating and their faces were burnt red, looking very angry.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, thinking about throwing the black pot on his back.

"The school work committee is too stingy," he whispered, complaining in a voice that happened to be audible to a few of his companions: "It's hot to let people work in the open space, and don't send out a few'frost talisman' or give some Take the'refreshing potion'...Xian's stingy!"

No one ignored him.

Zheng Qing coughed awkwardly twice.

"If you have any comments, you can give feedback to the old man Verne." Fatty Xin shook his fat, buttocked old man, hiding his head in the shadow cast by his body, and said with a harp, "Tell us too. It's useless."

Zheng Qing was dumbfounded, and turned around obediently to find Old Man Verne.

If he doesn't want to be dragged into the woods by a few friends on his way back to the dormitory at night, he'd better find a way to get some benefits for the guys who are working as coolies.

"Do you want Frost Talisman?" The old man Verne held the long wooden staff with his eyebrows raised high, and even the wrinkles on his face were flattened a lot.

"Refreshing potions are fine too." Zheng Qing accompanied his smiling face and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The young man now... can't bear any bitterness!" The old school worker muttered, took a heavy breath, and shook his head resolutely: "No!"

"This is a violation of the "Labor Law"." Zheng Qing reminded in a low voice.

"What's the method?" The old man raised his chin, stared, and shouted coarsely: "Take that rule to let me have a look! These days, the stinky boys sitting in the chairs are not doing business. Fix these crooked ways."

Zheng Qing was dumb.

He just said by the way, whether there is a labor law in the wizarding world, he really can't figure it out.

"Remember, it is strictly forbidden to use any magic to clean up the scene, including but not limited to spells, talisman, potion and other means." The old man poked the wooden staff in his hand **** the ground, and said: "Otherwise, the magic wave will annihilate many precious things. The clue...what are you young babies studying now in class? I don't know that!"

Blame me!

I am not a forensic student.

Zheng Qing left with his head down and dejected.

But after two steps, he turned around and ran back.

"Uncle," he gasped and said quickly: "We are working, you should take care of the food!"

As he said, he took out his silver pocket watch and pointed at the moment on it and complained: "It's half past one noon now, and we haven't eaten lunch yet... the emperor is still hungry... just in case someone is there. Tired and collapsed under the sun, the school work committee must be ugly."

"You haven't eaten yet?" The old school worker was stunned. He hooked up the bamboo basket at the root of the tree with a wooden stick, took out a few lunch boxes from it, and stuffed them into Zheng Qing's arms: "Say this kind of thing earlier... You have half an hour to eat, rest and rest, we still have about one thousand meters of open space to be checked."

Zheng Qing was overjoyed, holding a few lunch boxes, and rushing to his companions.

...

"This rice has scented carp, it smells really appetizing!"

"Are these red fruits 櫰果... I heard that eating them can make people a strong man, is it true?"

"And shrimps. What kind of shrimps are these transparent shrimps? They look like crystals, doctor, do you know?"

A few foodies gathered in a circle, holding the lunch box that Zheng Qing brought back, using chopsticks to pick the food inside, and sighed.

"It's so rich," Duan Xiaojian asked anxiously: "I'm afraid it will cost one or two silver corners for this meal?"

"One or two silver cones?" Fatty Xin snorted, picked up the cakes in the lunch box with his chopsticks, and reprimanded: "Have you seen? There are two kinds of desserts! Not to mention the ingredients for their tortoise shell paste, just these two honey bubbles Fu, the price at the canteen is for a silver horn... What do you usually eat? I don’t know!"

"Don't worry, it's okay." Zheng Qing said with a mouth full of food, his mouth filled with oil, and his muffled voice: "These lunch boxes belong to the teaching assistants. Just now Uncle Verne said that they are going to check the university. Guarding the Great Array, we are going to stay up all night tonight...we waste it if we don’t eat."

"Evil privileged class," Duan Xiaojian sighed, slammed a fat shrimp in his mouth viciously, and shook his head: "The so-called Zhumen wine and meat are smelly, there are frozen bones in the road, that's all..."

"Pull it down!" Zhang Jixin tore a piece of beef carelessly, and said angrily: "The real privileged class is now blowing a little cold wind, sitting cross-legged on a quilted futon, playing chess with icy fruit. "

"I always think you're talking about an emperor who is digging the floor with a golden hoe." Zheng Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and sighed quietly.

"Speaking of your Majesty," Fatty Xin stretched his head to Zheng Qing and looked at him seriously: "Didn't Augustus give you a white dress? Who are you going to take?"

"Who to take?" Zheng Qing looked at him stupidly: "There is only one dress, I must have gone by myself... and I haven't decided whether to go or not."

"I don't think you are a public student, you are an orphan." Fatty Xin rolled his eyes and refocused his attention on his lunch box.

"Must go!" Zhang Jixin clenched his fists, punched several times on the lawn, and cried out: "If you don't go, you seem to be out of breath... Let those insidious villains with swordsmans look down on us."

"Moreover, it's a question of politeness," Duan Xiaojian nodded again and again at the side: "You must go!"

Zheng Qing was a little dizzy.

Where is this and where? No matter how much you talk about it, it will lead to nine people's self-esteem and self-love.

"I just thought of the history class in the morning." As the topic slid in an unpredictable direction, Zheng Qing tried his best to pull the conversation away: "When mentioning that philosophical theory, Mr. Sima asked us to ask Lao Yao before next Wednesday. ."

"On silence!" Duan Xiaojian raised his hand and corrected.

"Yes, silent theory, silent theory." Zheng Qing nodded again and again: "Be reasonable, we are philosophy class this afternoon, why do we have to ask next Wednesday? You said, did she know that the afternoon philosophy class would be cancelled! "

This sentence suddenly cooled the atmosphere during the meeting.

Everyone frowned, thinking carefully about this possibility.

"It's just such a possibility." Xiao Xiao's voice suddenly sounded: "I think the more important reason is that she doesn't think you can understand the profound theory of silence in one afternoon... Maybe she just let you There is plenty of time to go to the library to check the materials for yourself."

Zheng Qing tilted his head and looked at Dr. Xiao Da who was talking, with a weird look.

You don't talk about other issues, just speak out on this issue.

Gee.

He took a deep look at other people~www.readwn.com~ Other people also had such an expression.

"I always feel that when Mr. Sima answered the question'Is Su Daji alive', he answered very detailedly." Zheng Qing tried to raise another question.

"That's," Fatty Xin looked at Zheng Qing with contempt, but his gaze glanced at Xiao Xiao: "As a fan of the beautiful Sima, how can you not know that she is the most famous in "Away from the Mist to See History" What about his paper?"

"What paper?" Zheng Qing really didn't know.

""On the Historical Basis of Su Daji's Death"," Xiao Xiao's plain voice resounded again: "This is her in the first one thousand three hundred and five second issue of "Looking aside the Confused View History", the third edition, full-text publication A historical paper published. The recommender is the famous magic historian Qian Zhiji..."

"Also," Xiao Xiao turned his head and looked at Fatty Xin blankly: "I'm not a fan of her...I just like her."

"Finally said it!" The others were relieved and let out a sigh of relief.