Hunting College

In Zheng Qing's impression, headaches have always been a big trouble.

Many memories of childhood have been blurred. For example, he can't remember what the girl he likes in elementary school looks like, nor can he remember the name of the four-wheel drive that his uncle gave on his twelfth birthday, even the promise he made when he graduated from junior high school, if he didn't open his diary, He has no impression at all.

But the feeling of headache, like a bright moon hovering in the sky every night, is always so fresh and clear.

He could still clearly recall the thumping sound of hitting the wall with his head when he had a headache when he was a child, and he could also remember the first time when the Sanyou Bookstore fell to the ground and twitched, the Begonia flower in front of the store just bloomed with five petals.

Everything is so unforgettable.

Fortunately, he has a gentleman.

Mr. Wu used his mysterious and unpredictable methods to suppress Zheng Qing's recurring head ailments, allowing him to grow up with peace of mind and have a relatively normal memory.

It's just that the peaceful life is gradually going away.

When did it start?

When there is no one, Zheng Qing occasionally thinks about this issue.

Maybe it was when he saw Mr. Wu wave his teacup, maybe it was the first time he stepped into the Huiji Collection, maybe it was that morning when he woke up and touched the thick bulging envelope by the pillow when.

Magic, wizards, and the first university, these words full of fantasy seemed to flood into his life overnight, followed by recurring head illnesses.

From the school plane to the astronomy professor's class.

Less than a month after school started, I have had three headaches.

This is by no means a good thing.

"Big trouble?" Zheng Qing repeated Professor Yao's words, his voice changed a little: "Be mentally prepared!"

He has seen these terms.

The protagonists on TV who are terminally ill, doctors like to use this scary word most when telling them of their illness.

"How long can I live." When the young public-sponsored student thought that he had not embraced Elena, he was about to face this cruel life. He couldn't help but feel sad and choked up.

"Huh?" Professor Yao raised his eyebrows high.

"It's okay, let's talk, I can accept it." Zheng Qing sniffed, babbling, "Don't tell my family about this kind of thing... They are all ordinary people, they have never been in contact with the magical world, maybe yes. You will have all kinds of misunderstandings...I am eighteen years old, and I have full capacity under the law...I can sign for myself. After I die, I hope the school can be a puppet and go home for me...I A dozen credits have been saved and can be used to pay related expenses."

After he finished speaking, Zheng Qing felt that a big stone fell on the ground in his heart, and his eyelids no longer felt hot.

But Professor Yao, who was sitting behind his desk, obviously didn't think so.

"I think...maybe you...have some...misunderstandings about what I said." The professor obviously took a lot of effort to accept this outstanding student's detached thinking: "No one will die...especially for wizards. Come on."

"Oh!" Zheng Qing immediately widened his eyes: "Yes! I am a wizard... I can use magic... Is there a spell to cure headaches? Potions are also OK... If Fuluo is better, I can give it myself Draw your own symbols."

"Calm down." Professor Yao opened the book on the table and flicked his finger with a helpless expression: "Did Mrs. Bella give you stimulants in the morning?"

A light blue streamer rose from the pages of the book pointed by the professor, hovered in the air for several weeks, and rushed into Zheng Qing's chest.

A cold feeling came from my heart, causing the young public-funded student to shiver several times.

His mind became clearer immediately.

Those embarrassing words almost immediately appeared in his mind a few minutes ago, causing his cheeks to flush at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He staggered and pushed away the chair, stumbling with an apology, blushing like Zhang Jixin's brother: "I don't know what's going on."

"It's okay." Professor Yao gently hooked his finger.

The soft leather chair behind Zheng Qing hulled and slammed forward, his legs numb, and he sat uncontrollably on the swivel chair.

"I know why this is..." The professor continued to look at the information at hand: "As I said just now, your headache is a big trouble...it will make you mentally active...but being active is often associated with fragility. Accompanied by. This is one of the reasons why your emotions were slightly out of control just now."

Zheng Qing licked his somewhat dry lips, trying to contain his urge to speak.

"A little bit ahead." The professor beckoned again.

The swivel chair under the seat arched forward roughly, pushing Zheng Qing's legs into the gap of the mahogany desk.

"Close your left eye." The professor leaned forward and opened Zheng Qing's right eyelid.

Zheng Qing's eyelids hurt from scratching his rough fingers.

"Magic is not as omnipotent as you think. On the contrary, it is a very strict technique." Professor Yao flipped through his book, looking for suitable spells, carefully observed Zheng Qing's right eye, and said slowly: "So, don't expect me to use one or two spells to lift your curse."

While talking, he pulled out a crumpled piece of talisman paper from the drawer, pulled a hair from the head of the young wizard, and knocked the ashes in the pipe on the talisman paper and wiped it lightly.

The orange sparks exploded little by little, and wisps of blue smoke rose slowly from the talisman paper.

"Curse!" Zheng Qing ignored the burning talisman on the desk, and finally couldn't hold back his tumbling thoughts, and cried out with some horror.

"Don't be nervous, boy." The professor patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "In the eyes of wizards, such invisible injuries without obvious trauma are curses. The cancer of Bai Ding is a very good example, some Modern therapists believe that cancer is'Gaia's curse'."

"Then what is the curse of me?"

Professor Yao didn't speak, but quietly looked at the ashes of the burning talisman in front of him. For a long time, he muttered: "Sure enough, someone needs a professional to see it."

The first university's most professional treatment is the school hospital.

Zheng Qing just came out of the school hospital.

So, one hour after leaving the white building, Zheng Qing appeared again in Madame Bella's stern sight.

"He needs to use the clean house." Old Yao Gan smiled, looked at the stern Madam Bella, and added: "Just a little while..."

"Then why do I need to go through the discharge procedures!" The head nurse slapped the medical record book in his hand: "I don't know if I need to issue a stack of certificates for every entry and exit? Do you think my job is very light, right? ?!"

Zheng Qing shrank his neck, watching the irritable head nurse and the smiling professor, quietly rubbing against the corner, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Only Dr. Ma on duty can ignore the depressed atmosphere in the field of vision at this time and make a certain degree of mediation: "Today can only arrange a comprehensive inspection...The specific inspection results are estimated to be out next week."

"It's okay, it's okay." Lao Yao had no objection to the doctor's arrangement: "This kind of thing is to be handed over to professionals."

As he said, he bared his yellow teeth and showed a pleasing smile to Mrs. Bella.

The head nurse did not respond to him, but quickly arranged for Zheng Qing to do a comprehensive examination in the clean house.

The clean house is a small room full of formations, runes and magic texts. Wizards use this room to analyze curses and study changes.

In order to keep the atmosphere of the house pure, there are no windows or doors in the clean house.

Just a few minutes after entering, Zheng Qing was pulled out by the head nurse ~www.readwn.com~ The inspection is simple, but the data analysis is very cumbersome. Physician Ma stared at those eyes with big blister, lengthened his voice, and said weakly, "I will send the relevant examination results directly to the office of Jiuyou College..."

"There is nothing else to do today. You go back first." Old Yao waved his hand to the young public student and added, "I remember your elective course in the afternoon was a life course?"

Zheng Qing nodded obediently.

"Well, go to the library to find Downton before class in the afternoon, and ask for the two days of history, philosophy, and pharmacy homework... The teachers are very tolerant and allow you to hand in before class next week."

The young public servant stayed for a while and walked towards the library dejectedly.

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