September 1, the second day of the eighth lunar month. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is advisable to sacrifice and pray for blessings.

Don't, open the light.

Zheng Qing lay on the bed, yawning, lazily pinching his fingers in the quilt to calculate.

It's not a good day to start school.

He squinted and took a deep breath.

Today is Monday.

There is a Charms class in the morning.

This will be the first lesson of my college career.

It's exciting.

Maybe yesterday's excitement has not dissipated, Zheng Qing slept very unsteadily at night, and was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, but soon fell asleep again.

With a long exhalation of the turbid breath that had accumulated in his chest, he opened his eyes.

Very quiet in the bedroom.

The sky was only faintly shining, and through the glass of the balcony, the noisy morning chirping of birds could be faintly heard outside the window.

Zheng Qing climbed out of bed lightly.

On the large desk in the center of the dormitory, there are also cardboard boxes of elves.

He carefully lifted the fluffy blanket that covered the cardboard box.

Inside the box, the little ones are still asleep.

Zheng Qing frowned, feeling that things were a bit tricky.

Maybe you should ask the professor after class today and ask how the traumatized elf should be saved.

Now, there's really nothing he can do.

Zheng Qing sighed and put the blanket over the cardboard box again.

The fat cat nesting on the windowsill shook its ears, opened its mouth and yawned widely, then buried its head deeper in its front paws.

Next to him, there was a slight snoring sound from the bed of the fat man, and Zheng Qing noticed that a section of his cool quilt fell to the ground, so he chuckled and helped the fat man tuck back into the bed.

Dylan's bed was quiet.

I don't know if the coffin isolates the snoring, or if he doesn't snore when he sleeps.

Zheng Qing's gaze slid quickly over the edge of the tightly closed heavy tent.

He didn't want to get contaminated early in the morning.

After washing, Zheng Qing came to the balcony and planned to do a morning class.

He habitually took out a handful of hamster food from the ash bag and prepared to sprinkle it on the window edge of the balcony.

Then he froze.

Smile wryly.

I'm too used to doing morning classes with that fat hamster.

I don't know if anyone will feed him after he leaves home.

Closing his eyes nostalgically and moving his hands and feet slightly, Zheng Qing couldn't help frowning.

The balcony of the dormitory is a bit narrow and cannot be extended.

"If you want to do your morning work, let's go downstairs. Xiao Xiao's low voice floated over: "The dormitory is not a suitable place. ”

Turning around, Xiao Xiao had already changed into a crimson practice uniform and was tightening his belt.

Zheng Qing quickly slipped back to the dormitory to change clothes.

Before going out, he hesitated, pointed at Xiao Xiao and pointed at the fat man who was still sleeping soundly, and Dylan, who was quiet, opened his mouth and asked silently, "What about them?"

Xiao Xiao didn't speak, but dragged him out of the dormitory.

"Do you think werewolves like daylight, or vampires like daylight?"

Zheng Qing shook his head when he thought of the werewolf and the vampire in the darkness on a moonlit night.

"So, don't observe the nightcrawler with the notion of a daywalker. Xiao Xiao was holding his wide glasses in his hand and was wondering whether to stuff them in his schoolbag.

"So how does he get to class?"

"Just because they don't like daytime doesn't mean they can't be in the daytime. This is especially the number one university. There are many doors on campus and many promenades. ”

"That's right. What about Sin?"

"That fat man doesn't look like a creature who does early work. Xiao Xiao finally put on the wide glasses, and at the same time held the black-shell notebook in his arms, and sighed: "Moreover, the blue giant or something, it's not from a scholar like you and me." We can only draw strength from books, they just need to channel their talents and develop the ability of the bloodline. ”

Thinking of the fat man who was snoring in the bed, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that life was unfair.

On campus in the early morning, there are not many students.

On the playground, Zheng Qing observed carefully, and most of the students with yellow faces were in the majority. Very few white-skinned and black-skinned students can easily judge their profession from their stout figures.

"They're all combat madmen. ”

Looking at a dark-skinned bald man practicing boxing in heavy shackles, Zheng Qing shook his head again and again.

"Squeak~" A white figure came out of nowhere, circling around Zheng Qing's excitement.

"Poseidon?" Zheng Qing cried out in surprise, grabbed the top flower skin of the fox, grabbed it into his arms, and rubbed it fiercely: "Hey!

"It's going to be dawn!Are you here to walk the dog?" Xiao Xiao snorted sourly.

His old turtle still didn't know where to hide.

"It's a fox. Zheng Qing stroked Poseidon's big tail and corrected.

Then he threw the little fox with his eyes rolling on the ground, looked at the sky that was only slightly revealing a glimmer of dawn, and turned to the side to start practicing boxing.

In the world, there are thousands of ways to lay the foundation.

Zheng Qing's foundation method was the guiding technique taught by Mr. when he was a child.

This set of movements is somewhat like a fist, but it is not coherent. Although every style and every move is not formal, it cannot make people feel smooth and smooth.

Zheng Qing also asked Mr. the name of this channeling technique.

The gentleman replied very succinctly: "No punches." ”

What does it mean not to box? Does it mean that the boxing method is not old enough? Or is the boxing method not grand enough? Or is the boxing method not a boxing method? Zheng Qing has never understood it very well, and he only feels that this set of boxing is like a gentleman, and it is unfathomable.

After a few movements, Zheng Qing gradually felt that the power dormant in the depths of his body gradually became sober and lively, flowing along the meridians and blood.

In just a moment, he felt a warm heat envelop his whole body. Soon I was immersed in it, ignoring and not thinking about it, and it was natural and natural.

Not far away, Poseidon also stood like a decent man, hunched over, probing his claws and tail, scratching and doing all kinds of unknown movements.

Its pink nose wrinkled from time to time in the slightly cool air, and it looked serious.

Xiao Xiao sat on the bluestone under the tree, breathing quietly against the rising sun.

The old tortoiseshell, with its ochre-yellow shell, crawled up to him at some point, poked its head out, its eyes half-open, and remained motionless, just like the boulder beneath him.

A little further.

On the wide lawn, under the thick trees, on the quiet silver lakeside.

Groups of students gathered together, taking advantage of the vigor, quietly and enthusiastically doing morning work.

Gradually, the sky became brighter and brighter.

The crimson morning sun struggled on the horizon, and it was almost a little bit out of its shackles.

Zheng Qing seemed to feel something, turned around to face the rising sun, calmed down, closed his fists slightly, spit out a long mouthful of turbidity, his tongue was clear, and he spit out a long "duh" word.

At the same time, Xiao Xiao's eyes under the tree widened, his chest puffed out, and he screamed out of his throat.

The other students who were doing morning classes around them also exhaled and made sounds.

For a while, the surrounding clear sounds, accents, and various exhalation sounds echoed each other, shaking the campus in the early morning, resounding in the sky, and scattering the surrounding clouds.

The steaming heat is tumbling, wantonly showing its vigor and vitality.

In the distance, at the top of the mountain, under the tower.

Several black-robed professors were talking around the room.

Hearing the trembling shouts, they couldn't help but laugh.

"Drink the sunrise in the morning, and the fragrance of the moon in the evening. A thin old professor twisted his short snowflake beard, smiled and pointed: "They are so hard, but they live up to our hard work." ”

"Young and energetic. The other stocky old man shook his head and sighed.

"But I don't know if it's the vitality that makes the young people, or the young people who make the youth. The last tall old man, as if he had a feeling, exclaimed.