After realizing that the gypsy witch would not have eye contact with him, the young public student turned his head stupidly, looked at Xiao Xiao again, and added emphatically: "...... It's reviewing homework in the library. ”

Xiao Xiaomeow stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds.

Zheng Qing immediately looked away with a weak heart, and at the same time pursed his lips and blew up, blowing the yellow meditation talisman paper sticking to his forehead.

In fact, he had only spent a small part of his time in the library in the last few days, and the rest of the time he had quietly slipped away to the two-dimensional evolution laboratory - whether it was Fei Rui's identity, Mr. Wu's identity, or the four uninvited guests during the winter hunt, they were all stuck in Zheng Qing's heart like thorns - he needed to find someone to pull out the thorns.

One or two is okay to say, although it is not so comfortable, but after all, the damage is limited. In this tense final day, it will slowly be overlooked.

But if you have two thorns in your heart, it's terrible.

For several days in a row, Zheng Qing woke up from a nightmare. It's a simple and headache-inducing nightmare. But what worries him so much is that every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he can't remember what he dreamed about. The only thing I remember is the palpitations of horror and the vague, large expanses of blood-red color in my mind.

I don't know if it's a new sequelae that appeared after the blood congestion in his eyes dissipated, Zheng Qing could only figure out a way by himself.

He first went to the school hospital and tried to ask the horse-faced therapist to prescribe a little medicine to calm sleep and expel nightmares, but was told that near the end of the semester, the school strictly controlled the number of tranquilizers used by students, and asked students to overcome related difficulties as much as possible.

"It's very good for you to purify your spirit. The therapist at the school hospital explained to the young wizard.

But Zheng Qing was very skeptical of this statement—he preferred to believe a certain narrative circulated privately by the students—that the school's high-ranking wizards were engaged in a hard battle somewhere in a hidden place, and a lot of supplies were expended, resulting in a low stock of psychosuppressive potions in the school hospital.

And the results of Zheng Qing's request for some special examinations were not optimistic, or rather, the results of the examinations made him depressed. Because the school hospital finally concluded that he was very healthy, except for a slight nervous breakdown due to too much stress, there was no other problem with his body.

This conclusion reinforced the opinion of the therapists at the school hospital that young wizards would not be given psychosuppressive drugs.

In addition to the professional therapists in the school hospital, Zheng Qing also went to Lao Yao, Professor Yi of Divination, and Professor Li of Pharmacy, but they were all in sight, and they often talked to everyone on the podium one second about the key and difficult issues that need to be paid attention to in the final exam, and disappeared after class the next second.

Zheng Qing knew that professors had skills like 'entering the office around the corner' — he had followed Lao Yao through a faculty passage a long time ago — but to his frustration, even as he ran to the office building as fast as he could, he didn't touch the corner of a professor's clothes.

To disappear is to disappear, to disappear without leaving a trace.

This has made young government-funded students more and more convinced of the rumors that the students are spreading secretly.

The professors are nowhere to be found, the help of the school hospital is limited, and after thinking about it, the only person Zheng Qing can ask for help in the first university seems to be Su Shijun - the relevant departments still have a big black cat to try, but on the one hand, Zheng Qing doesn't know where the yamen of the relevant departments is, and on the other hand, there is no clear statement about the identity of the big black cat, which makes the young wizard inevitably jealous. If you can't provoke or don't provoke.

Relatively speaking, although Su Shijun also has admirable identities such as a member of the Moon Council and a member of the Great Wizard Council, because of Poseidon, Zheng Qing now has no initial panic when facing Su Da's beauty.

Therefore, as soon as he had a few minutes of leisure recently, the young public-funded student quietly slipped to the two-dimensional evolution laboratory, hoping that Su Shijun could help him deal with the situation of frequent nightmares.

Of course, for well-known reasons, Zheng Qing didn't want others to find out about it.

"Speaking of which, Nicholas must have been under a lot of pressure this exam. Zheng Qing changed the topic dryly, and pulled in a certain old student who was sitting in the corner frantically brushing the questions in the distance.

Nicholas has failed to advance for two consecutive years and has become a well-known first-year veteran at First University. There is no doubt that these 'fame' have become a heavy pressure on Nicholas's head.

"Liu Feifei helped him formulate a very detailed and complete review plan, I just hope that they don't get into the top two in the class," Xiao Xiao followed Zheng Qing's gaze to the teacher's corner, sighed, and said: "If you have time to worry about Nicholas, you might as well worry about yourself! If you don't do well in the final exam this time, it will definitely be embarrassing." ”

Zheng Qing squeezed out a little sad expression on his face.

Indeed, as one of the only two publicly-funded students of Jiuyou Academy this year, he is also a young Merlin Medal winner, and the hunting team he led also won the championship of the Academy Cup Freshman Competition.

No matter from which point of view, Zheng Qing is no less pressured by 'reputation' than Nicholas.

It's just that one is standing at the foot of the mountain, carrying the pressure of climbing the mountain with a thousand weights of iron on his back, and the other is suspended in the air by a thin rope, and the slightest mistake will fall into the abyss.

"You know, I'm thick-skinned. Zheng Qinggan laughed twice, and finally had no interest in continuing to chat, slapped the meditation talisman on his forehead tighter, then lowered his head, and continued to silently memorize the key points of knowledge in the textbook.

After history class, Zheng Qing hastily had lunch, then went straight to West 306 of the teaching building, and found a vacant seat in the corner and sat down.

It's Wednesday, and there's a philosophy of magic in the afternoon.

He hoped to catch Lao Yao in this class, and then ask him about his nightmares.

But to his disappointment, Professor Yao only arranged for one of his projections to come to the classroom to supervise the students' free revision. And that stupid projection, in addition to taking a roster roll call, will only answer questions related to the philosophy of magic.

In addition to being disappointed, Zheng Qing could only re-pin his hopes on Su Da Beauty, hoping that she would not be too busy today and that her time would be more relaxed.

After the philosophy of magic class, Zheng Qing came to the library again to review his homework.

After doing two sets of "Five-Three" questions, he dozed off on the table without accident. Most of the students in the library are in this state - they are confused in learning, they are learning after being confused, the boundary between confusion and sobriety is a difficult problem, and the edge between confusion and sobriety is the cooing sound of hunger.