If the morning sun is like sweet rice wine, fresh and elegant, the noon sun is like a refreshing spirit, spicy and sultry, then the afternoon sun is like a mellow old wine, with a soft taste and far-reaching artistic conception. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this is Wen Qing's rhetoric.

To put it bluntly, the morning sun is bright but not so hot, the noon sun is dazzling and hot and painful, and the afternoon sun has turned the earth into a steamer after a day of fermentation, even if the power of the sun is slowly fading, the ubiquitous sultry feeling is still breathless.

Especially by the lake.

The heat was wrapped in water vapor, piled up heavily, like a lump of fluffy cotton firmly covering the top of the head, and like a cage drawer that had just been opened, steaming.

And the wizards who worked hard to inspect the lawn by the lake were like dumplings and prawns in a steamer, roasted and oily, stuffy and red.

Zheng Qing gasped, straightened his waist, and hammered his sore back.

In the distance, a pearl-colored mist was faintly evaporating from the surface of the lake, and the mist curled and blurred his vision.

Not far away, the old hound May-sama lay weakly in the grass with his tongue drooping, and his eyelids were not raised—although Zheng Qing couldn't tell which fold of his eyelids were hidden under his face.

Nearby, several friends who were dragged into the water by him were sweating profusely, their faces were burnt red, and they looked very much like the faces of the end of the evil spirit.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips and pondered throwing the black cauldron on his back.

"The school committee is too stingy," he muttered quietly, grumbling in a voice just enough for a few of his companions to hear, "and on a hot day, people are allowed to work in the open field, and they don't give out a few 'frost talismans' or give a few 'refreshing potions'...... Stingy!"

No one paid any attention to him.

Zheng Qing coughed twice in embarrassment.

"If you have any comments, you can give feedback to the old man Verne. The fat man shook his fat body, his ass was pouting, he hid his head in the shadow cast by his body, and said with a hum: "It's useless to tell us." ”

Zheng Qing was stunned, and obediently turned around to find the old man Verne.

If he didn't want to be dragged to the grove by a few friends on the way back to the dormitory at night and beaten up, he had better find a way to find some benefits for a few guys who were working as coolies.

"You want the Frost Talisman?" said the old man Verne, leaning on the long wooden staff, his eyebrows raised so high that even the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out considerably.

"Refreshing potions are also fine. Zheng Qing accompanied the smiling face and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Young people now...... I can't bear a little bitter!" The old school worker muttered, gasped heavily, and shook his head resolutely: "No!"

"This is a violation of the Labor Code. Zheng Qing reminded in a low voice.

"What law?" the old man raised his chin, glared at him, and shouted in a rough voice: "You bring that law to me to see! These days, the stinky boys sitting on the chairs have not done their right thing, and they have cleaned up these crooked ways. ”

Zheng Qing was dumbfounded.

He just said in passing, he really didn't know if there was a labor law in the wizarding world.

"Keep in mind that it is strictly forbidden to use any kind of magic, including but not limited to spells, talismans, potions, etc. The old man poked the wooden staff in his hand on the ground and said, "Otherwise, the magic fluctuations will annihilate many precious clues...... What are you young dolls learning in class right now? I don't know!"

Blame me!

I'm not a forensic student.

Zheng Qing scolded and left dejectedly.

But before he had taken two steps, he turned around and trotted back.

"Uncle," he gasped, and said quickly, "let's work, you should take care of the food!"

As he spoke, he took out his silver pocket watch, pointed to the moment on it, and complained, "It's half past one o'noon, and we haven't had lunch yet...... The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers...... In case someone is tired and collapsed under the sun, the school working committee must not look good. ”

"You haven't eaten yet?" The old school worker was stunned, hooked the bamboo basket at the root of the tree with a wooden stick, took out a few lunch boxes from it, and stuffed them into Zheng Qing's arms: "This kind of thing, talk about it earlier...... Give you half an hour to eat, rest and rest, we still have about a kilometer of open space to be inspected. ”

Zheng Qing was overjoyed, holding a few lunch boxes, and ran towards his companions with a cigarette.

......

"This rice has a western carp fragrance added to it, it smells so appetizing!"

"Are these red fruits nuts...... I've heard that eating it can make people become strongmen, is it true?"

