At six o'clock on Friday morning, Zheng Qing woke up from a chaotic dream.
In the dream, a huge purple spider crawled into the dark dormitory. A row of white spindles of different sizes hung from the ceiling of the dormitory. The spider waved its sharp forelimbs and tore open the spindles made of spider webs, revealing dormitory 403.
All members were rotting, moldy green corpses.
Among them were young wizards such as Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao, as well as the elves he raised, and the fat cat - it had a half-eaten chicken leg in its mouth, covered with mottled mold.
"Kaka!"
There was a small but dense collision sound between the spider's joints, which soon converged into a strange-sounding sentence: "... What a row of beautiful fruits... It's a pity that they are not in my orchard."
The night wind followed the spiders crawling through the cracks in the window and blew into the dormitory. The young public-funded student felt that the torn spider silk fragments were flying up and blocking his nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He struggled hard and cried out in his heart for help.
When he propped himself up on his elbows and got up from the bed with cold sweat all over his body, the last thing that flashed through his mind was this strange thought: 'I'm already dead, why do I still feel out of breath?'
A hand touched his forehead, it was cold and slender, like a spider's claws, and the young public-funded student screamed in fright.
"Having a nightmare?"
Xiao Xiao's familiar voice sounded, and he seemed very positive: "I still have a few servings of Requiem and Calm Decoction here. Do you want to drink some before doing morning classes?"
Ever since Zhang Jixin had a nightmare after the first trial, the Exoneration Hunters had carefully prepared many protective measures, including nightmare dolls under the pillow, requiem soup after waking up, etc.
It's just that the games in the next few days were uneventful, so these measures seemed a bit unnecessary.
Zheng Qing took a while to recover.
"no thank you."
He refused vaguely and tried to recall the previous dream, feeling a little unsure: "...it shouldn't be considered a nightmare...although it's a bit scary...should we start morning classes today?"
Because of the midnight game, Zheng Qing has not gotten up early to do morning classes for almost a week - he insisted on doing a morning class after the first trial last Sunday, which caused him to be in a bad mental state throughout the day, which actually affected the evening.
Competition - but like most good habits after they are broken, it is always difficult to pick them up again.
Just like now, the wizard felt that he should take another day off.
"You decide."
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and glanced at the young public-funded student. He had already put on his robe and was waxing the bamboo slips. At the same time, he made an interesting analogy: "But I must remind you that hard work is like accumulation."
Just like snow, it can accumulate into icebergs as high as the sky, but it can also be so fragile that it can form a big hole if you urinate in it..."
Zheng Qing took the hot towel handed by the elf and wiped his face. He suddenly felt much more energetic.
He decided not to let the piss in his life sink him.
Turns out he wasn't the only one who was lazy this morning.
Perhaps because last night was the last game of the trials, there were more people watching the game and participating in the post-game activities, so everyone got up a little late the next day. There were only a few people in Feiyuan doing morning classes, and there were only a few diners in the canteen.
After a while, even after entering the teaching building, every classroom passing by had lost its previous noise and became much quieter than usual.
When Zheng Qing took off his invisibility charm, opened the door and walked into classroom 503 East, almost everyone was sitting in their seats, chatting with each other and being interrupted by yawns from time to time.
The simple figure behind the door was submerged in thick chalk dust. It was unknown whose masterpiece it was. Zheng Qing guessed that someone might have thought it was too noisy, so he took action.
After noticing the identity of the person who entered the door, the sparse conversation in the classroom came to an abrupt end.
Zheng Qing's eyes swept over everyone - Jiang Yu was preparing for her lessons as always, Li Meng squinted and drool almost fell to her chest, Matthew's face was hidden in the shadow of the wide curtains, Nicholas carefully helped Liu Feifei comb her hair, and
There was Downton, who was standing up and waving his arm vigorously at the young public-funded student.
"Brother Qing, good morning!"
The squad leader of Astronomy Class 08-1 greeted happily: "I heard that you used the second-order battle formation in the hunting ground yesterday? It's really amazing! In the afternoon practical class, can you guide the classmates on the deployment of the second-order battle formation?
The key? I can submit an application to the school for what consumables I need, and I’m sure it will be approved.”
He patted his chest hard.
Zheng Qing has no doubts about this. Moreover, he thinks it is a good thing to be able to consolidate the magic he has mastered in class and help everyone learn together.
"No problem at all."
The young public-funded student agreed wholeheartedly, but his eyes subconsciously fell on Jiang Yu, wondering why she didn't discuss this matter in advance: "...for consumables, I might need some Bofu's essence and blood."
Downton grabbed the quill and quickly wrote it down on a piece of parchment. Then he kneaded it and made a small paper crane and threw it out of the window. The paper crane fell down for a long distance before barely flapping its wings.
He fluttered and flew towards the direction of the office building.
"Of course, the school will definitely give you some credit subsidies as rewards." At this point, Downton glanced at Jiang Yu and added: "...In addition, Jiang Yu has already submitted relevant application materials.
, if the guidance goes well, there may be more than one class for us in the future.”
The witch finally raised her head, glanced at the boy, and nodded slightly.
When their eyes met, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that she had not communicated with her beforehand because she knew that she would definitely agree to this matter. This thought made the boy feel a little better today, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised.
When passing by Li Meng's desk, he knocked on the table nervously.
Boom!
The little witch was excited, her head suddenly raised, and she was babbling some unknown sentences, as if she was carefully reading the textbook in front of her.
Zheng Qing said sarcastically: "Don't read in a hurry. Wipe the saliva on your face first...the saliva will flow all over the textbook. Didn't you see that the two wizards doing experiments in the book have already hid in the corner?"
"
Li Meng glared at him fiercely, his eyes clearly saying 'I want you to take care of it'!
A handkerchief reached over from the side, Jiang Yu wiped the drool on the little witch's face, and warned: "If you are sleepy, go wash your face, or stand for a while and listen to the class... Children should not drink too much energy.
Magic potion.”
"Oh." The little witch agreed obediently: "I never drink those weird things!"
Listening to the conversation behind him, Zheng Qing smiled and greeted his classmates (after nearly a week of adjustment, the classmates finally lost their enthusiasm on the first day) while strolling to a familiar corner.