Hunting High School

"One morning I threw away yesterday, and since then my steps have been light."

——— Tagore, Asuka

Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was very suitable for his mood, so he marked the first stage wavy line under the sentence with a quill pen. Then he stretched himself, closed the poetry collection in his hand, and looked up out the window.

It is daytime outside the window.

Birds were singing in the shade of the trees, bugs were buzzing on the bushes, butterflies fluttered their wings to avoid the saliva spit out by the grass sperm, and the flowers opened their smiling faces, watching the scene haha.

The sun warms the earth, and the warm wind blows into the ward from the window, blowing on the face, warm, soft, and extremely comfortable. The outside temperature is 20 degrees Celsius, and the weather balloon made by the school work committee ensures that the school will have the right rain or snow, the right wind, and the right clouds at the right time and in the right place.

Welcome to First University.

This is the world of life.

Here, no wizard has to risk his life sticking out his tongue to lick a stone freshly fished out of the lava. And no wizard would burn all the hair off his body in order to save a trace of magic power.

The wizards here will just lie on the lawn, with a half-turned "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" upside down on their chests, and the bamboo baskets at hand are filled with soft cakes and sweet mung bean cakes, and maybe two cans Iced Green Bee.

The wild cat wobbled past the basket, smelled the cake, hesitated for a few seconds, shook its beard, and left nonchalantly. The three-tailed squirrel quietly slipped under the tree, grabbed a few melon seeds from the basket, and then ran away.

Behind it came the laughing laughter of the wizards.

This is the taste of life.

Close your eyes, smell the abundant magic power flowing in the air, the depressive, dead, and withered breath of the black prison world flashed in your mind, and feel the beauty of Life.

Squeak.

The door of the ward was pushed open. The young wizard turned his head and saw a long drawn horse face, holding a quill, holding a notepad, a stethoscope around his neck, and a group of young white men followed behind him. robe.

"Your seniors and sisters just joined the job at the end of July. Come over with me today for rounds." Dr. Ma grabbed the quill and pointed behind him casually. The brand name, copy the above data.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Qing stretched his neck and looked out the door, hoping to see some surprises, but unfortunately, there was no other color except for the same white wall.

While copying, Dr. Ma glanced at the boy: "Want to leave?"

Zheng Qing nodded obediently.

Anyone who is trapped in the hospital for a month will have the idea of ​​staying away from this white. Zheng Qing wants to run wildly on the hunting ground, close his own shop, lie down in the garden of the Qingqiu mansion and take a nap, and take an adventure in the Silent Forest.

He was even willing to clock in the library honestly for a week, from nine to five, behave like a monk, copying homework, as long as he stopped drinking those bitter smoking potions.

The only thing I don't want to do is to continue to stay on the three-acre land of the school hospital, and can no longer do other things except eating, sleeping and walking downstairs.

Dr. Ma put away the notepad, put three fingers on Zheng Qing's body, and asked casually while checking, "How do you feel today?"

"Hmm...I feel like I can kill a cow now." Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of quite a few beautiful witches among the interns, habitually glib.

Sure enough, there was a chuckle like a wind chime in the ward.

The doctor raised his eyebrows, pulled out his book, opened it, grabbed the quill pen and quickly wrote down a spell, then stretched out his hand to press it, and gave a soft drink:

"Scalpers descended from the sky, I will stop my customers!"

The smile on Zheng Qing's face suddenly froze. Before he could figure out how to beg for mercy so as not to lose his face in front of the witches, he heard a roar like an explosion in the void:

"Moo!!"

Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that the whole ward—even the whole building—was violently

Shaking, a gust of wind with a stench blew past the boy, rattling the white gauze curtains hanging on both sides of the window. A few flower sperm that were chasing and playing in the sunlight outside the window smelled the breath in the wind, and were frightened immediately, completely forgetting that they had wings on their bodies, and screamed, falling stiffly downward.

Plop, plop.

Outside the window came the faint sound of flower sperm hitting the lawn.

Plop, plop.

This is Zheng Qing's heart beating crazily, pumping out fiery blood, flowing along the blood vessels to the limbs and bones. In the blink of an eye, the face of the young wizard turned red, and his eyes became sparkling.

He has reason to be nervous.

Because right in front of him, a strong ox was staring at him with Tongling's big eyes. The ox stepped on both sides of the hospital bed with its front hooves, and its hind legs on the floor. Its arched shoulders almost touched the roof, forcibly crushing the burning medicinal candles.

The little elves in white gauze yelled, and angrily grabbed the long hair on the scalper's back, trying to drive it out of the ward, but their strength was too weak. For the scalper, they didn't even have a few Gadflies are very harassing.

Whew, wheeze.

The ox's heavy breathing hit Zheng Qing's face heavily, mixed with the smell of grass, which made Zheng Qing inexplicably a little bit hungry. He tried his best to lean back, trying to stay away from the huge and heavy pressure in front of him, but the bed was so long, and there was a smooth and cold wall behind him, even if he tried hard, there was nowhere to retreat.

"Take it."

Dr. Ma brutally gave Zheng Qing a thick and bulging Dharma book and a quill filled with ink. The pages of the Dharma book were withered and yellow, and it was a little tricky to touch. The nib of the quill pen was brand new, but the feathers were piled up in disorder, which looked extraordinarily messy.

The pen wasn't a great pen, and the book wasn't a great book, but there's no question that both would work.

Zheng Qing immediately understood Dr. Ma's intention - he was hospitalized because of a backlash caused by a lack of magic power, one of the main symptoms of which was the disorder of magic power and the inability to use magic power normally. Therefore, if Zheng Qing can prove to the therapists that he can already If you use magic power normally, it will naturally be easier to apply for leaving the hospital.

Thinking of this, he ignored the huge bull's head close at hand, grabbed the quill, and quickly copied the spell he was most familiar with in the Dharma book:

"Ge Zhitanxi, give it to this cow!"

Dozens of cyan vines protruded from the void, easily tying the cow into rice dumplings. Not even its tail was spared, and it was tightly tied to the hind legs of the cattle.

The interns hugged their notebooks and whispered to each other.

Dr. Ma didn't comment, just nodded briefly, and pressed the own method book: "Zhu Zhiyao."

With a clear light, the huge ox disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the small ward suddenly felt huge and empty after losing the ox that filled the room.

"It's ready to be discharged." Dr. Ma waved his hand and led all the interns out of the small ward, leaving only the young wizard waving his fists happily on the bed.