The work of cleaning up the frog ant hill was much easier than Zheng Qing had imagined.

All you need to do is turn over and smash the small bags of dirt that are inches high, and then collect them in a fixed basket. If the school's herb garden didn't ask for it, in many cases, they wouldn't even have to do the work of collecting the soil.

For some students with excellent magic skills, it is completely possible to command their greepers or shovels to work on their own, without the noble hands of the labor magician.

Old man Hemingway never limited this, but was very supportive.

In his words, only by applying what he has learned can he be a student at the First University in vain. If you are a 'nerd' who can't even command, then you will simply die of exhaustion and calculating balls by the lake.

The words are not rough.

Zheng Qing was certainly not an orthodox nerd, and soon, under the guidance of the old students, he learned how to direct the head to do his own work. This made his work much more leisurely, but his mental consumption became a little heavier, and every time he returned to the dormitory after work, he would always sleep in the dark.

At noon on Thursday, after rolling back to the dormitory from the ant hill by the lake again, Zheng Qing quickly fell asleep. In the afternoon, there was also an elective lesson in Fishman Language, and he had to refresh himself before class. Time is tight, the task is heavy, and if you want to get the best sleep effect in the limited time, you need to let the soul sink deep enough in the spiritual world.

Wednesday was okay, because Zheng Qing happened to have a low-quality talisman to promote sleep in hand, and with the help of the talisman, it took him less than half an hour to recuperate.

But at noon today, because he was too sleepy—the morning pharmacy class and the noon field work were both mental and physical exertion—Zheng Qing closed his eyes as soon as he was under the covers. Didn't have time to use the talisman.

As a result, although his eyes were closed, his spirit did not completely fall silent, and he always maintained a state of slow activity at a low intensity. In layman's terms, it was he who began to dream constantly.

The images in the dream are fragmented and jumpy.

At first, Zheng Qing vaguely remembered that it was a huge hound on fire chasing him and barking wildly.

The old man of Verne, with his high wooden staff, followed behind the hound, and shouted at the young wizard.

Later, the dog slowly melted, turning into endless fiery clouds and red waves that followed the sky for days, no matter how Zheng Qing escaped, he couldn't escape the red shroud.

He climbed over the mountains, walked a long way along the cliff path only half a foot wide, crossed the river, climbed for a long time on the iron chain bridge with the thickness of his forearm, and crossed the vast grassland, one foot at a time, and from time to time half of his body fell into the mud.

The red was unhurried, lingering behind him, keeping him in a state of high tension.

Later, the old man Hemingway appeared out of nowhere, waving a thick pile of materials, shouting at Zheng Qing that his punishment for this month was unqualified and that he needed to work for another month.

Zheng Qing was frightened and trembled, and wanted to justify, but his voice was always suppressed by the old school worker.

Then, the faces of the old man Verne and the old man Hemingway began to coincide, gradually melting into a distorted face, like the face of Edvard Munch in "The Scream".

The whole dream ended in a brilliant and noisy voice.

Zheng Qing's eyes widened suddenly, he sat up suddenly, and took a few quick breaths. He was still lying in the tent of dormitory 403, not being chased by dogs, nor by the old school workers yelling in his ear.

The lunch break should not have passed, and through the tent, you can vaguely hear Xin Fatzi whispering and the fat cat chatting, and the sound of another pen tip rustling on the paper should belong to Xiao Xiao.

The young scholar pulled out his pocket watch from under his pillow and looked at the time through the glimmer of light peeking through the cracks in the tent.

At 1:20 p.m., less than half an hour had passed since he fell asleep.

He touched the back of his neck, a cold dripping sweat. The head was still very swollen, as if there was a hard balloon sandwiched between the skull. This is a symptom of not recovering mentally.

The boy let out a long breath, muttered something in a low voice, and took out a low-quality talisman with his backhand and slapped it on the door of his head.

This time, he slept peacefully.

But unfortunately, there was not enough time left, and Zheng Qing felt that he had just closed his eyes, and his surroundings became frizzy. At first, there was a faint glimmer of light swaying through the eyelids, then the faint sound of roommates cleaning up their books, and then the sound of their chatting became louder.

This means that they are ready to leave for the classroom, Zheng Qing judged in his sleep.

Before he could open his eyes, a familiar aura suddenly rushed into his tent. The velvet tickled at his nostrils, causing him to sneeze a little.

But this secret stimulus is so imminent that the sneeze hovers in the nasal cavity and never releases.

As a result, the sourness of the nasal cavity began to spread, and Zheng Qing's eyelids became hot, as if there was a pool of hot water under the eyelids, and it seemed that he only needed to blink his eyes lightly to squeeze out a string of annoying tears.

The wizard sighed, closed his eyes, and reached out to grab the tail of the fur ball on his face.

"How did you get here?"

He raised half of his eyelids, looked at the little fox crawling on his chest, and muttered, "Fifth Master Ni is blind?"

Ni Wuye is an alchemy beast guarding the door of the dormitory, he is very cold on weekdays, and his temper is also very stinky, and he never allows his classmates to bring pets into the gate. Although the little fox's IQ is not low, Zheng Qing doesn't think it has the ability to fool around.

"Like Tuantuan, I climbed in through the window. Outside the tent, there was a cheerful voice from the fat man: "Not to mention, when it just came up, it scared me a lot...... I haven't seen him for a few days, but Poseidon is long-lasting. ”

The little fox squealed twice proudly, looked at Zheng Qing with his eyes, and looked like he was about to praise me.

Zheng Qing scratched its ears, rested it on his pillow, and then opened the tent and rolled over to get out of bed.

"I'm almost a year old, what Tuan Tuan can do, there's no reason why my family can't do it. Zheng Qing rubbed his face and repeated the last two words of Poseidon: "Dongdong...... Knock Knock...... Hmm, what do you think I'll call Poseidon in the future?"

"Is there a difference?" the fat man couldn't hear the subtle difference at all.

Zheng Qing pursed his lips and went into the bathroom, not intending to explain to him.

Behind him came the lazy voice of Dr. Xiao.

"When you slept, Old Man Hemingway flew a crane for you...... There's no encryption, so that crane unfolds on its own after hitting your account. ”

"He told you to go to the old man Stendhal's garden at noon on Friday, that is, at twelve o'clock tomorrow at noon, and to report directly to the old man Stendhal's garden after dinner. It is said that many bees raised in the garden have disappeared for no reason recently, and there happen to be some herbs at the critical moment of pollination, so let you go and help with artificial pollination. ”