This small street looks like a giant dragon that has just awakened on Jinshan Mountain, lazily stretching its body. Colorful gems slip from its body, flashing with charming brilliance.
Zheng Qing sipped the milk tea in the paper cup, carefully avoiding every pearl.
He didn't like the slimy texture of these things.
The other freshmen were lying weakly on the bar, waiting for their freshman advisor to return.
Nicholas queued up for them at a restaurant not far away to receive dining numbers.
It is said that that restaurant offers the most cost-effective buffet in Beta Town, and the seats are always very tight.
"Don't worry! I know the restaurant manager very well and will help you figure it out."
Before the freshman left with confidence, he bought each of the new students a cup of milk tea.
Ding bell, clang.
Ta da, da da.
The crisp sound of copper bells mixed with the sound of hooves hitting the stone slabs echoed in the streets.
Zheng Qing raised his head.
A big black sheep with horns, dragging a four-wheeled wooden cart, was walking leisurely on the street.
Sitting in the car was a little boy with a mushroom head.
Turning the corner, there is a small open space.
The boy clapped his hands.
The big black plate-horned sheep stopped steadily and turned to look at the boy.
The boy jumped out of the car and gently stroked the black sheep's back.
"That stinky boy came to drink my milk tea again." The uncle of the milk tea shop laughed and scolded, took out a large paper cup from behind the bar, and began to make milk tea.
"Who is he?" Zheng Qing asked with great interest.
"Ling Guo, the youngest enrollee of First University in the past century." The uncle of the milk tea shop raised his head proudly: "He is also the pride of the entire Beta Town."
Xiao Xiao, who banged his head on his notebook next to him, suddenly raised his head and turned around hard to look.
Zheng Qing glanced at his neck worriedly.
On his cheek, the deep red mark pressed out from the edge of the notebook was very conspicuous.
"Is he Lin Guo?" Xiao Xiao opened his notebook and asked hurriedly.
"You don't know him?" Zheng Qing was a little surprised. He remembered that Xiao Xiao once introduced him to the youngest enrollee of First University on the special plane.
"I just know." Xiao Xiao rubbed his face, and the dark red marks on his cheeks quickly faded.
street corner.
The boy took off the saddle from the black sheep's back and raised the canopy of the four-wheeled cart.
A five-story simple bookcase appeared in the cold wind on the streets of Beta Town.
He lifted a brown leather four-legged stool from the car and placed it in front of the bookcase.
Then he sat upright with his knees upright and his back straight.
"What is he doing?" Zheng Qing was a little curious.
"Setting up a stall - obvious." Xiao Xiao looked down upon him.
"Has he been setting up the stall for a long time?" Zheng Qing looked at the milk tea shop owner and ignored Xiao Xiao's sarcasm.
"It's been on and off for a few years."
"So long! How old is he?"
"Ten years old? Eleven years old at most." The boss nodded affirmatively.
Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao suspiciously. He still remembered that the watermelon-headed boy mentioned during his introduction in the morning that there were two twelve-year-old entrants this year, one was Li Meng and the other was Lin Guo.
"Different calendars have different calculation calibers. Eleven years old means twelve years old." Xiao Xiao analyzed very seriously.
"Where is his family?"
The owner of the milk tea shop stopped what he was doing and sighed deeply:
"His family used to have a Lin's shop in Beta Town, which sold alchemy items. The old shop has been in the town for some years."
"Three years ago, a fierce fire demon escaped into Beta Town and burned down more than a dozen stores along the way. Lin's store was also destroyed at that time. The decades-old store was destroyed by fire, leaving only ruins."
"His family was buried in the flames. Early the next morning, the wizards who had been busy all night saw Lin Guo singing in the ruins shrouded in morning mist."
"Singing?" A freshman next to him couldn't help shouting in a low voice.
"Yes, singing "Happy Little Frog" was very popular at that time." The owner of the milk tea shop held the bar and looked at the little boy not far away, his eyes full of confusion:
"He was sitting neatly on that stroller, ringing the bell on the stroller, and singing songs over and over again. The tired wizards almost thought he was an evil spirit."
Zheng Qing looked at the thin figure in silence, ringing the bell and sitting quietly on the street.
Thinking of that sad morning three years ago and that nursery rhyme that broke through the morning fog, a sourness welled up in my heart.
"Where does he live now?"
"The school arranged a dormitory for him. Don't underestimate him. He is the youngest enrollee of the First University in three hundred years. He has a high talent in alchemy and is a real genius. It is said that the flower of the school two years ago
His name appeared on the roster, but the principal said that Lin Guo was too young, so it was delayed for two years. In the past two years, the school provided him with food, clothing, housing and transportation, and helped him study various basic subjects. It seems that this year he will officially
Enrollment."
"Two years ago..." Zheng Qing's heart was overwhelmed by an even greater sourness.
A freshman who is less than ten years old is still in the same class as me.
It’s a reality that is more despairing than despair.
"What does he usually sell?" asked a freshman next to him.
"Old textbooks and exercise books discarded by senior students; leftover potions and talismans made by students; some talisman papers, talisman pens, cinnabar, and herbal medicines. Gossips and rumors in the school; some students' private commissions, and promises made by school administrators
Recruitment plan, etc. His minivan is very famous in First University, and girls are happy to leave these things to him." The owner of the milk tea shop smiled and looked at these freshmen: "He is very popular with girls.
.”
“So colorful!”
"so amazing!"
The newlyweds laughed and looked at the little boy not far away, praising him endlessly.
"Excuse me, help pass the milk tea to that kid." The uncle of the milk tea shop patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder, pushed a fragrant drink from behind the bar, and pointed to the child who set up a stall on the street.
The paper cup is a bit hot.
Zheng Qing held the bottom of the cup and trotted all the way to the boy's sheep cart.
The boy was sitting in an upright posture, with a heavy book spread out on his knees.
Zheng Qing glanced at the small characters in the center of the header.
"Principles of Alchemy·Third Year in College"
His hands shook and he almost dropped the paper cup to the ground.
The boy looked up at Zheng Qing. His eyebrows were light and his eyes were dark and clear.
"Hello, this is given to you by the owner of the milk tea shop." Zheng Qing held the paper cup and handed it to the boy, while reminding: "Be careful of burning your hands."
The boy closed the thick book on his knees and placed it on the small stool. He stood up, bowed slightly, took the milk tea, and placed it on the shelf next to the bookcase.
"Please help me look at the stall." The boy pursed his lips and explained a little shyly: "I want to go and say thank you to the uncle of the milk tea shop."
"No trouble, no trouble." Zheng Qing waved his hands repeatedly.
Lin Guo arranged her clothes meticulously, pulled the strap on her shoulders, and walked towards the milk tea shop.
Zheng Qing noticed that he was carrying a blue backpack.
There is a Mickey Mouse on the school bag stretching its neck to explore the aroma of milk tea.
"This is not for you to drink." Zheng Qing found it interesting and moved the milk tea farther away.
The image of Mickey Mouse was jumping up and down on the schoolbag angrily, grinning.
Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.
The pan-horned black sheep pulling the cart squirmed its cheeks and turned to look at him.