Why are the corners of my eyes filled with tears? It’s because I yawned too deeply.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, when Zheng Qing was woken up by the preset alarm clock, he squinted his eyes and yawned several times, and this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.
After struggling for a long time, he finally became cruel and escaped from his comfortable bed.
I'm sorry, it's not that I don't love you, and I don't want to make you sad again.
However, life is always so cruel.
Zheng Qing crawled out of his six-poster bed, stumbled to his desk, picked up a glass of water from a cold cup, and drank it down in one gulp. Finally, he felt much more energetic.
He turned his head and looked towards the balcony.
Outside the window, the sun has already set in the west, making the clouds hanging on the distant peaks crystal clear. The orange light passes through the transparent glass and falls on the desk, making it look very warm.
The fat cat squinted its eyes, folded its paws, and lay in this orange light, with the tip of its tail hooking up and down, looking particularly comfortable.
The elves collapsed on the fat cat's soft body, wrapped their bodies with transparent wings, and fell asleep soundly.
Zheng Qing held the water glass and smacked his lips.
The ancients said that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. This is true. Under the influence of that 'pig cat', these originally hard-working elves actually learned the skill of sleeping five times a day.
"The world is declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be..." He shook his head and sighed.【】
Xiao Xiao, who was immersed in his notebook next to him, made a 'bang' sound without even raising his head.
Zheng Qing ignored him.
Putting down the water glass, opening the drawer, and looking at the blue-black letter, Zheng Qing's silly smile reappeared on his lips.
"It's not over yet..." Fatty Xin was studying "Su Wen Xuan Ji Curse Style" at his desk - he had been chewing on this tome recently, planning to invent a prescription to get rid of the poison of Dawanhua - suddenly he heard
When there was no movement nearby, I raised my head and immediately saw Zheng Qing's familiar silly smile. I couldn't help but sigh.
"I think it's very possible that he was drugged with ecstasy." Xiao Xiao said this suddenly, holding his notebook.
Fatty Xin touched his bare chin and felt that this analysis made sense.
"The only question is," the fat man raised a question very cautiously: "Does an outstanding witch like Elena need to give this good-for-nothing boy ecstasy?"
Xiao Xiao was speechless and buried his head in his notebook again.
Zheng Qing raised his head proudly and sneered at the sour conversation between the two.
This is jealousy, he thought happily as he looked at the letter repeatedly.
Elena finally confirmed that she had time to attend tutoring on Sunday afternoon, which finally made him feel relieved.
On the one hand, before the final confirmation, he still could not believe that he could go on a date with the beautiful gypsy girl - in his heart, two people chatting alone together was considered a date.
On the other hand, if he had to help her tutor with patrol matters on his mind, Zheng Qing himself was not sure whether he could concentrate on it. Although he once forgot about this matter when facing Elena, but
It doesn't mean that he doesn't care about it.
On the contrary, it was because he needed to be fully prepared before patrolling that he took advantage of it and got up a few hours early to start various preparations.
Thinking of this, he let out a long yawn.
He didn't have a good rest last night, so the lunch break he just took could only be regarded as comfort. If it weren't for the important matter of night patrol, he probably could sleep until the weekend.
The weekend is tomorrow.
Once my mind drifts to tomorrow, all kinds of thoughts can no longer stop.
Help her with tutoring on Sunday afternoon. After tutoring, he can have dinner with her, and then the two of them go to the class's regular weekend meeting. Zheng Qing is dreaming sweetly while anticipating various conversations between the two, unaware of the passage of time.
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"If you don't want to cry when you see a fishman at night, then don't stand there and giggle all the time." Xiao Xiao finally couldn't help it, stretched out the long rod of the brush, and poked Zheng Qing hard.
"Ouch!" Zheng Qing exclaimed, glanced at Watermelon's head displeased, and put away the letter in frustration.
Life is always so cruel, and we never let people finish their sweet dreams.
After folding the letter and stuffing it deep in the drawer, Zheng Qing pulled out a light red slip from the corner of the drawer.
This is a punishment task notice issued by the school working committee. Not long ago, several young wizards who got into trouble went to the first administrative office of the school working committee to collect it.
Originally, according to the requirements on the notice, there was no fixed time for this type of punitive task. All you had to do was set aside one night a week to participate in the night patrol at Linzhong Lake from 1 am to 4 am.
But Zheng Qing thought about it privately and realized that this patrol time was really a big pitfall.
First of all, the class time from Monday to Friday needs to be excluded. If you don’t want to be deducted credits by the teacher in class the next day, you must not stay up all night the night before.
And Sunday night is not allowed, for the same reason. The night patrol time is from 1 to 4 in the morning. If you participate on Sunday night, you will most likely be asked to sneak up to the podium to interact with gorillas during Lao Yao's magic class on Monday.
Thinking of the fanged and scarred silverback gorilla, Zheng Qing decisively ruled out this option.
There are only two nights left to choose from: Friday and Saturday.
If the Friday afternoon class was not a practical class, then Zheng Qing would definitely choose Friday night.
But there are no ifs.
The practical class on Friday afternoon greatly consumed the energy of these young wizards. After Zheng Qing returned to the dormitory after dinner, he fell asleep. Although he had many nightmares during the period, the sleepy bugs always haunted him.
Among those who participated in the night punitive patrol were Zheng Qing and Lin Guo, a talented boy from Alpha Academy.
Because the two knew each other, Lin Guo also chose the same time as him in order to take more care of him.
There are fishmen, ghosts, fleeing beasts, and even traces of dragon beasts.
In any campus legend, the dangers at night will be highlighted.
Although Zheng Qing didn't really believe that there were so many monsters in the academy, since he might encounter danger, he naturally had to be fully prepared.
Dharma books, talismans, amulets.
After digging around in the gray bag for a long time and placing what he could on the table, Zheng Qing began to worry silently.
The Dharma Book is certainly an indispensable piece of equipment for a wizard.
But for Zheng Qing, the only spell copied in this brand-new Dharma book is 'Ge Zhi Tan Xi'. As a kind of binding magic, this spell has a very wide range of applications, from binding to spurring, and even
Defense, it is not an exaggeration to call it one.
But that's all.
This path cannot provide lighting, pathfinding, or healing, and it cannot help Zheng Qing communicate with other wizards.
This suddenly reduced its usefulness for midnight patrols.
Zheng Qing sighed and moved the Dharma book to the side.
I wouldn't just throw a bunch of canes at him when he sees the situation - that would look stupid.