Time passes imperceptibly in chaos and noise.

It has been a week since last Saturday's Qingming Festival, and in the blink of an eye, it is another Saturday, night.

Zheng Qing felt that his time was getting less and less.

Outside of class every day, he had to write homework and complete additional intensive training assigned by his professors – a punishment for his poor exam results last semester as a state-funded student.

If you have a little free time after class, you should pay attention to the operation of the D&K shop. From time to time, the school club federation would also call club leaders like him to meetings and fill out all kinds of useless forms and reports.

In addition, the hunting team's training, meetings, sponsorship, tactics and other work also need Zheng Qing to squeeze out rest time to complete, and sometimes even require him to sacrifice precious sleep time.

Friday afternoons are a little more relaxed, as many people tend to have plenty of time to lie down and rest in the school hospital after practical classes. If you're lucky enough not to be injured, it's not a mistake to take this opportunity to make up for a little more homework. Even a line chart accurate to the second won't tell if you'll have time to do your homework the next day.

On weekends, Zheng Qing is even busier.

On Saturday morning, he was going to turn into a cat and have a meeting with Colmar to discuss how to find the 'Dr. Duzem' who had been banned from school. Until this meeting, Zheng Qing still did not find a suitable way to reveal the information he knew to the witch.

On Saturday afternoon, Zheng Qing needed to work as an assistant in Professor Montella's lab. Although Professor Montella has not yet completely cracked the cause of Zheng Qing's 'pink eye', the young wizard has learned a lot in his laboratory.

On Saturday night, Zheng Qing needed to resume his night patrol of Linzhong Lake — the price he had to pay for leaving the group at random on the last Forbidden Demon Day. 'Luckily', he was quite familiar with this kind of punishment and quickly got his hands on it.

After waking up at noon on Sunday, Zheng Qing gave four or five precious hours of the afternoon to the gypsy witch.

This is the way it should be.

After all, there are no two witches and wizards in love, like him and Yelena, who usually don't get tired of being together in class, and go their separate ways after class, and only on weekends can they squeeze out time, sit politely across a desk, and do their homework together.

That's right, Zheng Qing spends most of his Sunday time with Yelena doing his homework, not the hotel.

Sometimes, he even wonders if the two are in love. Or is it the same when other people are in love? Because the other two lovers he knows—Xiao Xiao and Sima Yangyun, and Nicholas and Liu Feifei—communicate most of the time about studying.

As for other students who are not very familiar with him, because it is a matter of privacy, he is not good at asking others at will, so he can only bury this kind of thing in his heart and be silently depressed. The fantasy state of being in a state of being in a fantasy is just a fantasy after all.

There is also a regular class meeting on Sunday afternoon.

The next day was a new week.

After a brief list, Zheng Qing despaired to find that his schedule was full, his freedom had been drained, and the chaotic pressure was suffocating. He was very envious of Xiao Xiao, who could stay in the library all day without distractions, and also envied that the fat man could wander around the campus with a quill and notepad, looking for news materials, and even for Zhang Jixin, who often came to the Star Academy and then came back to class with a blue nose and swollen face, Zheng Qing sometimes envied him inexplicably for a second.

He often touched his silver pocket watch, imagining that he, like Mr. Wu, could put his finger in it and fiddle with the watch hand to give himself a little more time. Without exception, this imagination comes to an abrupt end outside the sturdy case of the pocket watch.

"Stay focused!"

An old school worker with a white beard and a square face slammed the staff in his hand, glanced at Zheng Qing sternly, and then turned his gaze to the others: "Don't forget what I said before...... During this time, the night patrol of Linzhong Lake is no longer as safe as before, you need to be vigilant at all times, and be careful of those stinky guys in the lake who drag you into the water and pickle you for the winter!"

Zheng Qing quickly let go of his left hand holding the pocket watch, tightened the staff he was holding tightly with his right hand, raised his head with his chest straight, and tried to show his concentration to the old school worker.

The old school worker's name is Hemingway, and he replaced the old Verne who was demoted and transferred last semester due to work mistakes, and became the new leader of the night patrol team at Linzhong Lake. Compared to Verne, Hemingway was more short-tempered and a little harsh. In addition, he does not have a dog and does not like to drink.

"Last semester, we didn't think it was safe to patrol Linzhong Lake at night. Lin Guo muttered quietly behind Zheng Qing.

The corners of the young publicly-funded student's mouth couldn't help but hook. Last semester, Zheng Qing encountered situations more than once, such as fishmen who came ashore, turtles that drained time, demonized kappa, and so on. When you think about it, it's really not that safe.

Old man Hemingway apparently heard the muttering of some little wizard in the night.

"That classmate, if you have any opinions, speak out loud!" He slammed the staff in his hand again, and the qi death wind lantern hanging on the head of the staff was green for a while, illuminating the surroundings.

The old man squinted, looked at Lin Guo, and frowned: "You are in that patrol, why are you in my team?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled the roster out from under his armpit and made a gesture to open it.

Zheng Qing hurriedly trotted a few steps, leaned into the old man's ear and whispered, "Report to the team leader, he is a member of my hunting team...... Our hunting team also received the corresponding safety inspection task from the school working committee, and we happened to have this opportunity, so we took him on patrol together. ”

Because of the protest of the fish-man tribe in Linzhong Lake, which caused a pest and rat commotion on campus, the student union took this opportunity to arrange for each hunting team to strengthen the intensity of night training, and at the same time reached an agreement with the school working committee to merge part of the training content with the campus safety inspection content.

This is a win-win project, and Hemingway naturally knows it.

"Your hunting team?" The old man glanced at Zheng Qing suspiciously: "You are still a first-year student, right, you have your own hunting team?"

Many veteran school workers and even researchers in the school have this common problem. That is, they pay little attention to current events, and only focus their attention on their respective acres and thirds of land. But even if he knew this, after hearing the old man's words of doubting himself, Zheng Qing still felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.

After all, he is also a public scholarship student at the school, won the Merlin Medal, and was the Great Arcana 'World', in this school, the size is also a celebrity.

Of course, these words with gold on the face are definitely inconvenient to say to the old man in person.

"The Sin Hunting Team, the hunting team I organized last year. Zheng Qing immediately took out the badge of his hunting team from his arms: "Last year, in the moon hunting, the freshman competition of the school hunting competition, our hunting team also won the first place. ”

"Oh, that's the cheating hunting party. The old man suddenly realized.

The smile on Zheng Qing's face immediately stiffened.

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