Hunting College

Throughout the afternoon, Zheng Qing tried to suppress the urge to drink the transformation potion.

Although he is also very curious about how he will look after transformation, because today is Thursday and there is one day of class tomorrow, he must survive this time anyway.

After all, he can't sit in the classroom with a strange skin and listen to the teacher's lecture-if he becomes a monkey, it still makes sense, but what if it is a cockroach?

Maybe the young wizard who is devoted to studying will be thrown out of the window by the screaming witches before they climb to their desks.

Fortunately, there are always endless troubles in life.

Whenever you feel that everything is going well and your life is good, life will slap you coldly and slap you from heaven back to reality.

For example, the homework assigned by Professor Emma, ​​such as young wizards and wizards who are constantly trying to sort out the troubles, and Zheng Qing's red right eye.

"I think the vision in the right eye seems to be a little worse." Zheng Qing stood on the balcony, squinted his left eye, holding a slingshot in his hand, and tried to aim at a squirrel out of the window who was twisting his butt.

The right eye of the young public-sponsored student was inexplicably bloodshot during the battle he encountered with the wild demon not long ago, and it became the only ‘damage’ left on him.

Physician Ma from the school hospital repeatedly comforted him, saying that this congestion would not have any effect on his eyesight, and came up with a pile of complicated data to support his professional judgment.

Although Zheng Qing let go of her verbal relief, her heart has always been doubtful.

"Like now," the young official squinted hard and muttered, "I think that squirrel has two tails."

As soon as he loosened his fingers, the pine nuts caught in the slingshot shot out and hit the corrugated room three meters away from the squirrel.

"Squeak!"

The squirrel screamed with satisfaction, flicked its huge fluffy tail, rushed forward, picked up the dusty pine nut, rubbed it with its paw, and stuffed it into its cheek pouch.

"That mountain two-tailed squirrel originally had two tails!" Fatty Xin was holding a plate of cakes, waving the dangling knife in his hand, and exclaimed viciously: "A blind man can see it as one..."

It is six o'clock in the afternoon.

According to Zheng Qing's experience in previous years, the sun should have set behind the mountain at this moment, and the sky should not have a trace of light.

But maybe the location of Phuket Island is a bit southerly, or maybe the wizards don't allow the sun to go down so early, there is still a dim light outside the house at this moment.

This time of the day is the time for Mr. Sim Banner to enjoy the last afternoon tea.

Just as Dylan will get up when he is awakened from the coffin, Mr. Fat will get very bad temper when he is interrupted by afternoon tea.

"I'm not blind!" Zheng Qing took out a paper ball from the gray cloth bag, put it back into the slingshot, turned his head and emphasized: "I mean, there always seems to be a double image in the right eye... and it's still shaking. To go."

"There are a lot of blood clots in the eyeballs. If you are not blind, you are already blind... What is weird if it affects your eyesight a little?" Fatty Xin took a deep breath and continued to patiently slice the cake on the plate.

"I think it might be because you closed your left eye for a long time." Dylan's lazy voice echoed in the coffin.

Zheng Qing tilted his head.

The **** sliding coffin opened again sometime.

"Good morning!" The young public student greeted very politely: "I thought you won't get up until eight o'clock this evening."

"Yesterday, didn't Xiao Xiao mean to hold a general meeting of the club tonight... You can't be rude after the guests come." Mr. Vampire Werewolf stretched out a pale hand from the coffin and placed it in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if feeling The weather is good or bad.

"Do you have to follow the day and night timetable?" Zheng Qing continued to squint, holding a slingshot, aiming at the jumping gray squirrel, and asked with breathlessness.

"Since the school is not restricted, I naturally choose how I feel comfortable." Dylan stretched out half of his body from the coffin, stretched his waist, and hummed slowly: "I am not Matthew Cullen from your class. , Or the pure-blooded aristocrats of Friedman in Alpha...the adaptation to the sun will naturally be lower."

The last sentence obviously involves some sensitive topics.

The dormitory fell silent for a while.

"Pop!" Zheng Qing loosened his fingers, and the paper ball caught in the slingshot flew out and hit the gray squirrel one meter away.

Before that squirrel writhed his hips triumphantly, the little paper ball suddenly smoked.

Then a few slender canes came out from the green smoke, and tied the caught gray squirrel firmly.

"Yeah! It worked!" Zheng Qing waved his arm vigorously and shouted.

"Oh, I really made it for you." Fatty Xin licked the last bit of butter on the plate, poked his head curiously, looked towards the balcony, and smacked his lips: "Maybe you can consult Dr. Xiao Da and take a look at this one. Can you get a patent..."

The patent in the fat man's mouth was Zheng Qing's technique of hitting a talisman with a slingshot just now.

Because of the night patrol, it has only been more than a month since enrollment, and Zheng Qing has experienced many accidents.

For example, in the lakeside forest, I met the murloc brother who went ashore for the gray trade; for example, caught the insects in the sand; and recently met a wild monster on the narrow road on the lakeside promenade.

There are countless small accidents such as beating kappa and catching poisonous snakes.

The more he experienced, Zheng Qingyu felt that his methods were somewhat inadequate. Turning over and over again are those talisman papers and a few spells.

Although so far, these methods are barely enough. But the young public-sponsored student noticed one of the huge flaws.

There is no further means of attack.

Because of the enrollment period, the few spells he just learned need to be cast at close range. However, due to his height and arm length, the talisman he was good at could not attack the enemy a little further away.

So he pondered for a long time, and finally thought of this way.

"It's just a small trick, I guess the Patent Office will not appreciate it." The young public-funded student waved his hand modestly, but added quite self-confidently: "I added a layer of silkworm skin to the original talisman. , Nested a rune with a stable function... The production process is a little bit difficult, and there is not much promotion value."

"It's not bad enough for your own use." Fatty Xin picked up a plate of fruit again, dipped in a salad and nodded with relish: "You can practice playing slingshot more in the morning...maybe you can also be in the rookie hunting competition. Use it."

"You have eaten three afternoon teas. Eating less is good for your health. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zheng Qing put away the slingshot and kindly persuades.

"You already have three girlfriends. It's good for your body to make one less." The fat man rolled his eyes and returned.

Zheng Qing's face suddenly darkened.

"This matter, I must make it clear tonight!" He angrily untied the squirrel from the cane, and threw it to the orange cat staring at him.

Tuantuan squinted his eyes and pressed one of the gray squirrel's tail with his paws. The beard was curled up and down, and he looked very happy.

"Can you tell this kind of thing clearly?" Dylan stood in front of his full-length mirror, washed out the foam on the toothbrush, looked at the two smooth little fangs in the mirror, and said vaguely: "This kind of thing is consistent. It’s getting darker and darker."

"No, it can be said clearly." Zheng Qing waved his hand, appearing confident.

"Yes, yes, you can make it clear." Dylan said perfunctorily, opening the cabinet in front of him, and greeted: "Come and help me pick a suitable cufflink and belt...I can't see the guests in a sloppy appearance. "