Hunting College

Noon in winter is the most popular time of the day.

Especially in Beta Town.

Even in the northern district of Beta Town, known as the concave district, this theorem has not failed. Of course, the reason for the large number of pedestrians outside the window may also be because it is adjacent to the wharf, municipal, and three-pronged sword.

Since lunch time is approaching, there are not many people in the cafe, and a few people are scattered in all corners of the cafe, without interfering with each other, coupled with the effect of the magic enchantment, Zheng Qing feels that the surrounding environment is very atmosphere. friendly.

Except for the reporter lady on the opposite side.

The seat chosen by Ms. Pulitzer is in a corner of the cafe. It is a four-seater with screens separating the front and rear. On the left is a tall floor-to-ceiling window, through which the bustling crowd can be seen through the glass; on the right is a spacious aisle , Across the aisle is a white powdered wall, the top of the wall is very clean, decorated with a few picture frames; below the wall is a layer of brown-red wooden wall skirt; under the foot is a layer of thick red carpet, stepping on the soft soft , It makes people feel like they can’t work hard.

Just like Zheng Qing feels now.

He felt that in front of this Pulitzer lady, there was a sense of panic and powerlessness.

"A simple and quiet enchantment can keep our conversation undisturbed..." Ms. Pulitzer's voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, as if separated from a huge and soundproofed secret room, it seemed empty and remote.

Zheng Qing calmed down and then got up, and replied, "It's amazing!"

He was complimenting the lady reporter's method of releasing that little magic, which was silent, but the effect was outstanding, very wonderful.

"It's a very simple trick. You will be able to master it in two years." Ms. Pulitzer smiled, changed the conversation, and started her own topic: "You are quite good, you made a big news... "

Zheng Qing swallowed, feeling that his lips were a little dry, and then he could not help but quietly licked his lips.

Before he could figure out how to answer this sentence, Ms. Pulitzer skipped the topic.

"If you remember correctly, you are a freshman in the 2008 class? Just half a year after enrolling." She took out a pen from her black handbag, held the cap in her hand, and then placed the pen on the open notebook on the table. .

This immediately attracted Zheng Qing's attention.

It’s not just because of pens—in fact, this is the first time Zheng Qing saw someone use pens in school. On weekdays, people use quill pens and writing brushes. What’s more amazing is that the pen is in Without anyone's hands, he stood on the notebook steadily and began to twist briskly with the conversation between the two.

It is written in standard lower case.

"Yeah, I enrolled in September last year, in the Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou College..." Zheng Qing replied absently while staring at the ink dripping from the tip of the pen.

Anyway, these are well-known news, and he would not be so cautious.

"Wait a minute, sorry, wait a moment." Ms. Pulitzer interrupted the boy suddenly, picked up her handbag again, touched it in the bag, and took out a transparent glass box.

The box is a cube with a wooden structure that looks like an archway, but it is not a plaque hanging in the center of the archway, but a silver bell the size of a fingernail.

Ms. Pulitzer tapped the glass box with the pen cap.

The glass on all sides of the box melted like ice and snow, but what is surprising is that there is no substance—whether it is water or liquid silica—no substance drips from the box onto the tabletop.

It was as if the glass shell protecting the archway just now was made of air.

Ms. Pulitzer took out the small wooden archway and placed it between the two of them, then cleared her throat and said, "I am a reporter from the Beta Town Post...I am now a third-year student in the first university... Eighteen years old...I am very eager to know the truth..."

When she said the first sentence, the archway was silent.

When she said the second sentence, the small silver bell hanging under the archway immediately shook, making a crisp bell.

Then she said the third sentence, the little silver bell began to vibrate wildly-for a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the little bell was about to shatter.

Then in the fourth sentence, the bell stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand was pressing on its head, stopping its sound.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

He felt that he had grasped the mystery.

"Very good," Ms. Pulitzer happily glanced at the small wooden archway, and then looked up at the young public student: "A gadget, make sure we treat each other candidly."

Zheng Qing was a little unhappy-even if they were assisting Sangejian in the investigation, they didn't use similar polygraph equipment, and they always treated each other well. Does this reporter have a big face?

Although he was not happy, he did not leave immediately.

On the one hand, it is Andrew’s request to accept the interview. At any rate, it is considered that he has dealt a few times. Zheng Qing feels that he is not so good to cheat him; on the other hand, he is very worried that after he just shakes his face and leaves, this reporter lady How will you write the next report.

The'new appointment of the magic wand' world is nowhere to be seen. The quality of the students of the first university is declining. Prevarication and avoidance, facing the press of reporters, what is he hiding, and so on, it is not uncommon-so comprehensively, Zheng Qing thinks something is wrong It is better to make it clear in person.

Even so, Zheng Qing needs to let the other party know what he thinks.

"This kind of thing," he pointed to the little bell, his face calm: "Need it?"

"This is the process of an official interview," Ms. Pulitzer explained smoothly: "Including Vice President Shi Hui of the First University, Director Robert of Sangejian, etc., there will be such an arrangement during the interview. "

Having said that, Zheng Qing is naturally not entangled.

Besides, the little bell just didn't move, which corroborated the reporter's explanation-he suddenly felt that, in a sense, the function of this little archway was also two-way.

"You won't add oil and jealousy to the report, do you make something out of nothing~www.readwn.com~Zheng Qing couldn't help asking, and then immediately apologized: "Sorry..."

"It doesn't matter," Ms. Pulitzer interrupted his apology and smiled: "All my reports are based on facts."

The little bell did not ring.

"You can adapt," Ms. Pulitzer reminded the wizard: "Sometimes it is too sensitive... so you can adapt to its... range."

It's a funny word. Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile, then looked at the little bell, and tentatively said, "I'm...seventeen years old this year?"

The little bell shook, did not ring, but there was movement.

Zheng Qing had some assurance in his heart.

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