908: Chapter 256 End of Winter Hunt 908: Chapter 256 End of Winter Hunt “You are still a student, and your current task is to study well in school.”
“There are things you don’t need to know, and don’t need to worry about… Being safe and steady is better than anything.”
“The trouble has been resolved.”
“Afterwards, have a cup of hot tea and bury yourself in your blankets.
When you wake up the next day, all the troubles will have vanished.” Having said this, Mr.
Wu also felt his words were sowhat perfunctory, so he added:
“Of course, if you have any other questions, you can look for the answers yourself.
If you really can’t find them, write them down, and when you return to the store during the sumr holiday, you can ask then.”
“Sumr holiday?” Hearing this, Zheng Qing couldn’t hold back any longer and said, “What about the winter holiday?
It’s less than a month away… Why can’t you tell during the winter holiday?”
“Because you are a cost student, and every year during the winter and sumr holidays, you need to dedicate so ti to complete the community service tasks assigned by the school.” Mr.
Wu patiently explained, “The sumr holiday is longer, so even after deducting the ti for public service, you still have about half a month for yourself… The winter holiday doesn’t work, after deducting the public service ti, you’ll have less than a week to stay at ho and celebrate the New Year.
And during the New Year, I will probably be busy and not in the store.”
Zheng Qing was stunned, only then recalling so of the obligations of being a cost student.
“You could tell now,” the young wizard muttered, his eyes glancing past a Yellow Flowered Cat, unable to resist saying, “Like Brother Huang’s identity…”
“It isn’t a wizard, but it’s also not a cat.” Mr.
Wu interrupted Zheng Qing’s words, briefly explained, then looked up at the sky, and finally said, “Ti is up, I must leave now…
Rember to do well on your exams.”
With that, his figure suddenly blurred, and within monts, vanished from Zheng Qing’s sight.
This small world then let out a long sigh, as if it had been relieved.
The previously frozen ti also ticked twice after that sigh, and resud its tick-tock flow.
The scene before Zheng Qing imdiately ca back to life.
Howling winds, swirling snow, Tree n running around, and teaching assistants shouting brief commands.
The only difference from the last ti was that those four uninvited guests vanished completely as Mr.
Wu left.
Zheng Qing stretched out his hand and touched where Mr.
Wu had just been standing.
Empty.
Almost instantaneously, the teaching assistants within the defensive formation noticed the main enemies had disappeared.
“Where are they?!” Thomas shouted hoarsely, “That bull, and that snake… My Detection Magic didn’t pick up any trace of them!”
“Neither did mine!”
“Nor mine!”
“They vanished completely…”
Alert voices also ca from the other teaching assistants.
Before anyone could reach a consensus, the space suddenly moaned softly, and then the moon in the sky dimd.
Zheng Qing looked up, and as expected, that red cape fluttered again in the space.
“Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!”
Su Shijun rely raised his arm and pressed down, and dozens of white columns of fire mixed with lightning abruptly rose from beneath the snow.
Each column of fire carried a mutated Tree Man.
In just an instant, those wildly furious, unrestrained towering figures turned into puffs of black ash, scattering all around, turning the vast stretches of white snow grey.
“This sandbox space will collapse soon, you all have less than five minutes to evacuate from here,”
Su Shijun’s cool voice echoed mid-air, easily reaching every corner, “Everyone, after returning to the outside world, must remain silent.
The school will arrange for specialists to provide one-on-one guidance for you.”
Zheng Qing touched his nose; this indeed sounded like the usual style of First University.
Just as he was pondering how long the Silence Contract provided by the school this ti might last, Su Daxu’s next sentence in mid-air involuntarily made him shudder.
“…
Zheng Qing, I will take you away.” Behind Su Shijun, one of the foxtails trembled slightly, and the previously standing cost student involuntarily rose into the air—as if he were in an invisible elevator.
“Ah…
ah…
ah!” Watching as the ground suddenly turned into thin air, the cost student couldn’t help but cry out softly, cautiously kneeling down.
Yes, it was just an unstandard kneeling posture.
It was a natural reflex of the body to prevent a fall from a high place.
He would never admit that he was sowhat weak in the legs due to this sudden elevation.
Accordingly, his mind also recalled the terrible experience of disembarking the school’s private plane.
Only, unlike the rapid enlargent of the scene beneath his feet when disembarking the plane, this ti the scenery under his feet slowly shrank.
Just like Xin Fat Man, who initially was the size of a fat man, slowly beca the size of a bucket, a winter lon, and finally the size of a sweet potato.
“Can’t you stand up?” Su Daxu, looking down, eyed the Warlock kneeling before her, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“Um, why did you specifically pick up?” Zheng Qing cleared his throat, stood up, avoiding her gaze, looked down at the bustling figures the size of potatoes below, and asked sowhat guiltily.
The scene of the Witch, just a short while ago, breaking three tails and being beaten bloody by Six Fingers was still vividly imprinted in his mind.
And his own reckless action afterwards was still clear in his sight.
This made him feel a bit more embarrassed and yet sowhat closer to her when facing the Witch.
“Because the Silent Forest is still not safe enough, I need to make sure you return to the school honestly,” Su Shijun eyed the young Warlock with a scrutinizing gaze, her face stern, speaking rapidly, “Also, regarding the educational issue of Poseidon…”
“You decide, I completely agree, no objections,” Zheng Qing imdiately raised his hands.
Su Daxu raised her eyebrows.
“Compared to the first ti I t you, I feel like you’re much more relaxed today,” the Witch, arms crossed, pondered, “Is it because the bruises in your eyes have gone, so you feel psychologically unpressured?”
“The bruises are gone?” Zheng Qing was stunned for a mont, imdiately pulled out a small mirror from the Grey Cloth Bag at his waist, and looked at it in front of him.
As Su Shijun had said, where there were once two tomato-red eyes, now they were clear and distinct again.
Without a hint of red, dark and shiny.
Zheng Qing blinked, nodding thoughtfully.
“Which Warlock carries a mirror with him?!” A low mutter from Su Shijun ca from the side.
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