Hunting College

　　 Monday, January 5th.

　　 The tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiao Han.

　　Yi, accepting color, asking for names, offering sacrifices, marrying;

　　 bogey, open the market, bury, repair the grave.

None of the taboos are related to exams. It seems to be a good day for exams. From a metaphysical point of view, this day is fair to everyone. At the very least, no one excuses to play abnormally because of physical sensitivity and taboo. .

　　 This day is the day when the first session of the final exam of Jiuyou College of the First University begins.

　　 Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the school has been suppressed to a very serious point.

From the Feiyuan for morning classes, to the cafeteria for breakfast, to the bluestone trails under the tree-lined road, every figure passing by is hurried and expressionless; or bowed his head, holding a small piece of paper in his hand , Muttering words in his mouth, trying to struggle one last time before entering the examination room.

　　 This situation makes Zheng Qing feel mixed.

　　 Fortunately, everyone’s attention is focused on the exam. Naturally, they will reduce their attention to the new ‘Great Arcana-World’, which greatly reduces his external pressure.

　　What's worrying is that the tension of other people deeply infected Zheng Qing. Originally, his mentality was relatively relaxed, but under the influence of other people, he did not consciously become tense.

　　 is like now.

Because the first exam was the written part of the mantra study, he took the notes of the mantra lesson and started to recite some words early in the morning. He didn't even put it down during the morning class. He was still reciting the law even during breakfast. The international standard of the book and the principle of the use of the book-only then will he have a deep envy and hatred of Dr. Xiao Da.

　　 In the entire 403 dormitory, or in the entire Astronomy 08-1 class, perhaps only Dr. Xiao Da can experiment with the subtle differences in the release of different spells before the written test.

　　 "I really want to take your brain out and stew and eat it." The young public student said.

　　Dr. Xiao Da, with a false eye, glanced at him, and reminded: "You are a pure-blood human, without the ability of a zombie or a vampire... I don't think you can get a good result by eating my brain."

　　 "In other words, if I eat, I can get good grades, right?" Dylan asked with a grin in the cafeteria following them.

　　 Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth: "Isn't your college's test method fighting? What use do you want his brain to... If you really have that idea, the elder's brain is more suitable for you than the doctor's brain."

　　 Go eat Zhang Jixin’s brain?

　　 Dylan grinned, no stubbornness. He will do this only if his brain is broken. According to the hot temper and short-term habit inherited by the Zhang family, if Dylan really does something, then his two beautiful little fangs must have been pulled out before he eats the stew.

　　 "Can you talk about something light-hearted when you eat," Fatty Xin grabbed the red buns, mouthful, mouthful, and grumbled, "I have no appetite for what you said."

　　 The other three people squinted at the fat man, skeptical of his ‘has no appetite’.

　　 But watching Fatty Xin eat, it does make Zheng Qing a little bit appetite.

He couldn’t help but follow the fat man, picking up a red-skinned bun on the plate—the meal on the day of the exam was also very particular—just like this kind of red-skinned bun, which is the staple food for breakfast in the cafeteria today. The buns wrapped in blood-red dough, and then served on a plate made of willow branches, six per plate.

　　 Baozi means blessing, and is also called ‘fu package’; while a plate of six means six or six great smoothness.

　　 Every student must eat at least a plate of blessing packets.

　　 After all, this is a wizarding university, and the occult has always had a huge market among students. It is the unified attitude of all people when facing mysticism to believe in what is there instead of what is not.

　　 are the masters of the school canteen, and Wings will maintain this kind of tacit practice.

　　Although it is not possible to add blessings to porridge or soy milk, the chefs in the cafeteria still carefully matched the ‘special offer’ breakfast suitable for the candidates.

　　 In addition to "Fu Bao", there is also "Fu Tang".

　　 The so-called "Futang" is a small can of indigo-colored viscous liquid, which looks like soy milk made with peas or raw luohan beans mixed with unknown herbs, and it is soy milk that has not been filtered out.

"Futang can help us neutralize the chaotic spirit...Before the exam, our spirit needs to be in a very pure state... This state can increase the sensitivity of our soul, increase the speed of reaction, and help us prepare to master the spell Subtle changes in the process."

Speaking of eating, Fatty Xin seemed to be an artist, sitting at the dining table, explaining today’s breakfast to his companions, talking eloquently: "The absurdity is the protagonist of blessings, and the **** face is the ancient panacea...and this Futang bears the blessings from countless candidates in history!"

　　 It took Zheng Qing a lot of effort to hold back and remind the fat man that what he took this morning was a written test of spell learning, and he had not yet reached the practical subject, so he did not need to spend so much effort to ‘purify’ his spirit.

"The so-called'futang' is actually a nutrient solution made by mixing soy milk, egg whites, rosemary, mint and agrimony. It can slightly improve your concentration and keep you awake." Dr. Xiao Da said With ears aside, he quietly explained to Zheng Qing.

At the end, he added: "Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ By the way, if you don’t have much confidence, I suggest you add some accessories to the soup... Many people like to add a few spoonfuls of incense ash from Wenquxing Temple. It’s very effective...If you don’t have access, I can get someone out of Atlas School."

　　 As a ‘faith’-based academy, Atlas College has always had no shortage of gods.

　　 Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously, showing his attitude.

"If you have access, you can buy some goods and sell them in D&K." He seemed to think of something, and added: "Since winter hunting, the school no longer requires everyone to hunt mice or carnivorous beetles. It's sluggish."

　　 "That kind of thing, I'll talk about it after the exam." Fatty Xin interrupted the public-sponsored student grudgingly, and emphasized: "The most important thing for us, and the only thing that needs attention, is the exam!"

　　 Zheng Qing shrugged and glanced at the breakfast in front of the fat man.

　　 It can be seen that the fat man believed in the ‘tradition’ or the ‘folk remedies’ that Xiao Xiao just mentioned. He even referred to some popular sayings in modern occultism and reconfigured his breakfast according to his weight.

　　 For example, the portion of "Fu Tang" placed in front of the fat man is three times more than others.

　　 "Maybe you should prepare a urine bag before entering the examination room." Zheng Qing reminded the fat man at last.

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