"And the shrimp, what kind of kind of shrimp are these transparent shrimps, they look like crystals, Doctor, do you know?"

Several foodies gathered in a circle, holding the lunch box brought back by Zheng Qing, picking out the food inside with chopsticks, and sighing.

"So rich," Duan Xiaojian asked with some trepidation, "I'm afraid I want one or two silver horns for this meal?"

"One or two silver horns?" the fat man sneered, picked up the pastries in the lunch box with chopsticks, and reprimanded: "Do you see it? There are only two kinds of desserts! Not to mention the material of their turtle jelly, these two honey puffs alone will cost a silver horn at the price in the cafeteria...... What do you usually eat? I don't know that!"

"Don't worry, it's fine. Zheng Qing's mouth was stuffed with food, his mouth was full of oil, and he said angrily: "These lunches are for the teaching assistants, Uncle Verne said just now, they are going to inspect the academy to guard the array, and they have to stay up all night tonight...... If we don't eat it, we waste it. ”

"All evil privileged class," Duan Xiaojian sighed, viciously stuffed a fat shrimp into his mouth, and shook his head: "The so-called Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, that's it......"

"Pull it down!" Zhang Jixin tore a piece of beef with a big grin, and said indignantly: "The real privileged class is now blowing a little cold wind, sitting cross-legged on a futon made of pu straw, and playing chess with the ice and cool fruit." ”

"I always feel like you're talking about an emperor who plows the ground with a golden hoe. Zheng Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and sighed quietly.

"Speaking of Your Majesty," Fat Xin stretched out his head to Zheng Qing and looked at him seriously: "Didn't Augustus send you a white dress?

"Who to bring?" Zheng Qing looked at him stupidly: "There is only one set of dresses, I must have gone by myself...... And I haven't decided whether to go or not. ”

"I don't think you're a public-funded student, you're an orphan. Fat Xin rolled his eyes and refocused on his lunch box.

"You have to go!" Zhang Jixin clenched his fists, punched a few times on the lawn, and shouted: "If you don't go, it seems that you can't do it...... Let those sinister villains with honey-mouthed swords look down on the nine of us. ”

"Moreover, this is a matter of politeness," Duan Xiaojian also nodded again and again: "You have to go!"

Zheng Qing was a little dizzy when he heard this.

Where is this, how to pull it to the self-esteem and self-love of nine people.

"I just thought of the history class in the morning," Zheng Qing struggled to drag the conversation over as the topic slipped in an unpredictable direction: "When mentioning that philosophical theory, Mr. Sima asked us to ask Lao Yao before next Wednesday." ”

"Silence!" Duan Xiaojian raised his hand and corrected.

"Yes, silence, silence. Zheng Qing nodded again and again: "To be reasonable, we have a philosophy class this afternoon, why do you want to ask again next Wednesday? You say, did she already know that the afternoon philosophy class was going to be canceled!"

This sentence made the atmosphere in the talks cool down abruptly.

Everyone frowned, pondering the possibility.

"It's just a possibility. Xiao Xiao's voice sounded coldly: "I think the main reason is that she doesn't think that you can understand the advanced theory of silence in an afternoon...... Maybe she's just giving you plenty of time to go to the library and look things up for yourself. ”

Zheng Qing tilted his head and looked at Dr. Xiao who was talking eloquently, his eyes were a little weird.

You don't talk about other issues, you just speak up on this issue.

Gee.

He glanced at the others meaningfully.

Everyone else had the same expressions on their faces.

"I always feel that when Mr. Sima answered the question 'Is Su Daji alive?' he answered in great detail. Zheng Qing tried to throw another question.

"That's," Fat Xin looked at Zheng Qing with disdain, but his eyes glanced at Xiao Xiao: "As a fan of Sima Da Beauty, how can you not know her most famous paper in "Clearing the Fog and Looking at History"?"

"What paper?" Zheng Qing really didn't know.

"On the Historical Basis of Su Daji's Death," Xiao Xiao's flat voice sounded again: "This is the third edition of the historical paper published in full in the second issue of "Looking at History in the First Thousand Three Hundred Things". The author was the famous historian of magic, Qian Zhiji......"

"Also," Xiao Xiao turned his head and looked at Fat Xin with an expressionless face: "I'm not her fan...... I just like her. ”

"Finally spoke!" the others let out a sigh of relief.