Hunting College

Mayfly is also called worm ant, which is a kind of big ant. The mayfly on the campus of No. 1 University is the size of a thumb and is green in grass. Its scientific name is ‘green worm’ in the encyclopedia of the wizarding world.

　　 Green worms love shade and are addicted to fish sauce and tree moss. They can be used as medicine to relieve fever and sores. Some alchemists will also refine them into certain metals to obtain specific magical effects.

　　Different from the large colonies of general ants, green worms usually live in families.

　　 Every green ant family consists of one female ant, three to five male ants, and more than ten young ants. From this point of view, the green worm has a social structure similar to magical creatures such as werewolves, naga, and horsemen.

This kind of magic bugs are active all year round. They hide in underground caves during the day and climb to the ground in the evening. They mix with saliva and dirt, and pile up a special cylindrical anthill that is inches high:'Wang Yuetai', After the anthill is repaired, these green worms will climb to the platform in order-generally speaking, the mother ants will stay in the center of the platform, and the young ants can only stay on the edge of the platform-they lie there silently, Sucking on the yin of moon and night.

　　 After long-term observation by magic biology researchers, they found that when lying on the anthill, these green worms would construct different patterns according to the weather conditions and the surrounding environment, and those patterns often had many similarities with the basic runes studied by wizards. The mystery during this period has not been completely cracked until today.

　　 After daybreak, these green worms will discard the ant colony built over the night and sneak back to the ground again. Until the evening of the next day, these big ants will re-select an open and flat grass and continue their protracted moon watching project.

　　 This lawn by the Bell Lake is the hardest hit area for the green worms watching the moon.

Every ten months, the school workers need to clean up the traces left by the green worms, and those students who violate the school rules and disciplines on weekdays will be asked by the school workers, waving their heads, and breaking the blocks. Lookout platform.

　　 The youngsters worked hard, and the students also worked hard.

　　 When Zheng Qing came to the lawn, he happened to hear a second-year old student who was punished complaining from the side: "These green worms are so annoying, why can't they apply to the school, get some medicine, and clean them up. You don't have to work so hard."

　　 The government-sponsored student couldn't help but cocked his mouth—this second-year man must be a newcomer, and his blatant lazy remarks would definitely be scolded by the old school worker.

　　 Although he also supports drug administration.

Sure enough, it didn’t take a moment for Old Hemingway’s gruff roar to sound from the lawn: "You bastards! Not even the wizards of the first university! Green worms are the bait for more than a dozen magical creatures in the lake. They also helped the hundreds of old trees by the lake to clean the moss. Even if the soil they left behind, it is also Old Stendhal’s favorite fertile soil in the botanical garden."

　　 "Is there any common sense?!"

The second-year man was obviously frightened by the roar of the old man Hemingway, his face was pale, and he tremblingly explained: "I just think that these green worms have left too many soil tables recently... I heard from my classmates that before There are only three to five hundred soil terraces here every month, which can be cleaned once a week. Now almost one hundred more are added every day... Clean up every three to five. I feel that the ecology of the lake is a bit out of balance.

　　 The old man Hemingway held his head, supported the felt hat on his head, squinted his eyes and scanned the lawn and the calm lake not far away, his face slightly improved.

　　 "Recently, it's really a lot." The old man nodded, "But it still hasn't reached the point of ecological imbalance. If there are signs of that aspect, the school will notify us... It's okay to think of this."

　　 The last sentence seemed to compliment the old student, but the words were too vague. After hearing this, the old student didn't know whether he should be surprised or continue the previous panic. Several expressions tangled together, making him look like constipation.

　　 "Maybe because of spring?"

　　 Zheng Qing happened to walk up to the old man and couldn't help but interject and replied: "After the thunder of the spring, the bugs have become active."

"Green worms are different." The old man Hemingway shook his head: "Green worms are magical insects of the moon. They break their clothes at the beginning of the month, mate in the middle of the month, and die at the end of the month. There is no such seasonal concept of spring. They are active all year round. In the middle of each month, when the moonlight is brightest, it is their spring."

　　 "That's it." Zheng Qing scratched his chin, feeling that he had gained a little knowledge.

　　 "Our classmates discussed it and thought it was because of those guys in the lake." The second-year old student couldn't help but speak again.

　　 Zheng Qing took a serious look at him, always feeling that there was such a trace of portrait between him and Dr. Xiao Da in his aura. The old school worker said hey and did not comment on this new view.

　　 "Why?" Zheng Qing asked rhetorically.

　　 "Those guys in the lake" naturally refers to murlocs. However, the difference between the murlocs and the green worms is tens of thousands of miles. Even if the murlocs like to use dried green worms as snacks, it has nothing to do with the large number of green worms—on the contrary, because the murlocs are greedy, the number of green worms will increase. Reduce a lot.

　　 "Because the green worm likes fish sauce." The old student looked at Zheng Qing in surprise, as if he was curious about why he asked such a strange question.

　　 Seems to know Zheng Qing’s confusion, and Old Hemingway kindly explained: “The so-called'fish sauce' is an elegant name, but it is actually murloc dung.”

　　 Zheng Qing suddenly came across.

　　 A few days ago, the fish people were parading and demonstrating, and they lost a lot of manure on the lake. If green worms like'fish sauce', it makes sense why they have proliferated abnormally recently.

　　 After the explanation, the old man Hemingway finally realized that there was a gossiping guy standing in the lawn.

　　 "By the way, are you here to help clean up the lawn?" The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at the young public student with his slanted eyes. The second-year man next to him showed hope on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ not. Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile—the old student lowered his head in disappointment immediately—said to Old Man Hemingway: "You handed me the note last night and asked me to come to you at noon today. "

　　 "Last night?" The old man obviously had some memory problems, squinting and scratching his head.

　　 "It is the night patrol at Linzhong Lake on Saturday night. Because I have other things that may delay the patrol, I applied for an adjustment task before." Zheng Qing added cautiously.

　　 "Oh, what about that." Old Hemingway stretched out his hand: "The application process on the school work committee is over, right."

　　 Zheng Qing nodded quickly.

"Well, let's clean up these green anthills." The old man waved his hand and sent a new task to Zheng Qing: "Two choices, one is to pick up the needle and do it with the party. By Saturday, do enough five. Hours of trivial tasks; another, you are responsible for cleaning up the green ant colony from here to there, and ensure that the number of ant colonies on Friday night is less than 100."

　　 Zheng Qing looked at the range from ‘here’ to ‘there’ pointed by the old man, and took a breath.

　　 He estimated that the ‘mission area’ was half the size of a football field.

　　 "I choose the first one." He made a choice dejectedly.

　　 "I have a superfluous head here!" the sophomore senior greeted happily.