One hundred and seventeenth blue-green eyes and Zheng Qing's last bet
"This is where you fill in the team of your choice."
"Here, check a few times, including your guess on the length of the hunting game, your guess on the prey's escape time, and the time you filled in the lottery... Each time has a different weight in the final calculation formula, so try your best
Choose carefully."
"Finally, there's this," Half-face turned over the parchment in Zheng Qing's hand, pointed to a blank space on the back, and prompted: "Here, fill in your bet... Well, you just gave it to me.
Five silver horns, eighteen copper coins, do you plan to invest only this much?"
Zheng Qing glanced at other people's bets.
Zhang Jixin, worthy of being a member of a noble family, threw out five jade coins easily; Fatty Xin was a little more cautious, but also wrote two jade coins; even Dr. Xiao, who was usually shabby, filled in five gold beans.
"Ahem," the young public-funded student's ears felt a little hot. He coughed softly twice and said subconsciously: "I didn't bring much cash with me today..."
"Anything is allowed, there is no limit on money." He added with a smile on his face.
"Anything is okay?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, a little curious: "Does it not matter what the bet is? Are you still collecting souls here, hahaha..."
As if he felt that his idea was a bit exaggerated, the young wizard couldn't help laughing.
Half Face didn't seem to find Zheng Qing's statement funny.
He tilted his head and wrinkled his chin slightly, as if he was struggling with something.
After the public-funded student's laughter stopped, the conscientious businessman raised three fingers and said slowly: "First of all, it's the winnings, not the bet... You must remember this, we don't gamble."
Zheng Qing looked at him with a smile and nodded repeatedly.
Taboos and beautifications are understandable. Just like Taoist priests call their saliva 'Yujin' and 'Liquan', and their noses as 'Lu' and 'Zhongyue'; monks call Bainai clothes 'merit clothes' and 'cassocks'; Confucian scholars
People call Confucius's casual chats "faithful sayings" - in short, you can say it however you like.
"Secondly, the Wandering Wizard does not restrict whether these contracts can be filled with 'souls.'" Half-face said to Zheng Qing very sincerely: "So, theoretically, you can press your own soul into it... But based on "The Wizard"
Considering the Code, I suggest you not to fill in this kind of bonus casually, as it can easily cause trouble for everyone..."
Zheng Qing looked at half of his face in horror, but found that there didn't seem to be any joking in his tone.
"Finally, the wandering wizard once said that he can accept any form of bonus. He swears in the name of Satan. Emperors, emperors and queens will learn from the truth." As if to enhance the persuasiveness of the words, half of his face lowered his head slightly,
He tugged on his hood to show his solemnity.
"It's really magical." The young public-funded student murmured in a low voice, rummaging around in the gray cloth bag. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he looked up at the 'half face': "Can I apply for three credits?"
"Ho!" Half of his face raised his head in surprise.
Zheng Qing inadvertently caught a glimpse of a pair of blue-green eyes, like those of a Persian cat that had become a spirit.
These were a pair of eyes that seemed familiar to him.
Soon, he dug out the impression from his memory.
That was after he turned into a cat for the first time and slipped out of the dormitory from the balcony. He once saw these guys in the hazelnut tree downstairs. At that time, he was being provoked by a two-tailed squirrel and stood there.
Several young wizards under the tree were enthusiastically betting on who would win between the black cat and the squirrel, amidst the shouts of 'Persian Eyes'.
All I can say is that he is worthy of being a professional, Zheng Qing complained silently in his heart.
"Credits? Do you know what credits mean?" He pressed the heavy notebook with half his face and emphasized.
This question is too naive.
Zheng Qing held the student card between his fingers and waved it in front of half of his face.
On the card, the bright red number thirty-three looks very dazzling in the sun.
This is all the credits Zheng Qing accumulated after entering the school for more than a month.
Having been in school for so long, the importance of credits has become very clear to freshmen.
One credit can be exchanged for one jade coin - if it is on the black market, the exchange rate may be higher; for ten credits, most of the public facilities in the First University will be open to these young wizards; if you save one hundred
Credits, then these fresh-faced freshmen can smoothly advance to sophomore year without the risk of repeating a grade.
In addition, the intangible glory, respect and convenience brought by high credits can be seen everywhere in the school. For example, if you have questions about magic learning, you can make an appointment with the professor first, and the advanced magic books in Shushan Hall will also be open to the public.
, even free herbs in the laboratory, free alchemy supplies, wizards with high credits also have higher proportions.
Various benefits make all students attach great importance to credits.
Zheng Qing won many awards from professors for his outstanding performance in the Talisman class and the Magic Text class; plus the ten credits he redeemed from Lao Yao with hundreds of invitations at the beginning of the semester, and the night at Linzhong Lake.
Patrol, especially for his performance in the 'Sand Toki Incident', also received many awards - in general, although he has been enrolled for less than two months, Zheng Qing has already earned what most students would need half a semester to earn.
of credits.
According to Xiao Xiao's calculations, if Zheng Qing maintains this momentum, then at the end of the term, Zheng Qing is likely to occupy an eye-catching position on the first-year credit list by virtue of his advantage in credits.
However, compared to most other freshmen, credits are always a scarce resource.
Every credit is extremely important.
Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why "Half-face" is surprised that a publicly funded student uses three credits as a bonus.
"There are very few freshmen who have such a bet like you." Half of his face tugged on his hood, the strange pupils disappeared, and half of his chin was left again. He flipped through the notebook in his hand with great interest and nodded repeatedly: "Freshman
Freshmen are all trying their best to accumulate credits, lest they fail the final exam and be forced to repeat the grade... Very few people use their credits as a bet like you."
Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to the nagging emotions of 'Half Face'.
He held his breath and listened very carefully to the sound of 'Blue-Green Eyes'.
"Sure enough...I just said this voice sounded a bit familiar." The public-funded student murmured, nodded, and talked to himself.
"What?" Half of the face was keenly aware of his unfinished intentions and looked at him in surprise: "My voice? Do you know me?"
"No, I don't know him at all." Zheng Qing shook his head decisively, rejecting the 'half-face' guess.
He was determined not to let strangers know that he could turn into a cat.
After a pause, the public-funded student forcefully explained: "I just said that the sound in the morning glory is a bit familiar..."
In the morning glory, the narrator's voice was playing in the background music of "Going to the Hunting Ground", impassionedly describing the glorious achievements of every hunting team in that small world, and occasionally focusing on the tactics and magic used by those hunting teams now.
What are the characteristics.
Half of his face glanced at the morning glory with suspicion, and finally shook his head, raised the peacock feather quill, and said: "Then, Jiuyou College, Zheng Qing, the final reward is three credits and five silver horns.
Eighteen coppers...any more?"
Zheng Qing shook his head.
"Although the prize money is not much, it is very interesting...Finally, I wish you good luck."
After saying that, he tilted his head with half of his face, tugged on the brim of his hat to the other Jiuyou Academy wizards who were chatting quietly next to him, turned around and left, disappearing into the bustling crowd in the blink of an eye.