Linzhong Lakeside.

Inside a pavilion on the promenade around the lake.

When Zheng Qing opened his eyes and returned to reality from the dream classroom, it was only a few seconds before the discussion about the headmaster's successor began to blur in his mind—as if someone was taking an eraser and erasing it off bit by bit.

Zheng Qing finally had no way to provide a big news to Xin Fatzi.

This regret faded a lot after he dug through the notebook in the gray cloth bag. The young public scholarship student unexpectedly found that the notes he made in his dreams were all completely presented in the notebook in reality.

The sentence highlighted in the notebook – if you know enough you won't be confused, if you're smart enough you won't be fooled by reality – he made his own summary based on what he had taught.

The boy muttered this, stretched, got up from the bench in the gazebo, and leaned over to look out.

The afternoon sun is a little less scorching, but a little heavier, just standing in the shadow of the gazebo and looking out, looking at the dense sunshine world, it makes people feel breathless.

Knowing the cry of 'wow', he was weak, like an 'old student' dragging a singing voice and pulling a tune on the stage.

Most of the creatures on the once bustling surface of the lake have disappeared, either hiding deep at the bottom of the lake or hiding in the caves and crevices on the shore. All you could see on the surface of the water were a few empty boats, and a blue buffalo leaning against the side of the boat, with only a little back exposed.

They are the working cattle of the school council, and they need to respond to the call of the wizard who wants to cross the lake by boat. So I can only stick to my post in this hot weather.

I heard that because it is not yet July, the school does not give high temperature subsidies.

It's also very miserable.

Hundreds of meters away, in the mud pond on the east bank of Linzhong Lake, the hunters of the Sin Hunting Team are searching every corner of the place in the name of 'training'. Dressed in bulky rain boots and heavy dragon skin gloves, they rummaged through the mud for turtles.

The hunters will perform a magic test on each turtle that is found, and stamp a security stamp on the shell of the turtle that passes the test. This is the method confirmed at yesterday's plenary meeting, and it is hoped that it will be used to find the Facelings hiding in the mud pool—or at the very least, to know the whereabouts of the black goats from the mouths of some old turtles.

It is clear that the work did not go so smoothly.

Just as Zheng Qing leaned over and looked out, he saw an irritable Shou turtle flicking its tail and slamming it on Zhang Jixin's face. There was another Shou turtle stretching its neck, spitting in Lin Guo's face.

The saliva of the turtles was very clear, but it was full of weight, and the whole head of Lin Guo was wet.

"Oh,!" shouted the young scholar and rushed out of the gazebo, "how dare they be so rude!

Xiao Xiao rolled her eyes at Zheng Qing.

"You were sleeping well in bed, snoring in a sweet dream, and suddenly someone lifted the quilt, checked your body with magic, and finally put a poke on your ass...... Would you still be polite in this situation?"

Zheng Qing was speechless.

As he spoke, he was already standing on the edge of the mud pool.

It seemed that the hunters had already searched most of the pond, and the turtles with their shells stamped together in twos and threes, stretched their necks, and stared angrily at the young wizards with their small eyes the size of mung beans.

Zheng Qing's heart suddenly felt a little empty.

"Will they complain to the school?" he whispered to the doctor.

Xiao Xiao lifted his glasses and glanced at the captain: "By the time you think about this problem, we have already received a complaint...... Today's training book has the content of 'demon detection' and 'marking'. The school committee also acquiesced to our inspection of the mud pond. This is a sort of compromise. ”

Zheng Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He still remembers that he is now on a 'school probation' punishment, and he doesn't want to cause any 'racial conflict' at this time and be sued.

"It's so hot!" the young scholar tugged at the collar of his robe and hesitated, "Why don't you ...... Let's take a break?"

Before the words fell, Fat Xin cheered, dropped the longevity turtle he had just grabbed in his hand, and crawled out of the mud pond panting. The basin-sized turtle smashed heavily into the muddy water, splashing a huge brown splash, causing Zhang Jixin to scold.

Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing dissatisfied.

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly and raised his hand to fan the wind: "It's too hot...... It's only May, and it's July and August. It's not yet the month of the Weather Monitor's assault on weather balls. ”

"This is a follow-up to the resurgence of silence years ago, and the school confirmed back in January that the number of hot days will come early and last long this year. Don't you ever read the school newspaper?" Fat Xin laboriously took off his dragon skin gloves and clumsy rain boots, and reached out to grab Zheng Qing's waist: "Quick, quick, two cool talismans......"

Zheng Qing dodged the fat man's greasy big hand.

"Speaking of the school newspaper," the young public-funded student quickly pulled out a stack of cool charms from the gray cloth bag and stuffed it into the fat man's hand: "When I just woke up, I seemed to have big news for you...... But now it's forgotten...... Hey, give someone else points!"

Fat Xin was about to stuff all the extra cool charms into his pocket.

After hearing Zheng Qing's words, he sighed in disappointment.

"Big news?" Xiao Xiao took two cool charms and pasted them on both sides of his temples, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Where did the big news come from?

"No, it's in a dream. Zheng Qing replied solemnly.

"The school newspaper is a serious publication, and it does not normally publish students' dreams. The fat man refused without hesitation, but at the same time gave other advice: "...... Of course, I have a few connections in the editorial department of Ms. Duoduo, and they like to publish the cranky thoughts of those young people the most. ”

"It's not cranky. Zheng Qing corrected: "Yes...... Hell, why can't you remember? I remember it had to do with the vice-principals of the school. ”

"Whew!" the fat man let out a short, shrill laugh, "That doesn't sound like ordinary crankiness...... More like a pipe dream. ”

"Forget it, let's not discuss this topic. Zheng Qing waved his hand in disbelief and motioned for the fat man to shut up.

The group had returned to the gazebo and sat on the benches in twos and threes.

Zheng Qing hesitated, and finally chose to say some of his previous experiences—whether it was facing the upcoming challenges or saving Zhu Si from the mirror world. He all needed some help.

There's no more reliable helper than the hunters of the Sin Hunting Team.

"I just had a dream. The young scholar stood among the hunters and looked at them very seriously: "In my dream, I heard a prophecy and saw a little girl. ”