Hunting High School

The good dream cat works very well.

After returning that night, Zheng Qing put the puppet next to his pillow and had a really good dream. He dreamed that the forgiveness hunting team won the championship of this school hunting competition. Cheers, and Jiang Yu took this opportunity to hug him.

In other words, he took this opportunity to hug the witch.

But that's all.

Afterwards, the wizard had no memory of it—maybe he fell into a dreamless sleep, or he might be awakened—in short, when he woke up, the last image in his mind was that he was holding Jiang Yu in circles , The skirt raised by the witch looks like a blooming pansy flower, bright and brilliant, intertwined with the vague and enthusiastic cheers all around, just like the scene at the finale of the movie.

Like most movies endings are not so satisfying.

Zheng Qing is also somewhat unsatisfied with this dream.

He always felt that there was some possibility of extension in the ending, or that it should be more open. This obsessive sense of loss tormented the wizard for a whole Sunday, so much so that during the evening class meeting, he was still a little depressed.

"It's been a whole day! Even if there's something wrong, you should have figured it out." Xin Fatty leaned against the window, flipping through today's newspaper, lazily complaining about the young public fee student: "... Do you know what you look like? A boudoir! Or a witch a few days before and after menstruation!"

Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at the fat wizard.

"I don't have a girlfriend, but I know a lot." He stabbed Fatty mercilessly.

Fatty's face paled suddenly, and the movement of turning over the newspaper in his hand was unconsciously much smaller. This immediately improved the mood of the young public finance student.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao who was sitting beside him.

Since entering the classroom, this great doctor has been fiddling with several brushes of different thicknesses, and writing and drawing on a bamboo board, not knowing what he was doing.

Zheng Qing poked his head over and saw that what was copied on the bamboo board was a binding spell, but each line of writing was different in thickness and weight, and the size of the writing was also uneven. At first glance, this spell gave people a unique feeling beauty.

"Are you planning to participate in this hunting exhibition?" Zheng Qing asked with interest.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him and adjusted his glasses.

"good idea."

The apologetic fortune-teller held the bamboo board a little further away from him, nodded slightly and said, "You say it like this... It seems that you can really try it."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

"It means you didn't think so before?" His curiosity suddenly came up: "What did you plan to do with this before? To test the elasticity of spells?"

The flexibility of mantras refers to the 'boundary' where the mantras can still function normally under conditions such as non-standard formats and font sizes used in transcribing mantras. Because each wizard's understanding of spells and sensitivity to magic power will continue to change with the growth of experience, so he is often familiar with the flexibility of own spells, which can greatly optimize the efficiency of casting magic.

Before Xiao Xiao could open his mouth, Xin Fatty, who had just been depressed, rose up again like a surging tide: "So today you are like a boudoir who doesn't hear anything outside the window... don't you Don't you know the gift the doctor received yesterday?"

If Fatty doesn't mention the gift, then it's fine.

When he mentioned it, Zheng Qing immediately thought of his own gift, the fluffy puppet cat next to the pillow, and then remembered the sweet dream of last night. Into ruins.

"There are a lot of things going on recently, so I didn't pay attention." The young public finance student pulled himself together and asked casually, "Did you receive any gifts for the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday?"

Xiao Xiao coughed reservedly.

"I was just looking for the most suitable brush." ​​He explained, and took out a roll of bamboo slips from his pocket, and put them on the desk, as if they were a piece of exquisite porcelain: "Hey, this is it... I said it was too precious, but Sima said

I can't return it after I bought it, so..."

"You said this sentence no less than five times today." Xin Fatty said sarcastically in a sour tone.

Zheng Qing gasped, and subconsciously touched the bamboo slips. Xiao Xiao obviously wanted to stop his companion's reckless action, but considering that Zheng Qing was usually reliable, he reluctantly retracted his raised hand.

"Is this the bamboo slip book?"

Feeling the slippery bamboo pieces on Jane's body, the young public finance student couldn't hide his envy: "I saw it in the Shangyuan Bookstore, but it was much bigger than yours. That book is full of..."

He gestured to the size of the bamboo slips in his memory, and at the same time tried to retrieve the few introductions left in his mind: "...it must be three feet long."

"It's two feet and four inches," Xiao Xiao said at the right time, fully demonstrating his attainments as a doctor in such details: "The pre-Qin bamboo slips displayed in the Shangyuan Shusi are two feet and four inches long, and they are used to copy large spells or engrave them. A high-end Dharma book that will only be used for semi-permanent spells... This one is just an ordinary Chinese version, seven inches and eight cents long, which is about the same as the chopsticks we usually use."

Now that he had opened his mouth, he naturally took back the own bamboo slip book from Zheng Qing, and introduced it eloquently: "...Of course, although it is an ordinary Chinese version, it is also made of thousand-year-old bitter bamboo. It is wrapped with five-color deerskin in series, and the inner lining is the same as the pre-Qin bamboo slips, which can be replaced repeatedly... Sima told me that it is enough to put a piece of mulberry paper inside it, and throw it away after use, and it will not make people feel wasteful. "

"Also, you see, Wai Jian carved a whole set of binding spells and semi-solidified spells. Even if I didn't bring a brush and ink, I just need to wipe them with my hands to press the traces of the spells on the paper. , and then cast this high rank binding spell..."

"How much?"

Zheng Qing stared eagerly at the scroll of bamboo slips, trying to interrupt the scene in his mind of Dr. Xiao Da jumping up and waving it vigorously to hit the murloc's head, and subconsciously shook his head: "...I remember that at the Shangyuan Shusi, That set of pre-Qin bamboo brief fifteen jade coins!"

Sim Fatty swallowed loudly.

"Well, this one is a little cheaper." Xiao Xiao waved his hand modestly: "I heard from Sima that this one seems to cost less than ten jade coins... She is a teacher at the school, and she got a lot of discounts when she bought it. Woolen cloth."

"Listen, it's less than ten jade coins. What kind of bullshit is this!" Zheng Qing sighed enviously: "The scholarship for the school's public-funded students is only ten jade coins for a whole year...what else do you want?" fulfilled."

"No, I'm very satisfied."

Dr. Xiao Da immediately denied his companion's nonsense, and raised two small brushes: "Which one do you think is more suitable-this wolf hair or this rabbit hair?"