For an entire afternoon, Zheng Qing struggled to suppress the urge to drink the Transfiguration Potion.

Although he was also very curious about what he would look like after his transformation, since it was Thursday and there was another day of classes tomorrow, he had to get through this time anyway.

After all, he couldn't sit in a classroom with a strange skin on his head and listen to the teacher's lecture - if he turned into a monkey, he could barely make sense, but what if it was a cockroach?

Perhaps the young wizard who was determined to learn would be thrown out of the window by the screaming witches with a spell before he even climbed into his desk.

Fortunately, there are always endless troubles in life.

Whenever you feel that everything is going well and life is good, life will give you a slap in the face and knock you back from heaven to reality.

For example, the homework assigned by Professor Emma, such as the troubles of young witches and wizards, and Zheng Qing's red right eye.

"I feel like the vision in my right eye is a little bit reduced. Zheng Qing stood on the balcony, squinting his left eye and holding a slingshot in his hand, trying to aim at a squirrel outside the window that was writhing at him.

The young public's right eye was inexplicably congested in the battle with the wild demon not long ago, and became the only 'injury' left on his body.

Dr. Ma from the school hospital repeatedly reassured him, saying that this congestion would not have any effect on his eyesight, and came up with a pile of complicated data to support his professional assertion.

Although Zheng Qing was relieved verbally, he was always skeptical in his heart.

"Just like now," muttered the young student, squinting vigorously, "I see that squirrel has two tails." ”

As soon as his fingers loosened, the pine nuts caught between the slingshots shot out with a 'whoosh' and smashed into the corrugated three meters away from the squirrel.

"Squeak!"

The squirrel screamed in satisfaction, flicked its huge fluffy tail, and rushed over, picking up the dusty pine nut, rubbing it with its paws, and stuffing it into its cheek pouch.

"That mountain two-tailed squirrel has two tails!" "The fat man Xin held a plate of cakes, waved the table knife in his hand, and shouted viciously: "Only the blind will see it as a ......"

It's six o'clock in the afternoon.

According to Zheng Qing's experience in previous years, the sun should have set behind the mountain at this moment, and there should be no light in the sky.

But maybe Phuket is a little southerly, or maybe the wizards didn't allow the sun to go down so early, and there was still a misty light outside the house.

At this time of the day, it is the time for Mr. Sheen Banner to enjoy his last afternoon tea.

Just as Dylan will wake up when he is woken up from his coffin, Mr. Fat will have a bad temper when he is interrupted from afternoon tea.

"I'm not blind!" Zheng Qing took out a paper ball from the gray cloth bag, stuffed it back into the slingshot, and turned back to emphasized: "I mean, there always seems to be a little double vision when looking at things with the right eye...... And it's dangling. ”

"There is a pile of blood clots in the eyeballs, and if you are not blind, God is blind...... What's so strange about affecting your eyesight a little?" Fat Xin took a deep breath and continued to patiently cut the cake on the plate.

"I think maybe it's because you've been keeping your left eye closed for a little bit longer. Dylan's languid voice echoed through the coffin.

Zheng Qing tilted his head.

The big black coffin with a sliding lid opened again at some point.

"Good morning!" the young student greeted very politely, "I thought you wouldn't get up until eight o'clock tonight." ”

"Didn't Xiao Xiao say yesterday that the general meeting of the club would be held tonight...... Don't be rude when a guest arrives. Mr. Vampire Werewolf stretched out a pale hand from the coffin and placed it in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if sensing the weather.

"Do you have to carry out the day and night reversal schedule?" Zheng Qing asked with bated breath as he continued to squint, holding his slingshot and aiming at the gray squirrel that was jumping around.

"Since there are no restrictions on the school, then I naturally choose how to be comfortable. Dylan stretched out of the coffin, stretched, and snorted slowly, "I'm not Matthew Cullen of your class, or the pure-blood nobles of Alpha Friedman...... Naturally, the degree of adaptation to sunlight will be a little lower. ”

The last sentence obviously touches on some sensitive topic.

There was silence in the dormitory for a moment.

"Smack!" Zheng Qing loosened his fingers, and the paper ball caught in the slingshot flew out with a 'whoosh' and smashed into the gray squirrel a meter away.

Before the squirrel could twist its ass triumphantly, the small paper ball suddenly burst into smoke.

Then a few slender rattans poked out of the green smoke and tied the caught caught squirrel into a knot.

"yes! it worked!" Zheng Qing waved his arm vigorously and shouted.

"Yo, I really got it for you. Fat Xin licked off the last bit of cream on the plate, poked his head curiously to look at the balcony, and smacked his lips: "Maybe you can consult Dr. Xiao Da in a while to see if this matter can be patented......

The patent in the fat man's mouth is Zheng Qing's skill in hitting a talisman with a slingshot.

Because of the night patrol, it has only been more than a month since he entered school, and Zheng Qing has already experienced many 'accidents'.

For example, meeting the fish-man brother who came ashore to make a gray trade in the lakeside forest, such as catching the swarm of insects in the sand, and not long ago meeting a wild demon on the lakeside promenade.

As for the small accidents such as beating kappa and catching poisonous snakes, there are countless accidents.

The more he experienced, the more Zheng Qing felt that his means were somewhat insufficient. Turning over and over was a few pieces of rune paper and a few spells.

Although so far, these means are barely enough. But the young scholarship students perceive one of the huge flaws.

There are no attack methods that are a little further away.

Because of the time he was in school, the few spells he had just learned needed to be cast at close range. Due to his height and arm length, he was not able to attack enemies a little farther away.

So he pondered for a long time, and finally came up with this solution.

"It's just a little trick, and I guess the patent office doesn't like it. The young scholar waved his hand modestly, but added quite self-assuredly: "I have added a layer of silkworm paper to the original talisman, nesting a rune with a stable function...... The production process is a little difficult and does not have much promotion value. ”

"It's good enough for my own use. Fat Xin picked up a plate of fruit again, dipped it in salad and nodded with relish: "You can practice playing slingshot more in the morning...... Maybe it can also come in handy at the Rookie Hunt. ”

"You've already eaten three afternoon teas, and eating less is good for your body. Zheng Qing put away the slingshot and persuaded kindly.

"You already have three girlfriends, and having one less is good for your body. The fat man rolled his eyes and slammed back.

Zheng Qing's face suddenly darkened.

"I'll make it clear in the evening!" he said angrily, untying the squirrel from the rattan and throwing it to the orange cat who was staring at him beside him.

Tuan Tuan squinted, pressed one of the gray squirrels' tails with his paws, and his beard was cocked, looking in a good mood.

"Can this kind of thing be explained?" Dylan said vaguely as he stood in front of his dressing mirror, rinsing the foam off his toothbrush, and carefully examining the two smooth little fangs in the mirror. ”

"No, I can tell. Zheng Qing waved his hand, looking full of confidence.

"Yes, yes, you can tell. Dylan perfunctorily, opened the cabinet in front of him, and beckoned, "Come and help me pick a suitable cufflink, and a belt...... You can't always meet guests with a sloppy appearance. ”