The divination on Monday afternoon still had an obvious impact on Zheng Qing.

Although he pretended to be open-minded in front of Yelena and lied to her that he had changed the problem, this was not the case. He did ask 'will he be expelled from school', and Tarot was pessimistic about it.

This makes young government-funded students more and more nervous in school.

So much so that he only quietly acted as a bystander to what happened to Nicholas now, and did not dare to intervene in it to exonerate Nicholas, lest he lose his few 'prestige' among the students of Nine Colleges and Universities.

Correspondingly, the atmosphere in dormitory 403 has become a little tense.

For several days in a row, Fat Xin was muttering, saying that he was infected by Zheng Qing, and that there was a nightmare tormenting him at night, causing him to sleep badly.

Zheng Qing originally thought that he was just describing insomnia and nightmares at night, until he got up on Wednesday morning, he saw the fat man getting up early for the first time in a long time, holding a small glass bottle in his hand, and a dropper in the other hand, dripping unknown liquid into the bottle in the morning light.

"What are you doing?" asked the public student, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, glaring in confusion.

The two elves, one holding a toothbrush and the other a toothpaste, handed them to Zheng Qing and urged him to brush his teeth. Because they had just gotten up, the elves were also a little confused, flying crookedly.

"I've caught a little nightmare, and I'm concocting it. The fat man lowered his voice, and his tone was a little proud: "In order to catch it, I also stuffed a few ant eggs in my ears before going to bed last night......"

Zheng Qing covered his mouth that was about to yawn, opened his eyes wide, and leaned over. He even forgot to take the toiletries handed by the elves.

"Nightmare?" he exclaimed, "Are you serious? I thought it was just a code for nightmares." ”

"How fresh!" The fat man glanced at his roommate, and snorted loudly: "Could it be that you are paralyzed by your own hands and feet for a short time?"

"From a scientific point of view, it's really a temporary paralysis. Zheng Qing brought his eyes to the glass vial, looked at it carefully, and his tone revealed a deep interest: "But from a magical point of view...... Is this really a nightmare? How do you want to toss it? Hmm, are you sure it's not a spider in the bottle?"

In the end, Zheng Qing's voice was full of thick doubt.

He didn't see any nightmares in the glass bottle in the fat man's hand, only a small colorful spider the size of a fingernail, crawling around the bottom of the bottle.

"Scorpions, spiders, toads, the favorite incarnation of these nightmares. On the other side of the desk, Xiao Xiao also got up, and after hearing Zheng Qing's question, he explained casually:

"Of course, there are nightmares that like to turn into bed bugs or mosquitoes. Nightmares only turn into nothingness when they come into contact with dreams, and they will always crawl around the house in the form of all kinds of ugly little bugs...... For wizards who aren't good at killing insects, they live up to the name Nightmare. ”

"Since it can incarnate into nothingness, how do you catch it?"

"It's all said, use ant eggs. You're going to use two baits for fishing. The fat man was a little impatient, opened his arms, pushed Zheng Qing away, and said, "Aren't you going to go to the morning class......? When I'm done concocting it, I'll give you a good look. ”

Zheng Qing looked at the little spider in the bottle, shrugged his shoulders, stopped joining in the fun, took the toiletries handed by the elves, and entered the bathroom.

If it was really a nightmare that had turned into nothingness and looked terrifying, maybe he could still be a little interested in it. But a colorful little spider is not so interesting. He was tired of seeing this little insect this spring.

Compared with this, Zheng Qing has more important things to do.

Because he agreed with Colmar that the time to explore the secret realm was Saturday morning.

But on Saturday afternoon, he had to work part-time in the professor's office in Monteria, and on Saturday evening, he had a night patrol at Bell Lake, which the school committee did not cancel despite his accident the previous week.

Considering that there are many uncertainties when exploring, there may not be enough time, which brings a small trouble. In case there is a deviation in the time of the secret realm, and he does not return to the school in time by noon, or until the evening, then in order to prevent Professor Monteria or the school committee from deciding that he is maliciously absent from work, he needs to ask for leave in advance.

Professor Montella was very talkative there.

After all, it is a regular laboratory with a very abundant staffing, and as a temporary supernumerary laboratory assistant, Zheng Qing only needs to have a good reason to get the fake note from the professor.

The leave of absence of the school working committee is a bit cumbersome.

He needs to first provide a formal leave application to the school committee, and after receiving a reply for permission, he also needs to find the old man Hemingway, who is in charge of his night patrol duty, and the old school worker will adjust his patrol time.

Because the patrol task of the school working committee was originally a punitive task, there is no such thing as 'asking for leave', and there is only the choice of 'compensatory leave' or 'post change'.

Zheng Qing didn't want to completely change his task, and only planned to temporarily adjust it for one night, so he chose to take a vacation.

This meant that he needed to reschedule his Saturday night patrol to a different time slot to make up for the shortfall with other tasks. The entire application process went on and off for days, and it wasn't until Tuesday night, before he rested, that he received a note from Hemingway in a paper crane.

The strip asked Zheng Qing to go to the lawn on the east side of the lake to find him after class at noon on Wednesday, and the old man would assign him temporary tasks.

Wednesday morning is a magical history lesson.

Mr. Sima talked about the wizarding world after the First Lich War, including the establishment of the 'wizard-demon coexistence system', the major magical organizations in the twenties of the twentieth century, and the 'Source Blood Contamination Incident' that affected the entire wizarding world from 1929 to 1933.

Because of the large-scale source blood pollution, many wizards have degenerated into lichs, which is an important factor in inducing the second great war between wizards and demons, so the content of this class has been repeatedly emphasized by Mr. Sima as the focus of the semester.

In this history lesson, there seems to be still some gap between Xiao Xiao and Mr. Sima, both of them have a straight face and ignore each other.

"As a boy, you should be a little bit more generous. At the end of class, Zheng Qing persuaded the doctor like this.

Of course, he didn't plan to get involved in the affairs between the two of them, and he didn't have a lot of troubles of his own.

After class, Zheng Qing separated from his companions, took a hood, stuck to the shadow of the courtyard wall, and hurried to the place designated by the old school worker.

When he got there, Zheng Qing saw Hemingway, an old school worker who was resting on the lawn, who was waving his head and rhythmically tapping the dirt bags left by the grasshoppers. The gray-white pillars of earth shattered with the whirring of hoes, leaving pits of dirt.

From a distance, the green lawn seemed to have dysentery, and it was very ugly.

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