Hunting High School

Chapter 141 Song Of Time

As a young man who grew up in the Internet age, Zheng Qing is no stranger to the concept of "seed".

But he didn't expect that in the wizarding world, he could also come into contact with "seeds" that contained similar concepts—of course, unlike the index files that record download addresses on the Internet, the seeds in the wizarding world have a "real" seed form.

This cannot but be said to be a coincidence.

The young public fee student looked at the two blue-gray, peanut-sized seeds in the palm of Fatty's palm, and sighed in admiration.

"It's really insightful... I probably guessed what Fatty brought back." He repeatedly said with emotion: "I always thought that wizards didn't have this kind of entertainment... But, is it really good for so many of us to watch together? ? This kind of small video, I think it is more appropriate to watch it alone and privately..."

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"... I always feel that you have misunderstood something." Fatty squinted, and his tone seemed a little weird.

"Whose seed?" Dylan tore open the curtain, crawled out of the coffin unsteadily, and asked while stuffing cuff buttons into his cuffs.

Due to lack of sleep, his face was a little blue, and there were two big bags under his eyes.

"The member of the council under the moon, the jewel in the palm of the Qingqiu Su family, the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world..." Fatty had obviously been looking forward to this question for a long time, so he piled up nouns without hesitation, and scanned the dormitory with burning eyes. Every face, hoping to see the expression he wants to see.

"Hiss!" Dylan gasped in cooperation, "Su Shijun?!"

"Goddess movie??" Zheng Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes: "There is no riot in the school?"

He still clearly remembers that a few weeks ago, just because of a rumored report in a newspaper, many students in class 08-1 of Tianwen mourned and wailed everywhere.

Therefore, when he heard that what Fatty brought back were Su Shijun's seeds, his first reaction was not the clarity of the film, but whether there would be riots in the school because of it.

"So, do you have any misunderstandings about seeds... or 'prejudice'?" Xiao Xiao squinted his eyes and repeated Xin Fatty's previous question.

Zheng Qing frowned, considering whether to spread some common sense concepts about 'seed' and 'teacher' to several companions.

Obviously, Dylan didn't have the patience to listen to their chatter here.

He broke through the barriers of sleepiness and woke up for some more definite purpose.

"Where did the seeds come from? When did they come from? How much? Are there any 'seeds'? How is the clarity? What about the sound?" He asked a lot of questions quickly, and then took out a Black cloth bag: "I have a bag of Dongmao Qingtu, which is most suitable for the growth of projection grass, give it..."

As he said that, he tilted the cloth bag in his hand, and poured a handful of moist blue soil into the flower pot that Xin Fatty had just prepared.

"Exactly, I was still hesitating whether to dig some soil outside." Fatty clapped his hands cheerfully: "Nobles under the moon are proud, and they are so particular about planting grass..."

Of course, he didn't have the appetite to hang on to Mr. Vampire Werewolf.

"I got the seeds from the editorial department. I don't know who got them specifically... Although it didn't cost much, these seeds should have been placed under Restrictions, and there is no way to continue breeding."

Dylan sighed in disappointment.

"The seeds are still very new. It is said that Su Damei took a photo in Wuerzburg last weekend. It seems that she left it before she went to the Alps to prevent Prince Wilhelm from dueling with Duke Milton."

"As for the clarity and sound effects, I don't know either... Didn't I just get it and came back in a hurry!"

Saying that, Fatty looked around triumphantly, and emphasized: "Except for delicious food, I never eat alone... If there is a share for me, there must be a share for everyone!"

This rhetoric won unanimous praise and warm welcome from other members of the 403 dormitory.

While speaking, two cyan seeds had been poked into the soil of the flowerpot.

"Turn off the lights, turn off the lights!" Fatty waved his hands back vigorously, keeping his eyes on the flower pots: "And the curtains! Who closed the curtains!"

Dylan snapped his fingers twice, and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling went out immediately, and the half-covered curtains automatically pulled shut tightly with a wheeze.

