Hunting College

After class on Thursday afternoon, Zheng Qing did not go to the library.

He came to a coffee shop in the pedestrian street and ordered a cup of black coffee, with walnut crisps, alabasters, and chocolate beans on the dessert plate, and watched with relish two strong sugar men wrestling on the plate.

The sugar man was bought in the sugar man shop diagonally across from the milk tea shop before he came to the coffee shop.

At the beginning of school, he had seen a wonderful but short duel between two cavalry units in the window of that sugar man shop, which left a very deep impression on him.

It just happened to be free today, so he went to the store specially and bought two sugar man wrestlers.

It's still one sucrose and one maltose.

As a new guest who came here for the first time, the owner of the Sugar Shop presented a fructose dragonfly as a referee for the wrestlers.

"Two wins in three games! Those who lose will be eaten!" The dragonfly elf waved his cane and flew the figure-of-eight dance back and forth in the three-inch mid-air, yelling: "By your audience, Chew it to pieces, swallow it into your stomach!"

Zheng Qing listened to the referee's warning with a black line on his face, very worried that this intimidation would affect the performance of the two wrestlers.

Facts have proved that he was too worried.

Perhaps it is based on the noble professional ethics of these ‘professional wrestlers’, or perhaps their wisdom is too simple to understand the overly complicated grammar of the referee.

The two players on the plate were not affected by the words of the Dragonfly referee. They still held their heads, bound their legs, hooked their feet, and picked peaches. The falling sugar shavings splashed and the porcelain plates clinked.

Zheng Qing watched with gusto, using a small spoon to scrape the sugar crumbs from the plate from time to time, stuffing it into his mouth and sucking.

He has two books on the stack beside him.

One white book is his own law book; the other is an old book from Professor Yao's box in the spell class on Monday.

Both books have transcribed a complete binding spell in each of them-this is the homework of the old Yao's curse class, which is why Zheng Qing is staying in the coffee shop now.

According to the professor’s request, he also needs another classmate, the first girl, to copy and use the binding spell at the same time, write a report describing the different feelings when using different books to cast the same spell, and record it The nuances.

Originally he wanted to invite Jelena to complete this assignment.

However, after the last spell class, the whereabouts of the gypsy witches became somewhat unpredictable again, often when the class bell rang and left early in the middle of class.

The professors did not express any dissatisfaction with Jelena's behavior for some reason.

Helpless, Zheng Qing tried to send an invitation to Jiang Yu.

Fortunately, squad leader Jiang happily agreed to his request, but there was one condition-he needed to find a suitable collaborator for Li Meng.

This condition couldn't be easier.

Both Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin are all eager for this place.

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"If you don't plan to eat them, they can fall in front of you all night." A nice voice rang in his ears, interrupting Zheng Qingjin's relish watching the game.

He raised his head. Jiang Yu didn't know when he had already arrived in the store. He was holding his bag and bending over, with his head close together, watching the sugar man wrestling on the table.

It's really close.

When Zheng Qing turned around, he almost touched her cheek.

He could even see the fine hairs on her face, smell the refreshing fragrance, and feel the itching of her floating hair when it touched her face.

"Huh?" The young public servant turned red with naked eyes, and stammered: "What...what? What one night..."

Jiang Yu seemed to be aware of his own fault. His long eyelashes trembled, his nose trembling rapidly, and he stood up straight, stammering and replied: "I...I mean, you plan to... plan to watch. Did Sugar Man wrestle all night?"

Zheng Qing's brain's reaction speed finally kept up with the development of the situation.

He shook his head vigorously, as if this way he could shake off the charm in his heart and shake off the heat on his face.

"It's just a little curious," he honestly admitted, "you know I haven't seen such an interesting thing before... just watched it for a while before you came."

Jiang Yu also seemed to get rid of the panic a few seconds ago, and resumed his usual grace.

"Then let's hurry up." She tucked her long hair around her ears, took out a few heavy books from her handbag and put them on the table, then raised her right hand and raised her index finger.

A food waiter wearing a maid costume flapped its wings and gracefully landed on her fingertips, giving a dignified meeting ceremony.

"Here is a cup of black rose, Shao Bing." Jiang Yu tilted his head slightly, holding a golden bean in his left hand, and stuffing it into the back pocket of the waiter's skirt: "Put the snacks at will, don't make them too sweet."

"Merlin bless you, miss." The elf fluttered his wings cheerfully, and thanked him quietly.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, watching that shiny golden bean fall into the elf's pocket, and couldn't help sighing.

Then his gaze fell on Jiang Yu's clothes, and his eyebrows grew higher and higher.

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and she was covered in a long cotton dress with a red bottom and a black grid.

The long snow-white legs and graceful posture are looming under the big long clothes, which makes one can't help but look more.

"Are you wearing pajamas?" Zheng Qing looked at Mr. Jiang's clothes with a tangled expression, and asked with a certain tone: "You are wearing a pajama outside!"

"Yes." Jiang Yuruo curled his hair casually, revealing a white neck.

"This is too... random." The young public student racked his brains to come up with an appropriate word.

"What do you know, this is a popular match this year... and it's very comfortable to wear." Jiang Yu's mouth curled slightly, and he pulled out his law book and handed it to Zheng Qing, urging: "Get started."

"It always looks like you just woke up." Zheng Qing muttered softly.

"What?" Jiang Yu was sitting opposite him, taking out notebooks, talisman paper and other test supplies, and did not hear what the wizard said.

"Ahem, I mean, did you have no class in the afternoon?" Zheng Qing coughed dryly and immediately changed his question: "I remember to wear a robe during class."

"My elective course in the afternoon is Classical Magic Philosophy. The teacher took leave today, so the afternoon class was cancelled." Jiang Yu gushed out, and looked unsatisfied: "In fact, I stayed in the library this afternoon."

"Why are you going to the library? Do you do homework?"

"Check the dossier." Jiang Yu's expression suddenly dimmed: "You know, that little cat...Shushanguan has the most detailed case retrieval and storage room in the wizarding world. Maybe I can find some traces of the murderer from it."

"Are you still investigating?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but be surprised: "I thought this case was closed... Didn't the school work committee have announced the results of the investigation... Is it because of silence?"

"I don't believe it!" Jiang Yu raised his head, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com's eyes were full of stubbornness.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth and did not continue to dissuade him.

He did not give up dissuasion after seeing Jiang Yu's persistence.

It was that he suddenly remembered the ‘witness’ dream he had made in Lao Yao’s office last night, and thought of the bone-chilling chill he once felt and the white figure.

So he was suddenly not so confident about the closing report of the school work committee.

"If you need help, just speak up." He finally nodded and expressed his support for the witch's persistence: "Compared with those gray robes, I believe you more."

Jiang Yu pursed his lips, his eyelids drooped, and he mumbled. 8)