Hunting High School

For the remaining days of the eighth week, Zheng Qing felt as if Life was in a dream, walking in the air—not floating, but helpless, with nowhere to go.

He could not tell his companions the secret of his heart, but he could not completely ignore this heavy burden.

Whenever he closed his eyes, lay in the tent, and wanted to sleep, Su Shijun's beautiful face would involuntarily slip in and whisper to his ear.

He is Poseidon, Neptune's father.

In theory, he is also Su Shijun's husband! ——God is pitiful, our public-funded student still thinks that he is a boy, not a man, from the bottom of his heart!

"...Will she ask me for child support? Do you need a marriage certificate in the wizarding world? Do you need me to send a letter to my family to ask for a household registration book? What should I do if I already have a girl I like? If I leave Elena now Will people think that I am a scumbag? What if she makes this matter public? How will others introduce me--'This is a member of the next month's parliament, the lover of great wizard Su Shijun, classmate Zheng Qing?!' "

This picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Every time he thinks about these problems, the young public finance student feels like he is having a heart attack, with chest tightness, palpitations, breathlessness, and even occasional confusion and fragmented thinking.

But as soon as he calmed down, these questions would involuntarily creep into Zheng Qing's head, as if there were many small people meeting in a circle, shouting loudly, making it very noisy.

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So much so that sometimes, Zheng Qing seriously doubts whether these symptoms are other serious complications caused by the shadow being stolen. He was already hesitating whether to go to the school hospital for another comprehensive physical examination.

Of course, everything has disadvantages and advantages.

With such a heavy burden on the bottom of my heart, other troubles and trivialities in Zheng Qing Life seem so plain and simple.

For example, the cumbersome training of the hunting team, and the ever-increasing academic burden of the professors as the mid-term approached, and of course, the fact that Elena joined the Matthew hunting team.

Zheng Qing found that with the passage of time, the anger that had been smoldering in his heart due to this incident had dissipated a lot unconsciously, as if it was a coast with strange rocks and rough waves, and as the tide rose, all unevenness was submerged on the water surface under.

Now, he just wanted to know the reason—why Elena agreed to Matthew.

"Because you didn't invite her to join your hunting team!"

In the 403 dormitory, Xin Fatty was stroking the cat while rushing to the manuscript, and his tone was full of schadenfreude: "...This is very easy to understand! She is a gypsy witch, not your elf, what can she do? Do I need to report the matter to you?"

Zheng Qing was lying in the tent, with his head sideways, looking at the completely tarot tarot card next to his pillow, and sighed melancholy.

The elves named by Fatty were in groups of three or four, lazily hanging on the tents, breathing lightly, looking peaceful, and looking like a waste.

"...Speaking of elves, are your elves completely okay?" Xiao Xiao, who was buried in his notebook, suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing: "I mean, their lifespan...the problem with the potion is completely already settled?"

"Not yet." Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and looked at their curled translucent wings, his voice seemed weak: "It's just that the state is relatively stable...Dr. It's very good, and there should be no need to worry about their condition until the end of last semester."

"Good news." Xiao Xiao pushed his glasses, buried his head in his notebook again, and added casually: "Since this is the case, it shouldn't be a big problem to let them participate in the Freshmen Hunting Competition as your helpers..."

"It's impossible." Zheng Qing subconsciously denied this idea.

"We don't intend to let them wear explosive charms or thunder curses to attack the crazy wild monsters, just as your helpers to check the environment." Dylan's voice came from the coffin: "Maybe they are very happy Do this..."

"It's impossible." Zheng Qing repeated his own point of view, forced a smile: "You all know how timid these green elves are, how can you expect them to be brave scouts in the murderous hunting ground?"

Xiao Xiao sighed lightly.

"You can't take care of them forever." He explained in an old-fashioned didactic tone: "And you can't deprive them of the meaning of being elves... If they don't do this, they don't do that, can't they Became a princess? I remember that you still want these little guys to get their real identities in the "Wizard Code", if they are of no help to this world, it is impossible to succeed..."

"Oh... oh," Zheng Qing got up and looked at the doctor in surprise: "Since when have you had such depraved thoughts? Is it true that only useful people have the meaning of existence? This is very unfriendly...very uncomfortable friendly."

"This time, I'm the clear brother." Xin Fatty raised the quill in his hand, and played the old tune: "Like those magicians in the North District of Beta Town...we can't use 'function' to kidnap 'meaning'."

Zheng Qing nodded in relief.

Xiao Xiao shrugged, adjusted his glasses, and did not continue speaking.

"Speaking of which, when do you plan to talk to me about Miss Su." Xin Fatty turned her head, looked at the public finance student who got out of the tent, and muttered habitually: "Almost a week has passed, next time soon The latest school newspaper is about to be published...can you bear to see my embarrassment because I can't hand in the manuscript?"

It's the eighth week weekend now, and it's been five days since Zheng Qing lost his shadow.

Although there are endless homework and hunting team exercises every day, as long as there is a little time, Xin Fatty will pester Zheng Qing and ask him about what happened at noon on Tuesday.

Zheng Qing has naturally been vague.

"You don't need to compete for the front page of every manuscript." He persuaded earnestly: "Besides, I really don't have anything to say..."

Fatty didn't seem to care.

"I remember, in the first class, you once told me that as long as I can help you block Li Meng, you can help me handle the 'Su Shijun's meeting'," reporter Xin Da squeezed his chin, as if thinking Si: "I always thought that you were talking in a panic... But now, it seems that there is a deeper meaning."

Zheng Qing thought for a long time before recalling this incident.

In the first spell class, after the identity of the public-funded student was exposed, Li Meng planned to chase and kill Zheng Qing after class—of course, her impulsive behavior was finally stopped by Jiang Yu and Xin Fatty.

The price Zheng Qing let Fatty do was to help him introduce Su Shijun.

It's just that Zheng Qing didn't even have a clear idea of ​​who Su Shijun was at the beginning, and that reason was purely a random excuse!

But obviously, Su Damei seems to have some inexplicable favor for the public-funded student-in the meeting, he clicked to answer the questions alone, and then called him to the laboratory the next day. Although Zheng Qing lost his shadow in the end, he had nothing to do with others Compared with other people, this is already very telling.

"...Moreover, I remember that you seem to have known that little fox girl named Su Ya a long time ago." Fatty recalled and said affirmatively.

This messy connection made the already messy situation even more complicated.

"I was really in a panic." Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, saying the fact that the other party didn't believe it at all.

"Hercule Poirot once had a famous saying: 'No matter what people say, they are either right or wrong, there can be no middle (gray)'," Xiao Xiao stood up holding the notebook, and read Glancing at the other wizards in the dormitory: "I always feel that this sentence is biased... Just like what our public finance student said just now, it is neither right nor wrong."

"What do you mean?" Xin Fatty was a little confused.

In fact, it wasn't just him, Zheng Qing also looked a little confused.

"It means that he said what he thought was the truth, but it was actually a lie." Xiao Xiao sighed, and pushed open the dormitory door: "That is to say, he doesn't know the truth...it's already one o'clock, you guys When are you going to leave?"

"One o'clock?" Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch and exclaimed.

"Immediately!" Fatty quickly jumped up from the bed and covered the fat cat nestled on his pillow with a quilt.

"I'll go too..." There was a sound of Dylan turning over in the coffin.

His tone was a little tired because of the jet lag, but his voice as he scratched the coffin boards was refreshing.