Zheng Qing has always felt that he was born with a flag: if he thinks something will definitely not happen, then it will most likely happen.
Later, he learned that this flag has a term called Murphy's Law.
On today’s journey, the effect of this law was fully demonstrated.
He thought that the school plane was extremely safe, but a banshee with scarlet eyes jumped out; he thought that the vast sea of people were just passers-by, but one after another his classmates appeared in front of him.
Zheng Qing closed his eyes hard and rubbed his forehead to relieve the throbbing pain in his head.
The sequelae of the headache have not completely dissipated, but the pain is within a controllable range. An old problem that has not occurred for more than ten years suddenly reappeared, casting another shadow on his originally gloomy mood.
He took out two yellow paper charms from the gray cloth bag and patted them on both sides of his temples.
The paper talisman slowly rose into smoke.
A cool feeling surged from his temples, soothing his tortured mind.
When they opened their eyes, a girl with a pointed chin holding a cobra was standing nervously in front of them.
It was she who interrupted the awkward atmosphere just now.
"Excuse me!" The girl bowed vigorously, her face flushed: "I accidentally overheard your conversation, so I couldn't help coming over to say hello. I am also a freshman in Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou College. Please
Please give me some advice!”
After speaking, she bowed again.
The cobra in her arms had its head drooped, half of its body was hanging on the mistress's neck, and it was spitting out its message weakly.
"Snake!" Li Meng screamed, jumped quickly, and hid behind several boys.
The pigeon Xiaobai also cooed and flapped its wings randomly, making Poseidon in Zheng Qing's arms restless.
"How old is she?" Zhang Jixin leaned into Zheng Qing's ear, quietly pointed back at Li Meng, and asked in a low voice.
"Twelve years old." Zheng Qing also lowered his voice: "Don't mention her age in front of her. She prefers others to call her a college student."
The red-faced boy curled his lips and nodded, with an expression of "I understand" on his face.
"The little dragon is very good and doesn't bite!" The girl with the pointed chin waved her hands nervously and handed the thick cobra in her arms to several people.
The small wounds on the cobra's cheeks were no longer visible. As if sensing the owner's intention to let it greet him, it raised its head, spat out bright red letters, stared at the dark eyes and hissed at several people.
This time, even Zheng Qing couldn't help but take a small step back.
Then he felt that it was a bit offensive to step back. So, he stared at the cobra, tried to take a step forward, returned to the original position, and comforted: "Excuse me, what do you call me? Is your pet okay?"
"My name is Liu Feifei, you can call me Feifei." The girl with a pointed chin happily hugged the cobra back into her arms: "It's just that the little dragon was seriously injured and will feel weak for a long time. I don't know if the school has suitable pets.
doctor."
The cobra's neck seemed to have suddenly lost all bones, and it collapsed in Liu Feifei's arms again, its tongue hanging out of its lips motionless.
This treacherous reptile was almost like a little fox. Zheng Qing couldn't help but curse.
"Why do you keep a snake?" Li Meng poked his head out from behind Zheng Qing and asked nervously: "For most wizards, this is not a very friendly partner."
"When I got it, it was still an egg. My great-grandmother told me that it was a dragon egg." Liu Feifei showed a frustrated expression and explained in a slow voice: "It turned out to be a little snake when it hatched. I think
It was too late when I changed it, and the little snake regarded me as its companion. Grandma said, this is fate, and asked me to take good care of it."
It's all fate. Zheng Qing thought silently, raised his head and looked around.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the restaurant gradually stabilized.
The black-robed wizard at the door greeted the freshmen who had survived the disaster to sign the roster. After signing, those who had signed could leave the restaurant and return to their seats in the cabin.
There was also a smiling flight attendant standing next to the roster, giving each new student who signed a small red gift box.
Xiao Xiao did not attend a small gathering of several classmates, but went straight to sign. However, he did not leave immediately after signing, but returned to a few people with the small paper box.
The small red cardboard box is bare, without any patterns, and the workmanship is a bit rough.
"What's inside?" Zheng Qing looked curiously.
"A piece of mint candy, a piece of dark chocolate, and a piece of meditation charm." Xiao Xiao picked up the piece of yellow paper charm with his fingertips, looked at the lines on it carefully, and shook his head: "They are just some small gifts of comfort, I guess.
They made it in a rush, and the cinnabar on the meditation amulet has not even dried out."
"The dining table at the door has resumed serving food. Do you need anything?" Zhang Jixin also returned after signing. He held a glass of water and poked the dining table not far away with his thumb: "Then
There are also free drinks, coffee, milk, ice water, everything.”
"I want to drink Green Bee!" Li Meng raised her legs and left.
"No alcoholic drinks." Zhang Jixin added hurriedly behind her.
Li Meng turned around in despair and went to sign at the door.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but laugh.
"Classmate, it is forbidden to use open flame talismans on special planes. If you have any special needs, you can ask our flight attendants." A flight attendant wearing a navy blue uniform walked up to Zheng Qing and advised gently.
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, pulled off the smoking talisman attached to his temple, crumpled it into a small ball, and threw it into the garbage bag carried by the flight attendant.
The cool feeling dissipated, and the severe headache came back.
He couldn't help but frown. He held his scalp tightly with his hands and rubbed it vigorously, trying to alleviate the sudden waves of pain.
"Did you get hit by evil spirit?" The flight attendant asked nervously: "There are no professional doctors on the plane. We need to arrange for you to seek medical treatment after landing. We only have some airsickness medicine."
"No, no, no, no need. It's just a little headache. It has nothing to do with that banshee." Zheng Qing pressed his temples and rubbed them gently, trying to make his expression more natural: "Do you have anything that is more refreshing and makes your mind feel more refreshed?
thing."
The flight attendant ran to the lounge to search, and finally found only a small box of cooling oil.
Zheng Qing smiled bitterly and took the small red round box.
Zhang Jixin watched him apply a layer of cooling oil on his temples and asked in surprise: "Are you really hit by the evil spirit? It doesn't matter! Few wizards nowadays have such a sensitive constitution as yours."
Zheng Qing's right hand froze, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "This is an old problem, not the monster!"
"It's okay," Xiao Xiao explained comfortingly: "It's very common for Bai Ding to faint instantly when he is hit by the demonic energy. We are not much better than Bai Ding. What's more, you are too close to the banshee, and some sequelae are unavoidable.
.”
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes. There was no interface, but he just expanded the massage range of his right hand to cover the entire cheek.