Hunting High School

Near noon, Dylan climbed out of the coffin first and left the dormitory to attend the Lidong luncheon.

Zheng Qing didn't know why a large group of creatures under the moon chose to hold a banquet at noon. He privately speculated that it was probably to take advantage of the initial chill of the beginning of winter to show his resistance against this time period?

A little later, the fat wizard who was still dissatisfied after revising the manuscript three times finally lost his patience. He dropped the quill, folded the parchment hastily, stuffed it into his arms, and went to the editorial room of the school newspaper.

As for Dr. Xiao Da, he stayed in the library after morning class and didn't even come back for lunch. This makes the young public finance students who want to share the fun of frog meat dumplings with him quite regrettable.

For a while, only Zheng Qing, Sha Mao, and the group of carefree elves were left in dormitory 403. The young public finance student patiently wrote homework all afternoon alone and tenaciously. As soon as it got dark, he couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart. He took out the warm ampoule he had squeezed a long time ago and sniffed it through the glass bottle. Unstable shapeshifting potions inside.

This is the sixth time he has turned into a cat this week.

In fact, Zheng Qing felt that he could completely throw down the ampoule and transform himself - just like the potion in his hand, the expiration date had long passed, but it didn't affect him at all to draw some kind of 'faith' from the bottle.

The reason why it has not been lost is actually a certain degree of path dependence. This is the inevitable negative consequence of all reliance on potions to practice magic, just like a baby getting rid of a pacifier requires a long and difficult withdrawal process.

After a while, the black cat appeared under the cat fruit tree.

There are not many fruits on the tree at the moment, but there are figures chasing and playing in twos and threes under the tree. After sensing the breath of the black cat on the tree, the big and small cats under the tree sighed in disappointment and climbed up the own branch.

The black cat doesn't understand how this kind of behavior logic that belongs to the cat group is, or when it was born. It just lay on its own throne, resting its head on one paw, popping out the sharp between the other toes, engraving traces of waiting one after another on the rough and flat throne.

It waited until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the branches were covered with fruits, but it didn't get the result it wanted.

The white cat didn't come today.

But unexpectedly, a wizard wearing a white mask came. When he saw the figure of the guilty envoy, the black cat calculated silently in his heart, and then suddenly realized that today is another Saturday.

Transparent people have no sense of time.

"It's pretty early today!"

The wizard wearing a white mask waved at the black cat on the tree, and then appeared on a nearby branch, making the furballs with that finger furious.

The black cat glanced at him and tugged at his ears in response.

"Today is the seventh time you have participated in the assessment of the seven deadly sins, and it is also the last assessment for you by the society."

The guilty envoy didn't care about the black cat's impoliteness, and said with emotion in his tone, "Before I knew it, another two months had passed... Where did all my time go... What a terrible acceleration of life... I don’t know what the relationship between Life and time is in the eyes of those beings who have a dream for a thousand years and a glance for ten thousand years.”

The concept of life acceleration Zheng Qing has heard of it before.

From birth, life begins to accelerate. Because the initial speed is very low, life feels slow when you are young, but the older you are and the longer you live, the speed of life will become faster and faster due to the acceleration. The faster, so that when you suddenly look back one day, you will be surprised to find that a year when you grow up seems to be shorter than a month when you were a child.

This concept was born in classical magic theory, and is now rarely used by wizards, because in some cases, this concept will appear paradoxical.

like now.

When the guilty envoy uttered this noun, the black cat's ears pricked up involuntarily, and its paws, which were originally scratching out of boredom, also stopped, silently calculating for a moment in its heart.

Then it realized that it had only been one and a half years since it came to First University—if it is calculated according to the wonderful degree of life and the content of experience, this year and a half is far longer than the eighteen years before his life.

year.

In other words, during this year and a half, its life acceleration is negative, not positive.

But in a smaller dimension, such as this week, as a transparent person, Zheng Qing's life acceleration has become positive again, because he hasn't felt anything yet, and a week has just passed.

"Time...tsk...what a fascinating concept."

The black cat muttered, shook its head, and finally gave up thinking about this profound and complicated proposition, and looked down the tree: "That pig's head is my examiner today?"

"Pig head?" The wizard wearing a white mask poked his neck to look under the tree, and immediately greeted happily: "Good evening, Beelzebub!"

"It's not good at all." An unclear answer came from under the tree.

The black cat noticed that Hanhu's voice wasn't that the 'Beelzebub' under the tree had a bad voice, but that when he was talking, he was holding a whole roast chicken in one hand, gnawing non-stop, his whole mouth All were stuffed to the brim.

This gave him an inexplicably familiar sense of déjà vu.

But at the same time, he was very sure that the guy in front of him was not Xin Fatty, because the fat wizard knew his identity.

"'Greed' among the Seven Deadly Sins is code-named 'Beelzebub', and the mask is a pig's head." The envoy introduced the black cat next to him very smoothly, and at the same time complained: "Actually, he likes to wear a fly mask... but Everyone is very opposed to a bunch of buzzing bugs flying around in the conference room, so I took the next best thing and admitted that he ate in the conference room."

When one person and one cat on the tree spoke in a low voice.

Under the tree, the pig-headed wizard holding a roast chicken was looking up at the black cat with smooth fur, his eyes were full of greed, as if he was looking at a piece of fragrant meat that had been braised in soy sauce.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable and annoyed, so he simply stood up and jumped off the tree.

The guilty envoy also fell aside.

"Did you tell him to go on a diet last week?" The pig-headed wizard played with a bone and put it in his arms, his voice finally became clearer: "No matter how I look at it, this cat doesn't look like it has been hungry for three days."

"Diet? Hungry for three days?" The black cat was full of question marks, tilting its head to look at the sinner.

The wizard wearing a white mask exaggeratedly patted his forehead: "Ah, a mistake, a mistake... Last week, everyone was in a hurry to participate in the parade. In a moment of anxiety, I forgot about it!"

As he said that, he bowed at ninety degrees to the black cat very neatly: "Beelzebub asked me to remind you before that starving for a few days will be helpful for today's assessment...but I forgot, sorry, sorry."

"What assessment requires a hungry cat to participate?" The black cat was puzzled and looked at Beelzebub.

The wizard wearing a pig's head mask asked back: "Did you participate in last week's parade? How do you feel? Is there a grass burner?"