The dormitory was plunged into darkness.

The orange cat Tuantuan has come to his senses completely. It is squatting in front of the flowerpot with a straight face, silently looking at the excited faces around it. Its yellow eyeballs look particularly creepy.

The little elves sat on the shoulders of several wizards in disarray, fluttering their wings and making curious chirping noises from time to time.

"A bag of sand of time, half a cup of water for shaping."

Xin Fatty muttered, and took out a small packet of crystal particles and a glass bottle about an inch high from his own USB flash drive.

"Slow down, slow down, the shaping water will completely soak up the sand of time." Dylan stepped forward and commanded nervously: "The sand of time is not evenly spread! The sand of time is not evenly spread!! The left side is better than the right side It’s a bit thicker...why hasn’t there been any response? Is the hole you just poked a little too deep? Is your Sand of Time expired? Is that bottle really stereotyped water? You’re not wrong, are you?”

"Shut up! I've planted more seeds than your cufflinks!" Xin Fatty growled unbearably, "Doesn't it take time for seeds to germinate?"

"It's grown! Look!" Zheng Qing saw a little light blue shoot emerging from the soil, and called out quickly. This sentence immediately extinguished the surging anger between the two companions.

Under the effect of magic, these shoots grow rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the soil in the flower pot was covered by a piece of three-color grass. The grass is only an inch high, and each thin and short grass stem has three grass leaves, showing red, green and blue respectively.

Faint three-color fluorescence emerged from the grass leaves, and with the slight shaking of the branches and leaves, they intertwined and mixed together to form a thin white halo.

Immediately afterwards, a vine protruded from the edge of the flower pot. After the vine circled the pot for a week, it stretched out its leaves and squeezed out pink flower buds.

"A bunch of trumpet flowers, three-color projection grass." Dylan patted Xin Fatty on the shoulder in admiration: "As expected, the old farmer has good seeds!"

"The projection grass has one leaf, two leaves, and three leaves. The morning glory also has one, two, and a bunch of differences." Xiao Xiao explained to Zheng Qing habitually:

"The image displayed by one-leaf projection grass is like a ghost, and the image of two-leaf projection grass is black and white; only three leaves or more can restore the original image. Similarly, the sound effect of a string of morning glory is much stronger than that of a single morning glory."

"Monophonic, dual-channel, surround multi-channel." Zheng Qing couldn't help complaining.

With a serious face, Xin Fatty solemnly poked the leaves of the morning glory, and there was a sound of "puh, puff" from the petunia.

"Well, the sound effect is good." He clapped his hands, sat down on the armchair, and threw the ball on the chair onto his shoulders: "Everyone can enjoy it!"

Small dots of light slowly floated on the projected grass blades, like floating dust, and like a starry sky.

The light spots are slowly spliced together, outlining the ancient castles and lush trees in the distance, as well as the gentle rivers and simple sculptures nearby.

Finally, the picture freezes on a vicissitudes of stone bridge.

The stone bridge is paved with blue bricks, and it is covered with the rust of history. Both sides of the bridge are made of large neat sandstone, which looks rough and heavy.

The sound of the peaceful flowing of the river can be heard from the trumpet flowers, the wind sends the leaves clapping and clapping, and there seem to be children playing in the distance.

A hand as white as jade rested lightly on the stone railing made of sandstone. Yiren was wearing a bright red cloak with his belt casually in his pocket, silently watching the flowing river.

"The picture quality is okay...but the plot is a bit too bland." Zheng Qing commented in a low voice.

"You can appreciate Su's beauty up close, what are you dissatisfied with?!" Xin Fatty squinted and said angrily.

"You two, shut up!" Dylan growled.

Not long after, soft singing floated from the river, passed through the morning glory, and injected into the hearts of several audience members:

tick tock clock

kick, step, step

Time is ringing softly in my ears

pattering rain

laughing memories

they wrap me around

Winter goes to spring, another year, another day

Late summer and autumn solstice another day, another year