Hunting College

Turtle back inkstone, purple pen, loose text ink, yellow paper.

After Zheng Qing habitually took out the Four Treasures of the Study from his gray cloth bag, he suddenly realized that this was a magic text lesson.

He glanced over the classmates at the next table, paused under his hands, and re-stuffed the wad of yellow paper into the bag-this was the only useless thing.

Professor Emma had previously asked the elves to distribute the rubbing paper for practicing the magic text to each desk.

Obviously, she hopes that these young wizards will do the exercises at her rhythm.

Zheng Qing's fingers flicked the small twists and turns on the papyrus, trying to distinguish the hidden patterns, trying to get acquainted with the guys in the brush before writing.

Next to him, Dr. Xiao Da had already opened the "Text in the Sky" and turned over the contents of the magic text structure in the lecture.

Zhang Jixin in the front row turned his face sadly, watching the big doctors and public-sponsored students behind him methodically doing the preparations before writing, and said angrily: "Can you understand what the handouts mean?"

Farther away, Li Meng was wrinkling his small nose, complaining to Jiang Yu with some annoyance: "It's so difficult... I feel like I will fail the final exam... What should I do, will I be beaten by the teacher?"

Fatty Xin leaned out half of his body across the aisle between the desks, leaned forward with his face, and said with a smile: "Sister cute, I know a little bit of astronomy for my brother, and if you don't understand, hug him! "

While talking, he patted his belly vigorously.

Even through the wide school gown, Zheng Qing could clearly see the turbulent waves on the fat man's belly.

Jiang Yu squinted his eyes slightly, shaking his jade wrist lightly, polishing the ink in the inkstone slowly, seemingly unaware of the small accident nearby.

Liu Feifei looked at Fatty Xin and Li Meng with a look of embarrassment, and apparently had no experience of how to deal with gangsters.

Li Meng's eyes widened, and he glanced cautiously at the handsome Matthew who was sitting by the window, his face changed immediately, and she pulled out her book with a pink bow and poked the fat man viciously with the spine of the book.

"Go to hell!" The Little Spirit Witch lowered his voice and warned in a low voice, "If you talk nonsense, I will curse you!"

Maybe the spine of the book was too hard, maybe the intimidation of the little spirit witch made Xin feel threatened.

The fat man's round face was crumpled.

It looks like a hot bun just out of the oven.

Zheng Qing looked at this scene happily, unknowingly relieved a lot.

He erected the wooden stand on the table, put the handouts on it, and at the same time spread out the felt on the tabletop, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle on the felt.

Then he scratched the snake on the turtle's back with the purple hair.

The little snake yawned lazily, opened her mouth to bite Zihao, gurgled out a stream of water at the corner of her mouth, and turned the pen tip.

Zheng Qing touched Zihao's penholder covered with patina, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

This pen has been with him for eighteen years.

At the full moon of the year, when he caught this ‘tip as sharp as a knife’ from a pile of gifts, he broke the old man’s joy.

What a great prize!

What a literary talent!

So that for more than ten years later, Zheng Qing has been hating his low hands.

He had imagined countless times that if he could grab a gold coin or silver ingot, or seal abacus, his childhood would not have been so hard.

Zihao quickly absorbed the ink.

Zheng Qing moved the tip of the pen on the straw paper, hanging in the air, motionless.

The familiar feeling gushes out from the bottom of my heart, following the blood, pumping hard to the fingertips.

Zheng Qing looked at the complex structure of the magic text on the handout, moved his wrist lightly, and the tip of the pen was flying smoothly without feeling any blockage.

"Do not use any magic pen when practicing!"

Professor Emma’s loud voice echoed in the classroom again:

"You are definitely not allowed to use any tools with spells attached."

"This is absolutely not allowed!"

Zheng Qing stopped his actions and raised his head.

Professor Emma was standing in front of a school desk, holding a horse's mane high in his hand, waving vigorously and roaring, his sharp eyes scanned every face in the classroom.

Beside her, Duan Xiaojian stood dejectedly behind the desk, looking helpless.

"Let you practice pen and touch, to increase the connection between you and Mowen!"

"This is the basis for you to master the magic text."

"Anyone, remember, no one is allowed to cheat!"

"Otherwise, if you haven't seen my award, a bunch of credits will be deducted from the student card!"

"This is not a threat."

"This is the last warning! Remember!"

"Here!" There was a messy response in the classroom.

"Did you hear me clearly?" Professor Emma was obviously dissatisfied with this answer.

"Listen clearly!" everyone stopped their pens, raised their heads, and shouted vigorously.

The professor nodded in satisfaction.

Zheng Qing shrugged, took out the scrapped straw paper at the bottom of his hand, crumpled it into a ball, raised his hand, and accurately smashed it into the arms of an elf in mid-air.

The little elf fluttered its wings, smiled, holding the paper ball and flew towards the trash can.

"You look a little languid," he unrolled a new piece of paper, glanced at Dr. Xiao Da who was lying next to him on the table and flipping through the handouts, and asked in passing: "Are you still thinking about what happened just now? ?"

Before class, a few boys met Sima Yangyun, a lecturer in history, on their way to the classroom.

Because of the well-known reasons, boys like to booze in front of this big beauty.

Especially when Xiao Xiao was also there.

Therefore, the beauty of the unexpected encounter just now was completely destroyed by a few reckless goods.

Zheng Qing felt that if he were Xiao Xiao, he would definitely be depressed.

"What?" Xiao Xiao raised his head blankly and looked at Zheng Qing in confusion, "What happened just now?"

"Pretends to look like." Zheng Qing gave him a slanted look, and slammed the Zihao pen in the tortoise-back inkstone twice~www.readwn.com~ Seeing the nib sucking ink, he hummed: "Mr. Sima Running so fast must be because of seeing you."

"Oh, that matter." Xiao Xiao lowered his head again, squeezed his messy hair, and said sullenly: "That kind of thing is about fate. When fate comes, everything is easy; if fate does not come, I can't force it."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in amazement, but started to outline the magic text without pause.

"Unexpectedly, you are still a metaphysician." He mocked: "Since fate is so important, why do you have to make a difficult problem for Mr. Sima so vigorously."

"It doesn't matter whether I am a metaphysician or not." Xiao Xiao made a straight face, looked at Zheng Qing, and said seriously: "But I can feel the red light lingering all over your body...The dark clouds cover the top and the Yintang is dark, obviously very There will be a disaster of blood and light soon."

"Huh?" Zheng Qing carefully read the description of the magic text of fire in the handout, carefully sketching the last paragraph of the strokes, and the threat of Dr. Xiao Da's left and right ears came out.

"There is something...I think you should know." Xiao Xiao still chattered beside him endlessly.

"Hurry up, speak up!" Zheng Qing held his breath, slightly opened his mouth, and carefully picked up the pen. She was surprised to find that he could smoothly outline the shape of the first magic text. He was not uncomfortable in his heart. Can I copy successfully, do I have a language talent I haven't discovered before?

"If you are done copying this character... Maybe you should look up at the door of the classroom." Xiao Xiao sincerely suggested: "So you won't always care about other people's gossip."

Zheng Qing lifted his pen to close the calligraphy, and raised his head indifferently.

Then his heart tightened suddenly.

A thin tongue of flame followed the stop symbol of his strokes and burned quickly.

In an instant it turned into a fireball and floated into the air.