Hunting High School

August 31st, the first day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, sunny with light wind.

Advisable, marrying, adopting, opening a market, traveling; bogey, breaking ground.

Chang'an Airport.

Zheng Qing pinched his fingers to count the good and bad luck for a long time, and was very satisfied with the day chosen by the school.

Before coming to the airport, he made another trip to the Huizi collection and carefully asked Pan Luer how to board the plane.

"Take the boarding pass and find the ground service staff at any counter where there is no queue to change the registration card for you, and then follow the instructions of the registration card and go directly to the plane."

Pan Lu'er explained lightly, but Zheng Qing listened with concern.

"Any counter is fine? Why are you looking for an empty counter?" He asked.

"Isn't someone queuing slow!" Pan Lu'er seemed to look at a fool: "Don't go to the counter where no one is queuing, and just queue up to play, how busy you are."

Zheng Qing silently lowered his head, took his own small notebook and wrote down the general procedure.

"When you're away from home, ask if you don't understand. Don't be shy. There are many people who are flying for the first time. There are information desks everywhere at the airport. Just ask a pretty sister." Pan Lu'er waved him off impatiently.

"Can ordinary airport information desks be enough?" Zheng Qing added an accent on the word 'ordinary'.

"Don't tell me you want the First University to hang a signboard of the Wizards Union at Chang'an Airport?!" Pan Lu'er rolled his eyes and blew the lock of long hair on his forehead.

Zheng Qing was speechless.

He always felt that the way to board the plane should, maybe, probably, need to be a bit wizard-style.

Like dragging a suitcase and bumping it over a wall?

Or chanting a spell into some wacky mirror in an abandoned airport restroom?

However, the reality is always very simple.

Holding the proof of ticket issuance, looking for a counter where there was no queue, Zheng Qing changed the boarding pass in less than a minute.

There was no checked luggage, no long waiting time, no cumbersome checks and complicated boarding gates. Zheng Qing just declared an extra "pet Ctrip" and entered the waiting hall with Poseidon in his arms.

After the ground service personnel in the waiting hall took him to a VIP entrance, he said goodbye politely. Following the signs, Zheng Qing walked through the soft red carpet, the hard aisle, and the soft skin, and soon boarded the flight to First University.

The inside of the cabin is much more spacious than it looks from the outside, and it is arranged according to the way of two seats on the left and one on the right. Every two rows of seats face each other.

The flight attendants on the plane were all dressed in navy blue crisp gowns, with their hair in a bun and a belt, with decent smiles on their faces, holding a book in one hand, and guiding Zheng Qing to take a seat with the other.

Zheng Qing noticed that the Dharma book in the flight attendant's hand was a Bologna-bound book that he had seen in the Shangyuan Bookstore. The exquisite patterns and gorgeous dipped mouths on it looked brand new and clean.

These stewardesses looked rich, Zheng Qing was secretly dumbfounded. He still remembered that this dharma book sold for more than 20 jade coins at the Shangyuan Bookstore, and the full scholarship of Own was only 10 jade coins.

Under the guidance of the flight attendant, Zheng Qing found his own seat without any difficulty.

His seat was on the left side of the fifth row by the aisle, and all the passengers around him were already seated, only the window seat next to him was still vacant.

Zheng Qing prayed from the bottom of his heart that this seat belonged to a beautiful woman.

The seat is very spacious, and the black leather chair is soft, which makes people feel a lot more relaxed when sitting on it. The armrests on both sides are shining with a silver-white metallic luster, and when you put your arms on them, you can't help but slide back into Own's arms.

Putting Poseidon on his lap, Zheng Qing looked at the passengers around him.

Sitting directly opposite him was a short boy with watermelon hair combed and a pair of big black-rimmed glasses, holding a big black hard-shell notebook and writing something quickly. Next to the boy with the watermelon head was a handsome classmate with a slender figure and a medium ponytail. This classmate was holding a suspicious long package, silently turned his face sideways, looking at the dry concrete floor outside the window.

Maybe a woman, maybe a man. Looking at that handsome classmate, Zheng Qing felt a little unsure. He turned his head and looked at the two people across the aisle.

Sitting across the aisle was a little bald-headed Fatty, dressed in gray cloth and wearing a string of dark purple longan prayer beads around his neck, holding a scroll of scriptures and looking at it shaking his head. The passenger opposite the little monk was lying on the table and sleeping soundly. Zheng Qing could only guess the gender of this passenger by the exposed wine red wavy hair.

Looking around, none of his eyes intersected with himself.

Zheng Qing felt bored.

So he took out his talisman from the gray cloth bag, turned out the small table hidden under the armrest, took out a brush and ink, rubbed his hands, and started his daily homework.

The talisman posts are exchanged in the Huizi collection. Huizi grid, yellow paper, 60 pages per post, each page has a commonly used talisman, such as exorcising ghosts, meditation, Bixie, playing heaven, inviting gods, transcending, etc. .

The copied talisman can be torn off and used at any time. If it is not used, it can also be sold to a paper and pen shop. Six intact talisman pages can be exchanged for a blank sheet. If there are no mistakes in the whole talisman, Zheng Qing can exchange ten talismans, and Granny Cai from Baicaotang will give him a piece of vermilion ink or a brush with a smile.

Since he was ten years old, Zheng Qing has never spent money on talismans, and even the red ink brushes he got back from the owner of the paper and pen shop are enough for many years.

He took a deep breath on the Zhu Mo, wrote the regular script with a brush, concentrated on the brush, and finished it with a single stroke after a while.

Zheng Qing looked at the meditation talisman and nodded in satisfaction.

There is nothing more relaxing than writing a talisman. If there is, it is to write two symbols.

He picked up the pen again, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Hello." A timid voice rang in his ear.

Zheng Qing raised his head.

A little girl about ten years old was dragging a pink trolley case, standing in front of him anxiously.

The girl wore two shofar braids, a pink dress, and a pair of white round-toed leather shoes, clutching a deformed registration card tightly in her hand.

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Loli! Zheng Qing's heart was roaring.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boy with the watermelon head stop the pen in his hand and looked up.

"I seem to be in the seat inside." Little Lolin said dully.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please come in, please come in." Zheng Qing hurriedly stood up, trying to show a kind smile: "Where is your adult? Isn't he with you?"

As he spoke, he helped the little girl stuff the pink trolley case into the overhead storage compartment.

Zheng Qing had already stuffed his heavy luggage into his gray pockets, and he didn't expect that there would be wizards dragging these inconvenient luggage.

"Didn't the first university's notice say that parents are not allowed to accompany them?" Little Loli's surprised voice sounded behind him.

Zheng Qing let go of his hand, so he didn't get hit on the head by the little pink box.

He stuffed the box into the storage compartment and slammed the door shut.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the little Loli in front of him.

This girl is my classmate? ? ! !