Hunting College Chapter 214

There is no absolute thing in the world.

For example, the relationship between good and bad.

The ancients once used the phrase 'blessings come and misfortunes fall, and misfortunes depend on' this sentence very concisely summed up the relationship between them-who knows the extreme: there is no right. Right recovery is strange, good recovery is demon. People's fascination lasts for a long time.

Another example is the brave and the coward.

Dare to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood is a warrior. People who dare not face the bleak life, but can still force themselves to face the blood dripping, are also warriors.

This world has never been worried about making some very malicious jokes with you.

It's like when you raise your head to watch the sky at night to see if the crape myrtle is fading, the bladder of the dozing sparrow on the branch loosens, and a puff of digestive material falls, which happens to hit your face.

Certain things will always happen to you when you are completely unprepared.

Just like now.

The astronomy class has been in half the time. It happened that Zheng Qing had just finished writing a magic essay, just when he was full of ambition, and when he looked up, Elena appeared at the door of the classroom.

Not a little preparedness and no trace of worry.

You just appeared, in my world.

It was almost thunderous!

Does it make people want to wrestle pens?

Zheng Qing held his old Zihao, his face turned pale and red, and he stayed in place for a while.

"Look at it," Xiao Xiao patted his shoulder comfortingly, and whispered: "If this is destined, then don't persuade, just go!"

More and more people found the uninvited guests at the door of the classroom.

The originally quiet atmosphere in the classroom began to be a little turbulent, and everyone's eyes wandered between the door and the two figures in the back row involuntarily.

They were all students in the same class. In the morning, Zheng Qing had just deducted a credit for the Gypsy Witch. A few hours have passed, and many people still remember it.

"Oh, poor child." Fatty Xin turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing, with a gleeful smile on his face: "If you don't mind, I can block you with my tall figure..."

Irina was holding the handouts of the astronomy class, with big red wavy hair tied slantingly around her shoulders, standing quietly at the door without making a sound.

It wasn't until Professor Emma walked in front of her that the young witch bent over briskly.

"Hello teacher!" She salutes Professor Emma in a good manner.

"Is everything done?" The professor looked at her gently and nodded: "There is still half a class time. You can look at Chapter 2 of the handout and try if you can complete the magic text... the exam papers these days. I will arrange for Jiang Yu to re-issue a copy for you and return it before Friday."

Irina was stunned, then smiled sweetly and nodded in agreement.

"Professor!" Xiao Xiao shouted suddenly, "Zheng Qing's magic text has become a fireball after writing it!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on the seats of a few boys in the back of the classroom.

Jelena is no exception.

Zheng Qing's already tight heart seemed to be severely pinched by a pair of big hands. After twisting it a few times, he felt dizzy for a while.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to stare at the stars.

Tiny, golden spots of light, like a string of bubbles, floated quickly from the corner of the eye.

Very beautiful, and very bad.

He blinked vigorously, focused his gaze on the slowly rotating fireball in mid-air, and tried to tell himself that everything was an illusion.

However, those beautiful eyes in the distance seemed to have some magic power, telling him very clearly that she was looking at him.

"I really want to kill you." He gritted his teeth.

Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and moved to the edge of the desk silently, as if he hadn't heard Zheng Qing's threat.

"good, very good!"

Professor Emma didn't know what kind of magic he had used, and in an instant he walked from the door of the classroom to the back of the boys' desk, with a kind face and a smile, and praised with a voice that made everyone creepy:

"Very awesome...very successful work!"

Her palm was over the ball of fire, and her stubby fingers shook rapidly in the air, as if fiddled with an invisible string.

The fire gradually extinguished, revealing a small ball of paper dust.

Many small scarlet symbols flowed from the cracked spherical surface, like chains, locked on it in a strange order.

Professor Emma held the small gray ball imaginarily and held it high so that everyone could see it.

"Student Zheng Qing did a great job!" She didn't hesitate to praise her, and a big smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Her slightly bulging eyes became more prominent: "A very outstanding work... I haven't seen this for a long time. Scene."

"A beginner can complete a basic magic text at one time without any enlightenment... It's excellent... I remember the last young man who did this level has now gone a long way in the new world. It is said that he is about to become A real great wizard."

"I remember you were a public student this year?"

A sound of approval echoed in the classroom.

At this time, many people would not begrudge their kindness-everyone seemed to ignore the gypsy witch at the door of the classroom.

"Very good... you earned yourself a credit."

"So, can you share with your classmates your experience when writing magic text?"

Professor Emma's encouraging eyes fell on the young public-funded students.

"Actually, it's the same as when painting Fuluo," Zheng Qingqiang cheered up and smiled barely: "Because Fuluo draws a lot, the structure of the magic text can be completed smoothly."

"Not enough," the professor held up a finger and shook: "If you just take the form of a cat and a tiger to complete the magic text, it is far from reaching the level of a real'magic text'... Think about it again, when you close the pen , What comes to mind? What are the fluctuations in emotions?"

When the pen is closed?

What are the mood swings?

Zheng Qing smiled dryly, gliding past the door of the classroom with guilty eyes.

The Gypsy Witch was standing in the empty seat in the first row, not yet seated.

"I was just... I was taken aback... No, I was a little nervous... and anxious... Feeling anxious to get angry?" He waved his arms and stubbornly added: "...Of course, the spirit is sure Very concentrated...highly concentrated."

A low muffled laugh came from nearby.

Zhang Jixin buried his face under his arm, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.

"Don't be depressed. Everyone has their own unique talents. Although your talents are not outstanding in Mowen, it does not mean that you have no achievements in other areas." Professor Emma patted Zhang Jixin's back comfortingly.

Obviously, she mistakenly thought that this male classmate was crying in shame because of her poor grades.

Zhang Jixin's body stiffened, and immediately buried his head on his arms a little tighter.

"Just like what Zheng Qing described ~www.mtlnovel.com~ When completing the magic text, in addition to completing their delicate structures, you also need to inject your own emotions and understanding of the character between the strokes. ."

"For example, this fire magic text."

"Student Zheng Qing very cleverly introduced the'heart fire' into it...This is the biggest basis for him to complete this magic text."

"I hope that everyone sitting in the classroom can truly mobilize your emotions, emotions, and heart when writing magic texts... Only the magic texts written with heart can be real magic texts!"

"Now, let us applaud for Zheng Qing."

"Applause for his outstanding performance!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause in the classroom.

"Very good, very good! Zheng Qing, this is your reward!...What's the matter?" Ms. Emma quickly asked, seeing Zheng Qing who was a little pale, her voice lowered a lot for an instant.

"It's okay, it's just some heart palpitations." Zheng Qing grinned reluctantly, and pressed her frantically beating heart hard, making her temples swell.

The violent mood swings a few minutes ago seemed to break a string in my mind.

Some feelings buried deep in memory appeared.

"Maybe it's the first time to write magic texts, and the energy was too much in a moment," Professor Emma looked at his face and speculated: "Writing magic texts is very exhausting. Sometimes, because of the excessive consumption of vitality, you have to cultivate for a while, you only wrote one word, the situation should not be that serious..."

Zheng Qing nodded his head 'umh', the drowsiness in his head became more and more serious.

He leaned on the desk, and a bad idea emerged in his heart.

"headache……"

He just hummed these two words, his eyes went dark, and he fell in front of the professor.

Chapter end