September 1st, the second day of the eighth lunar month.
It is appropriate to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings.
Avoid, consecrate.
Zheng Qing was lying on the bed, yawning, lazily counting with his fingers under the quilt.
Not a good day to start school.
He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.
Today is Monday.
There is a spells class in the morning.
This will be the first class of my college career.
It's really exciting.
Perhaps the excitement from yesterday had not dissipated, so Zheng Qing had a very restless sleep at night. He was awakened once by a nightmare in the middle of the night, but he quickly fell back asleep.
Taking a long breath out of the turbid air trapped in his chest, he opened his eyes.
The bedroom is very quiet.
The sky was only slightly bright, and through the glass of the balcony, the faint morning chirping of birds could be heard outside the window.
Zheng Qing climbed out of bed gently.
On the big desk in the center of the dormitory, there are also cardboard boxes of the elves.
He carefully lifted the fine fleece blanket covering the carton.
In the box, the little ones were still sleeping soundly.
Zheng Qing frowned, feeling that things were a little tricky.
Maybe I should ask the professor after class today and ask how to save the traumatized elf.
Now, there's really nothing he can do.
Zheng Qing sighed and covered the carton with the blanket again.
The fat cat sitting on the windowsill shook its ears, opened its mouth and let out a big yawn, then buried its head deeper into its front paws.
Next to him, Fatty Xin was snoring slightly from his bed. Zheng Qing noticed that a section of his quilt had fallen to the ground, so he chuckled and helped Fatty tuck him back into the bed.
Dylan's bed was quite quiet.
I don’t know if it’s because the coffin blocks out the snoring, or because he doesn’t snore while sleeping.
Zheng Qing's eyes quickly slid past the edge of the tightly closed heavy tent.
He didn't want to be exposed to bad luck early in the morning.
After washing, Zheng Qing came to the balcony and planned to do morning classes.
He habitually took out a handful of hamster food from the gray bag and prepared to sprinkle it on the balcony window.
Then he stood there stunned.
Smile bitterly.
I'm so used to doing morning lessons with that fat hamster.
I don’t know if anyone will feed it after I leave home.
Zheng Qing closed his eyes in nostalgia and moved his hands and feet a little. Zheng Qing couldn't help but frown.
The balcony of the dormitory is a bit narrow and cannot be extended.
"If you want to do morning exercises, you'd better go downstairs." Xiao Xiao's low and faint voice floated over: "The dormitory is not a suitable place."
Looking back, Xiao Xiao had already changed into a dark red training uniform and was tightening his belt.
Zheng Qing quickly slipped back to the dormitory to change clothes.
Before going out, he hesitated, pointed at Xiao Xiao, Fatty Xin, who was still sleeping soundly, and Dylan, who was silently sleeping. He opened his mouth and asked silently: "Where are they?"
Xiao Xiao didn't say anything, but dragged him out of the dormitory.
"Do you think werewolves prefer daytime, or vampires prefer daytime?"
Zheng Qing thought of werewolves on moonlit nights and vampires in the dark, and shook his head.
"So, don't use the concept of a day walker to observe a night walker." Xiao Xiao grabbed his wide glasses in his hand and was wondering whether to stuff them into his school bag.
"Then how does he go to class?"
"Just because they don't like daytime doesn't mean they can't go out during the day. Especially here is the First University. There are many doors and many corridors on the campus."
"That's it. What about Xin?"
"That fat guy doesn't look like a creature that does early work." Xiao Xiao finally put on the wide glasses, hugged the black notebook in his arms, and sighed: "Besides, the blue giant is not you.
I am a scholar. We can only draw strength from books. They only need to guide their talents and develop the ability of their bloodline."
Thinking of Fatty Xin snoring in bed, Zheng Qingdun felt that life was unfair.
There were not many students on campus in the early morning.
On the playground, Zheng Qing observed carefully that students with yellow faces were the majority. There were only a few students with white and black skin, and their majors could be easily judged from their thick bodies.
"They are all fighting madmen."
Seeing a dark-skinned, bald man practicing boxing while wearing heavy shackles, Zheng Qing shook his head repeatedly.
"Zhizhi~" A white figure emerged from nowhere and circled around Zheng Qing excitedly.
"Poseidon?" Zheng Qing shouted in surprise. He picked up the fox's top pattern, grabbed it in his arms, and rubbed it fiercely: "Hey! You bastard!"
"It's almost dawn! Are you here to walk the dog?" Xiao Xiao squinted and snorted sourly.
His old turtle still doesn't know where it is.
"This is a fox." Zheng Qing stroked Poseidon's big tail and corrected him.
Then he threw the little fox with his eyes rolled on the ground, looked at the sky with just a hint of dawn, turned to the side and started practicing boxing.
There are thousands of ways to lay a foundation in the world.
Zheng Qing's foundational method was the guidance technique taught to him by his husband when he was a child.
This set of movements is somewhat like a boxing technique, but it is not coherent. Although each posture and each move is not rigid, it does not give people the feeling of smoothness and smoothness.
Zheng Qing also asked his husband the name of this guidance technique.
The husband answered very succinctly: "No boxing."
What does not boxing mean? Does it mean that the boxing method is not ancient enough? Or the boxing method is not grand enough? Or the boxing method is not a boxing method? Zheng Qing has never understood it very well. He only thinks that this set of boxing is just like Mr., mysterious and unpredictable.
After several movements, Zheng Qing gradually felt that the dormant power deep in his body was gradually waking up, becoming active, and flowing along the meridians and blood vessels.
In just a moment, he felt that his whole body was enveloped in a warm heat. Soon he was immersed in it, not listening, not asking, not thinking, just letting the flow come naturally and walking naturally.
Not far away, Poseidon was also standing like a decent man, with his back and waist bent, his claws wagging his tail, scratching here and there, and doing various unknown movements.
Its pink nose wrinkled from time to time in the cool air, looking serious.
Xiao Xiao sat on the bluestone under the tree, facing the rising sun and breathing quietly.
The old tortoise with ocher-yellow tortoise shells crawled up to him at some point, sticking its head out and half-opening its eyes, motionless, just like the stubborn rock under him.
A little further.
On the broad lawn, under the thick trees, beside the quiet silver lake.
Groups of students gathered together, taking advantage of the vitality to quietly and enthusiastically do their morning exercises.
Gradually, the sky gets brighter and brighter.
The crimson sun is struggling hard on the horizon, only a little short of jumping out of its shackles.
Zheng Qing seemed to feel something. He turned around to face the rising sun. He calmly focused his mind, closed his fists slightly, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and spoke a long word "duh" with a clear sound on his tongue.
At the same time, Xiao Xiao under the tree opened his eyes wide, puffed up his chest, and let out a clear whistle from his throat.
The other students doing morning classes all around also exhaled and made their voices heard.
For a time, the surrounding clear sounds, accents, and various exhalations echoed each other, shaking the early morning campus, resounding through the sky, and shocking the surrounding clouds.
The steaming heat is rolling, displaying its vigor and vitality wantonly.
In the distance, on the top of the mountain, under the tower.
Several professors in black robes were gathering around and talking.
Hearing the shouts that shook the surroundings, they couldn't help laughing.
"Drink the mist of the sunrise in the morning, and dine on the beauty of the moonlight in the evening." A thin and lanky old professor twirled his short snowflake beard and pointed with a smile: "They work so hard, but they are worthy of our hard work.
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"Young and energetic." Another short, fat old man shook his head and sighed.
"But I don't know whether it is youth that brings youth, or it is youth that brings youth." The last tall old man seemed to be feeling something and shouted.
This chapter has been completed!