Time flies when it's busy.

Especially when everyone is busy, the whole world seems to be accelerated.

While the hustle and bustle of the opening ceremony was still echoing in my ears, the calendar had already turned two pages silently and entered the weekend of the seventh week of school.

Unlike the quiet environment of Saturday mornings on weekdays, Saturday in the moon hunt is very lively from morning to night.

The officers of the student union of Jiuyou College are running around the school, coordinating the different requirements of different hunting teams, different colleges, and even guests outside the school; the cadres of the club federation also stand in front of their respective booths all day long, diligently promoting their respective ideas, hoping to get more sponsorship in this fundraising season; and even the Flying Garden outside the No. 3 pavilion has been many freshmen sharpening their guns and practicing magic in the early mornings of the past few days.

But Zheng Qing did not fall into this national frenzy.

Since she accidentally scared Su Shijun's maid on Thursday night, the publicly-funded students of Jiuyou Academy have rarely stopped a lot. In addition to attending classes, Jiantianwo studied magic books in the dormitory, and even went to the library much less often.

Of course, he didn't explain to his roommates the reason for his 'low profile' - because he was worried that after knowing the truth, Fat Xin would be the first to rush up, knock him unconscious, and drag him to the guests from Qingqiu to receive the reward.

Zheng Qing only vaguely said that Yelena had given him some ancient talismans and needed help to study them.

Of course, this is not entirely a pretext.

The gypsy witch did give Zheng Qing some amuletarian talismans and asked him to help him decipher them. It's just that those talismans are too difficult, and even with a solid foundation and the support of the many collections of books in the Shushan Museum, Zheng Qing's progress in interpretation is still very slow.

It's noon.

Zheng Qing lay on the desk and took a nap, with a copy of Mankiw's "Principles of Rune Construction" spread out under his arm, and a stack of rune-related reference books in front of his head, such as "Ancient Runes", "Ciyuan", "Rune Daquan" and so on.

After returning from his morning class in the Flying Garden, he plunged headlong into the pile of old papers, looking at it dizzily, but he could not find any inspiration.

"Smack!"

A slap slapped heavily on Zheng Qing's arm.

The young student wrinkled his nose in a daze, and vaguely smelled a hint of smoke.

"On fire?" he hummed, but didn't want to move.

"'Pure Heart Talisman', you asked me to take a picture of you every half hour. Xiao Xiao's voice sounded in his ears, but it seemed to be thousands of miles away, and it seemed extremely ethereal and unreal: "...... The study of ancient talismans is very draining...... Don't you still have patrol duty at night...... Aren't you afraid that you'll fall asleep and fall into the lake while patrolling at night?"

Ancient Talismans......

Night patrol ...

Fall asleep...

Zheng Qing finally grabbed a trace of clarity in the chaos, struggled, and opened an eye.

Not far from sight, on his big arm, a pale yellow rune paper was slowly emitting green smoke. Through the smoke, across the desk, Xiao Xiao was buried in his notebook, writing his never-ending notes.

The curtains on the balcony are ajar, and the twilight sunlight falls on the desk through the window, giving the whole room a bit of a lazy atmosphere. The orange cats clumped together and purred in the sun. The elves hung on it and seemed to be asleep.

It's quiet in the dormitory.

In addition to the rustling of the quill in Xiao Xiao's hand, there was only the faint sound of snoring.

The young student took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and sat up with a snap.

This violent movement made the desk 'creak'. The snoring stopped abruptly, and it shook its beard, flicked its tail, and grinned menacingly at the corners of its mouth.

"What about them, haven't they come back?" Zheng Qing stroked the fat cat twice apologetically, and turned his head to look at the doctor.

"You really should have a good rest. Xiao Xiao finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and glanced at the public scholarship student opposite.

Then he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, shook his head and yawned, and said slowly, "...... You asked this question an hour ago when you were awakened by the Pure Heart Talisman......"

"Dylan came back at eight o'clock in the morning, and now he is probably dreaming in the coffin. ”

"As for Fat Xin, he went out at nine o'clock in the morning and hasn't come back yet...... Not even a single paper crane was flew. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Xiao took out his timer, looked at the time, and complained, "I also asked him to help bring lunch...... Depending on the situation, I'm afraid we're both going to be hungry for a while......"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Outside the door, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

The bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling shook violently, casting a yellow halo in front of the doorway.

The door to the dormitory was pushed open with a bang.

"Ahh Zheng Qing stretched his arms, turned his head helplessly, and complained: "The house is going to collapse by you!"

At the same time, there were angry screams from the desk, and the chaotic 'shir' sound of elves.

"Fog grass!" The angry voice of the fat man Xin came from the door: "It's been so long since the sand time worm thing, when will you be able to tear down this broken mirror!"

He was dazzled by the bronze mirror again.

"When I installed the mirror, you praised it and said, 'It's the most sensitive magic weapon in the world.'" There was a somber voice coming from Dylan's tent - after all, it was a terrible experience to be woken up from your sleep.

The fat man laughed dryly twice and skipped the topic.

"Bell, bell, bell!" The fat man took out a small paper bag from behind him, held it high, and shouted, "What do you think this is?!"

"Lunch?" Xiao Xiao was shocked: "I've been hungry for a long time......"

The smile on Fat Xin's face melted away as quickly as spring snow.

He scratched the back of his head, looked at the two eyed wizards in front of the desk in embarrassment, and said with a dry smile: "Ha, this, I forgot about it...... I think you can get the elves to help you buy lunch......"

"What a brilliant note. Xiao Xiao snorted.

Green elves with a lack of magical abilities are not suitable for work too far from the host. For example, going out to buy food. Because they are easily robbed by crows or squirrels passing by.

"You can eat rice at any time...... I have something more exciting here than eating!" Xin Fat Man stretched out his hand and reached hard to the center of the desk, showing his 'baby'.

Zheng Qing held his breath, trying his best to shield off the thick sweat coming from the fat man's body, and squinted at his palm.

Opening the small paper bag, in the palm of the fat man's hand, there were two peanuts and rice-like things.

"What is this?" the student blinked.

Xiao Xiao still buried his head in his notebook, and Dylan still hid behind the tent, seemingly asleep again. Neither of them paid attention to the fat man.

"Seeds!" Fat Xin carefully gestured with his mouth and smiled mysteriously.

"Seeds?" Zheng Qing glanced at him blankly and pulled the corners of his mouth: "I know it's a seed, but the problem is, I don't know what kind of seed it is...... What is this seed for? Are you going to grow herbs in your dorm room?"

"Seeds?" Xiao Xiao lifted his glasses and raised his head.

“...... I also seem to hear people talking about 'seeds'. Dylan's yawning voice rang out from the tent, and soon the sound of his large coffin lid flipping was heard as well.

"Seeds, are they so attractive?" Zheng Qing fiddled with the two peanuts in the fat man's palm in surprise, repeating his question: "What kind of seed is this......"

"A seed is a seed. Xiao Xiao left the chair at some point, floated over quietly, and replied in a low voice.

"It's a seed that grows and grows. Dylan poked his head out from behind the tent as well.

Zheng Qing squinted at the three of them one by one, and asked in a strange tone, "Can anyone tell me what kind of flowers and plants this seed grows?"

"Trumpet flowers and projection grass. Dr. Siu was finally merciful and gave the answer to the young public-funded student who was about to go crazy: "...... It's a very old magic that can condense a certain image and sound into a seed, and make wizards reminisce about the fragments that have passed away......"

Zheng Qing was stunned.

The fat man smiled, squeezed through the table, and brought a palm-sized, blue-and-white porcelain walled flower pot from the balcony.