With less than two hours left before the start of the freshman competition, the hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team finally left dormitory 403 and set off to the gathering place provided by the hunting committee.
Of course, they did not forget to move Zheng Qing, who was sleeping soundly, onto a soft flying carpet.
The blanket was floating more than one meter above the ground. The blanket was made of fine wool and looked very comfortable - this made the young public-funded student's 'consciousness' feel a little satisfied.
"I borrowed this blanket from Balash Sasan," Fatty Xin proudly showed off his connections to his companions: "He is the ethics review committee member of the editorial board of the school newspaper. He studied at Atlas
In the second grade, I believe in Zoroastrianism... I remember you called this sect the Zoroastrian religion?"
"Zoroastrianism, that word is pronounced xian." Xiao Xiao glanced at the fat man silently and added: "You can also use Zoroastrianism and Manichaeism. For most people, they cannot distinguish the subtleties.
difference."
Lin Guo laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.
Xin obviously didn't like the doctor's suggestion, so he walked at the front of the team with a stinking face, dragging the flying carpet. Because of this, when he saw the divination professor standing under a sycamore tree on the boulevard,
When I arrived, I had to be the first to stop and bow to say hello.
"Professor, good afternoon." The fat man nodded his head laboriously.
"Oh? Oh, okay, okay." Professor Yi seemed to be in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize. He glanced at the young wizards with hazy eyes: "Are you going to watch the hunting competition? Yes, yes, we will do it today.
Had a great game..."
"Our hunting team participating in the competition." Zhang Jixin had to stand up and protect the reputation of his hunting team - even though their brand new hunting team had no reputation to speak of.
Professor Yi agreed vaguely and continued to circle around the deciduous sycamore tree next to him.
"What are you looking for, Professor?" Xiao Xiao was obviously very interested in Professor Yi's behavior.
"Inspiration." The professor stopped, stretched out a finger, tapped his temple, and whispered: "It's those voices ringing in your head. You need to find where they are hiding... As a fortune teller
, there is nothing more important than following your inspiration.”
"Then have you found it?" Lin Guo also asked curiously.
The professor did not answer directly, but lowered his head, frowned, and looked like he was thinking hard: "When I got up in the morning, the rooster that crowd told me that I would have unexpected gains in this place at this time.
…”
“An unexpected gain?”
"It might be the notebook I lost when I was in college, or it might just be a bouquet of lilacs, or a piece of blue cheese. Of course, it might also be a new pointer." Professor Yi murmured, guessing.
The young wizards shuddered in unison.
I don't know if it's because of the weird ingredient or the scary stick.
"In that case, we won't disturb you anymore." Zhang Jixin smiled dryly, pushing the floating carpet in front of him and carefully moving forward: "We still have to prepare for the pre-game inspection... You can continue, I won't disturb you anymore.
"
The others lined up in a row, silently following behind the main hunter, and slipped forward silently.
"Follow up...you can't be too far away from your body." Mr. Wu pushed Zheng Qing, who was meditating, and reminded: "Even the main consciousness can be easily blown away by the strong wind if it leaves the body too far. You still
Not a state of soul."
Zheng Qing woke up suddenly and drowsily followed the hunters who were excusing him. After wandering for a while, he suddenly came to his senses and turned to look at Mr. Wu.
"Can they not see you? Sir." He finally realized a very critical question: "Can't Professor Yi see you either?"
"A little trick," Mr. Wu withdrew his gaze from Professor Yi and looked at Zheng Qing with a smile: "It can always help you win when playing hide and seek... Well, you understand me as the same person you are now.
As long as the status is the same, it’s fine.”
"Is it also an out-of-body experience?" Zheng Qing muttered.
"To be precise, it's 'consciousness' out of the body." Mr. Wu corrected: "This is a more subtle state than the soul out of the body... I used this rhetoric before to make it easier for you to understand the meaning.
"
If consciousness had a nose, Zheng Qing would definitely not be able to help but touch his own nose now.
"Then how did you show up at the school? I remember that the campus guard formation can isolate everything that does not belong to the school, including souls, curses, etc. Consciousness also belongs to this category."
"If you are invited, you can naturally come in... Everyone knows this rule in the school." The gentleman floated lightly in front of Zheng Qing, with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "As a gentleman, there will always be a few
An old friend... Besides, it's the hunting moon now, so it's not that difficult to get an invitation letter from the school."
This explanation is reasonable.
Even the public-funded student who likes to think wildly did not think of any counter-examination.
Until arriving at Hunting Ground No. 1 and about to enter the small auditorium next to the hunting ground for pre-game inspection.
Mr. Wu's figure stopped drifting.
"Now that I know what happened, I won't continue nagging..." Mr. Wu stopped and said humorously: "The door was not locked when I came out, and no one was looking after the bookstore. Only the dead one was left.
How can a cat make people feel at ease...it would not look good if that cat drew a few whiskers on his face."
Zheng Qing thought of the scene in the store where the civet took advantage of his husband's absence and secretly took dried fish from the cupboard to eat. He couldn't help but smile, and then stopped laughing.
"Are you leaving now?" Although he knew that his husband would leave, Zheng Qing felt a sense of reluctance in his heart.
In the two months since he entered the school, although he acted nonchalantly, he has been feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was fear, longing, or some other feeling.
"Let's go." Mr. Wu nodded, glanced up at the ceiling of the small auditorium, and added: "Although things happened a bit hastily, it is not a bad thing after all, and it should not have much impact..."
The sounds from behind became lower and lower, until they were inaudible.
"What?" Zheng Qing listened as the words behind him became increasingly blurry, and couldn't help but ask: "What's the impact?"
Mr. Wu stopped talking, paused for a few seconds, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the ceiling of the small auditorium.
"It's time for you to go in." He finally said: "There are some uninvited guests here. You'd better return to your body quickly and find a way to inform the professors at the school... If things can't be done, then think about how to protect yourself.
My little life. Remember, no matter what situation you encounter, living is the most important thing."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pushed.
Before Zheng Qing had time to ask what kind of uninvited guest he was, he felt his feet slip and he fell into a dark, bottomless abyss on one side.
When he opened his eyes again, the pre-match inspection had already begun for a few minutes.
The few wisps of fragrance that Irina brought when she just approached was like a stimulant, causing him to quickly recall the words of his teacher before.
He was leaning on the flying carpet, squinting slightly.
Apart from the concerned gazes of his friends, the only things that caught his eye were the dark and hollow ceiling above his head, the group of small light groups flying around like a swarm of light bugs, and the puppet hidden in the light group.
…
puppet?
Zheng Qing blinked hard.
As if feeling his gaze, in the light ball, the originally motionless puppet suddenly opened its mouth and pulled out a big, malicious smile.
"It's dangerous!" The young public-funded student struggled and tried to stand up.
"Snapped!"
All the lights in the small auditorium were extinguished in an instant.
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