Hunting College

　　 The sky gradually dimmed.

　　 This small street looks like a dragon that has just woken up on the Golden Mountain, and stretches its body lazily. The colorful gems slipped from it, shining with charming brilliance.

　　 Zheng Qing sipped the milk tea in the suction cup, carefully avoiding every pearl.

　　 He doesn't like the slimy texture of these things.

　　 The other freshmen lay weakly on the bar, waiting for their freshman guidance to return.

　　 Nicholas lined up for them at a restaurant not far away to collect their meal numbers.

　　 It is said that that restaurant offers the most cost-effective buffet in the entire Beta town, and the table is always tight.

　　 "Don't worry! I know the restaurant manager very well and will help you handle it."

　　 Before leaving confidently, the freshman bought a cup of milk tea for each freshman.

　　 Dingling, Dangling.

　　 da da, da da.

　　 The crisp copper bell, mixed with the sound of the hoof hitting the stone slab, echoed in the street.

　　 Zheng Qing raised his head.

　　 A **** sheep with round horns, dragging a four-wheeled wooden cart, drove slowly on the street.

　　 A little boy with a mushroom head was sitting in the car.

　　 Turning the corner, there is a small open space.

　　 The boy clapped his hands.

　　 The black horned sheep stopped steadily and turned his head to look at the boy.

　　 The boy jumped out of the car and gently stroked the back of the black sheep.

　　 "That stinky boy, come to drink my milk tea again." The uncle of the milk tea shop scolded with a smile, and drew a large paper cup from behind the bar and started to make milk tea.

　　 "Who is he?" Zheng Qing asked with interest.

　　 "Linguo, the youngest enrollee of the First University in the past 100 years." The uncle of the milk tea shop proudly raised his head: "It is also the pride of the entire Beta Town."

　　 Xiao Xiao, who smashed his head on the notebook next to him, raised his head and turned to look at it.

　　 Zheng Qing glanced at his neck worriedly.

　　 On his cheek, the crimson mark pressed out of the edge of the notebook is very conspicuous.

　　 "He is Linguo?" Xiao Xiao opened his notebook and asked hastily.

　　 "Don't you know?" Zheng Qing was a bit strange. He remembered that Xiao Xiao once introduced him to the youngest enrollee of the first university on the special plane.

　　 "I just know it." Xiao Xiao rubbed his face, the crimson marks on his cheeks quickly faded.

　　 street corner.

　　 The boy took off the saddle on the back of the black sheep and set up the canopy of the four-wheeled cart.

　　 A five-story simple bookcase appeared in the cold wind on the streets of Beta Town.

　　 He lifted a brown leather four-legged stool from the car and placed it in front of the bookcase.

　　 Then he sat on his knees, his waist straight.

　　 "What is he doing?" Zheng Qing was a little curious.

　　 "Set up a stall-obvious." Xiao Xiao despised him.

　　 "Has he set up a stall for a long time?" Zheng Qing looked at the tea shop owner, ignoring Xiao Xiao's sarcasm.

　　 "Intermittently for several years."

　　 "It's been so long! How old is he?"

　　 "Ten? Eleven at most." The boss nodded affirmatively.

　　 Zheng Qing looked suspiciously at Xiao Xiao. He still remembered that the watermelon head boy mentioned in the morning that the two 12-year-old enrollees this year were Li Meng and Lin Guo.

　　 "Different calendars have different calculation calibers, eleven years old and twelve years old." Xiao Xiao analyzed very seriously.

　　 "Where is his family?"

The owner of 　　 milk tea shop stopped his work and sighed deeply:

　　 "His family used to have a Lin's shop in Beta Town, selling alchemy items. The old shop has been in town for some years."

　　 "Three years ago, a fierce fire demon fled into Beta Town and burned more than a dozen stores along the way. The Lin family store was also destroyed at that time. The old store for decades, a fire passed away, leaving only a ruin."

　　 "His family were all buried in the flames. The next morning, the wizards who had been busy all night saw Linguo singing in the ruins shrouded in morning mist."

　　 "Sing?" A new student next to him couldn't help but whispered.

　　 "Yes, singing "A Happy Little Frog" was very popular at that time." The owner of the milk tea shop held the bar and looked at the little boy not far away, with confusion in his eyes:

　　 "He sat neatly on the baby carriage, rang the bell on the car, and sang songs over and over again. The tired wizards almost thought he was an evil spirit."

　　 Zheng Qing looked at the thin figure silently, rang the bell, and sat quietly on the street.

　　 Thinking of the sad early morning three years ago, thinking of the nursery rhyme that pierced the morning mist, a sourness surged in my heart.

　　 "Where does he live now?"

"The school arranged for him a dormitory. Don't underestimate him. He is the youngest enroller in the first university in three hundred years. He has a high talent in alchemy and is a real genius. It is said that the school spent two years ago. His name appeared in the roster, but the principal said that Lin Guo was too young, so it was delayed for two years. In the past two years, the school provided him with food, clothing, housing and transportation to help him with various basic subjects. It seems that he will be officially this year. Enrollment."

　　 "Two years ago..." Zheng Qing's heart was overwhelmed by a greater soreness.

　　 A freshman who is less than ten years old, still with himself.

　　 It is a desperate reality than despair.

　　 "What does he usually sell?" A freshman asked next to him.

"Old textbooks and exercise books discarded by senior grades; residual medicines and talisman made by students; some talisman paper, talisman pens, cinnabar, and herbal medicine. School gossip and rumors; some students’ private commissions and promises by school workers Recruitment plan. Wait. His minivan is very famous in the first university, and the girls are happy to hand these things to him." The milk tea shop owner smiled and looked at the freshmen: "He is very popular with girls. ."

　　 "It's so colorful!"

"so amazing!"

　　 The newcomers laughed, looked at the little boy not far away, and praised them.

"Excuse me~www.readwn.com~ help pass the milk tea to that kid." The uncle of the milk tea shop patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder, pushed a cup of fragrant drink from behind the bar, and pointed to the stall on the side of the street. The child.

　　The paper cup is a bit hot.

　　 Zheng Qing trot all the way to the boy's sheep cart holding the bottom of the cup.

　　 The boy’s sitting posture is regular, with a heavy book on his knees.

　　 Zheng Qing glanced at the tiny tiny print in the center of the header.

　　 "Principles of Alchemy · Third Year of University"

　　 His hands shook and he almost dropped the paper cup to the ground.

　　 The boy raised his head to look at Zheng Qing, his eyebrows were very pale, and his eyes were dark.

　　 "Hello, this is given to you by the owner of the milk tea shop." Zheng Qing held the paper cup and handed it to the boy, while reminding: "Be careful of hot hands."

　　 The boy closed the thick book on his knee and put it on the small stool. Standing up, bowing slightly, then took the milk tea and placed it on the shelf next to the bookcase.

　　 "Thank you for helping me look at the stall." The boy pursed his mouth and explained a little shyly: "I want to thank the uncle at the milk tea shop."

　　 "No trouble, no trouble." Zheng Qing waved his hand repeatedly.

　　 Linguo neatly trimmed her clothes, pulled the straps on her shoulders, and walked towards the milk tea shop.

　　 Zheng Qing noticed that he was carrying a blue shoulder bag.

　　 A Mickey Mouse on the school bag is trying his best to stretch his neck towards the aroma of milk tea.

　　 "This is not for you to drink." Zheng Qing found it interesting and moved the milk tea farther.

　　 The Mickey Mouse pattern jumped on the school bag angrily, grinning.

　　 Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

　　The black sheep pulling the cart wriggled its cheeks and turned to give him a glance.

　　 His eyes were full of contempt.