Chapter 2529 Wood Flea

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Regarding the choice of 'eating grapes', Zheng Qing first read it in Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged": A plate of grapes contains good and bad grapes. Will you choose to eat the good ones first or the bad ones?

If you eat good ones, every grape you encounter in the future will become worse and worse; if you eat bad ones, every grape you encounter in the future will become better and better. This demonstrates the positive and negative attitude towards life.

But as he grew older and gained more knowledge, Zheng Qing gradually discovered that there are no good grapes or bad grapes in this world. The life of most people is only divided into "with grapes" and "without grapes".

People who don’t have grapes will grab them and eat them as soon as they see them, regardless of whether they are good or bad.

People who have grapes will always choose the freshest, fullest, most beautiful, or most distinctive grapes on the plate to eat. The other grapes, good or bad, will eventually become decorations on the table.

Fall into the trash can.

To use a very simple word to describe it, there are so many choices that it doesn’t matter whether you choose or not.

Like Wizards of the North End.

Before Elena became the Great Sage, a large number of magicians in the North District were willing to serve as experimental subjects for official wizards in order to learn a few crude tricks. For wizards like them who were born without "grapes", they could

Eating grapes is the greatest luck - even if those grapes are despised by traditional wizards and regarded as heretics - being able to enter the Fringe College and become a formal student of the First University is something they never dare to dream of.

On the contrary, those elite children from ancient wizarding families do not even need to care about the different characteristics of the several colleges of the First University, and can choose the college to study according to their own preferences.

But just like the anonymous person's statement in the last paragraph of the "Beta Town Post" report, the wizard who 'has grapes' would rather have the grapes on his plate spoiled than share them with the wizards who 'have no grapes'

.

It is difficult to say that this is a manifestation of the greedy or selfish nature of the 'people with grapes'.

Zheng Qing is more inclined to believe that this is the natural selection of wizards with different talents after a long game under the premise that the entire world's magic resources are limited, that is, resources should be provided to wizards with higher talents first.

“What does the Post mean when it says that fringe colleges have interests in the big four colleges?”

Zheng Qing thought of a certain sentence in the report just now, and couldn't help but read the newspaper twice more: "...can this kind of thing be said openly in a public report?"

"why not?"

Fatty Xin glanced at the young assistant coach strangely, flicked his finger slightly, and landed the quill lightly on the report, circling a few key words: "Beta Town was originally built on the basis of Alpha Fort, and it belongs to Alpha's private land.

But now the North District wizards have begun to use cheap patrols to provide security and patrol services to Beta Town. Do you think this erodes Alpha's interests? If you think the 'North District Wizards' belong to the North District of Beta Town and are not considered outsiders...

...So what do you think about the North District wizards promoting the 'Sage Faith' outside the North District? Those religious lunatics in Atlas have been able to endure it until now without causing trouble, and they probably were forcibly suppressed by the school."

"There are also private hunting matches."

Zhang Jixin snapped his fingers and added: "Originally, the private hunting games of First University, that is, the small hunting games held privately by the students, were basically monopolized by the Starry Sky Academy, but now it seems that the wizards of the North District have also

We plan to organize their hunting competition. The hunting ground will be in the Silent Forest, and we will unite the centaurs, tauren, and giant tribes... Starry Sky Academy is now very dissatisfied, and my brother's head is getting bigger because of this matter."

"Why is the private hunting competition monopolized by the Starry Sky Academy?" Zheng Qing suddenly remembered Jiang Huai, who studied ancient alchemy with him. He also invited himself to participate in the private hunting competition organized by the Starry Sky Hunting Team, and couldn't help but curiously asked.

"Why?"

The red-faced wizard's expression was slightly stagnant, as if he had never thought about this problem, but immediately he found several suitable reasons: "A hunting competition without the participation of starry sky people is not very enjoyable. This is probably the main reason.

...In addition, if a hunting team is organized at the same time, other colleges may have at most one-third of the students, or even fewer wizards, participate in the hunting team, while Starry Sky Academy students will not give up their quota even if they are lying in the campus hospital...

…When most of the contestants in private hunting matches are students from Starry Sky Academy, it’s a strange thing that they can’t take the lead!”

"After all, Jiuyou Academy still has fewer problems." Zheng Qing pinched the obsidian in his hand, feeling that it had turned into a cat shape today: "At least, there is no apparent conflict with the Edge Academy...

…”

"This is actually the worst-case scenario."

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, with an expression of disapproval on his face: "As the saying goes, 'What is lost in the east is harvested in mulberry trees', several other colleges have more obvious conflicts with marginal colleges, so when it comes to the allocation of magic resources within the First University,

When you do it, you will take advantage of it..."

hiss!

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and interrupted the doctor's analysis.

Several companions looked at him, with confusion and dissatisfaction in their eyes. But in the next second, all those dissatisfactions disappeared and turned into curiosity.

Because Zheng Qing, who was sitting in his seat, suddenly twisted his body in a very weird posture. One hand reached back and scratched randomly on his back, and the other hand firmly grasped the edge of the table. Veins popped up on the back of his hand, and his face

There was a constipated expression on his face, as if the yoga master of Bharat was doing some kind of difficult spiritual practice.

But the problem is, they are sitting in the classroom now, preparing for last Monday's Charms class.

And Zheng Qing doesn’t usually practice yoga.

"Is this cursed? Are you a fan of Congressman Su?" Fatty Xin took out his quill and notepad with great interest, as if planning to write a real-time report.

"No eye contact was found." Zhang Jixin had already stood up, sweeping the entire classroom, even the corridors and windows with his eyes, and at the same time began to fasten the buttons on the gloves one by one.

"There are no abnormal magic fluctuations." Xiao Xiao stared at the crystal ball in front of him and added.

call!

Zheng Qing took a long breath, and the ferocious look on his face suddenly disappeared, and he regained his composure: "It's not a curse, it's not necessarily an accident...it's this little thing causing trouble again!"

He opened his palm, and in his palm lay a wood flea that he had crushed to death.

"This little thing crawled out of nowhere and just got into my robe... It's so terrible." The young assistant teacher stretched his hand towards the aisle with a look of disgust, trying to throw away the body of the wood flea.

But Xiao Xiao stopped his move.

"Don't throw it away yet," the fortune teller of the Exoneration Hunting Team raised his eyebrows slightly: "My crystal ball just turned slightly red for a moment... It may be an illusion, but it is also possible that the insect is not that simple."


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