Chapter 211 Poseidong

The work of cleaning up the green clam ant colony was much easier than Zheng Qing imagined.

All you need to do is use your fork to turn up and smash the small earth bags that are about an inch high, and then collect them into fixed baskets. If there are no requirements for the school's herb garden, in many cases they don't even need to do the work of collecting the fertilizer.

For some students who are highly skilled in magic, they can command their shovel or shovel to work on their own without having to use the noble hands of the magician.

Hemingway never restricted this, but was very supportive.

In his words, only by applying what you have learned can you be worthy of being a scholar in the first university. If you are a 'nerd' who can't even direct your boss, then you might as well work to your death and count balls by the lake.

The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.

Of course, Zheng Qing was not an orthodox nerd. Soon, he learned how to direct the boss to work by himself under the guidance of the old students. This made his work much more leisurely, but the mental exertion only became a little heavier. Every time he returned to the dormitory after work, he would always fall into a deep sleep.

At noon on Thursday, after rolling back to the dormitory from the ant colony by the lake, Zheng Qing quickly fell asleep. There was also an elective class called Fishman Language in the afternoon, and he had to be mentally refreshed before going to class. Time is tight and tasks are heavy. If you want to get the best sleep effect within a limited time, you need to let your soul sink deep enough into the spiritual world.

Wednesday was okay, because Zheng Qing happened to have a low-quality talisman on hand that promoted sleep. With the help of the talisman, he regained his energy in less than half an hour.

But today at noon, because he was really sleepy—the morning pharmacy class and the noon field work were both mentally and physically demanding—Zheng Qing closed his eyes as soon as he touched the quilt. There was no time to use the talisman.

This resulted in that although his eyes were closed, his spirit was not completely silent, and he always maintained a low-intensity, slow active state. In layman's terms, he started dreaming constantly.

The images in the dream are fragmented and jumpy.

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

The old man Verne was leaning on a tall wooden staff, following the hound, shouting at the young wizard.

Later, the dog slowly melted and turned into endless flaming clouds and huge red waves. No matter how Zheng Qing ran away, he could not escape the red envelope.

He climbed over the mountain and walked a long way along the cliff road that was only half a foot wide; he also crossed the river and climbed for a long time on the iron chain bridge as thick as his forearm; he also walked through the vast grassland, one grass nest at a time. From time to time, half of the body was stuck in the mud.

That red color was always unhurried and adorned behind him, keeping him in a state of high tension.

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

Zheng Qing was frightened and trembling. He wanted to defend himself, but his voice was always suppressed by the old school staff.

Then, the faces of Verne and Hemingway began to overlap, gradually melting into a distorted face that looked like the face in "The Scream" by Edvard Munch.

The whole dream ended in a scene of splendor and noise.

Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, and took a few quick breaths. He was still lying under the tent in dormitory 403, without being chased by a dog, and without the old school staff yelling furiously in his ears.

The lunch break must not have passed yet. Through the curtain, Fatty Xin could be vaguely heard chatting quietly with Fat Cat. The sound of another pen tip rustling on the paper should belong to Xiao Xiao.

The young public-funded student took out his pocket watch from under the pillow and looked at the time through the dim light from the gap in the curtain.

It was one twenty in the afternoon, less than half an hour after he fell asleep.

He touched the back of his neck and saw a drop of cold sweat. The head is still very swollen, as if there is a hard balloon sandwiched between the skull. This is a symptom of unrecovered energy.

The boy took a deep breath, muttered something in a low voice, took out a low-quality talisman with his backhand, and slapped it on his forehead.

This time, he slept peacefully.

But unfortunately, there was not enough time left. Zheng Qing felt that just as he closed his eyes, the surroundings became frizzy. At first, a faint glimmer of light flickered through my eyelids, and then I could vaguely hear the sounds of my roommates packing up their books, and then, the sound of their chatting became louder.

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

Before he could make up his mind to open his eyes, a familiar breath suddenly burst into his tent. The fine velvet tickled his nostrils, gradually giving him the urge to sneeze.

But this secret stimulation is far away, making the sneeze linger in the nasal cavity and never be released.

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

The wizard let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the tail of the hair ball that was causing trouble on his face.

"How did you get up here?"

He raised half of his eyelids, looked at the little fox crawling on his chest, and muttered: "Is Mr. Ni Wu blind?"

Mr. Ni Wu is the alchemical beast who guards the dormitory door. He is usually very cold and has a bad temper. He never allows his classmates to bring pets into the door. Although the little fox has a high IQ, Zheng Qing doesn't think it has the ability to muddle through.

"Like Tuantuan, it climbed in through the window." Outside the tent, Fatty Xin's cheerful voice came: "Not to mention, it scared me when it first appeared... I haven't seen it in a few days, Bose Winter has become more capable."

The little fox barked proudly twice, looking at Zheng Qing, as if he was about to praise me.

Zheng Qing scratched its ears, placed it on his pillow, then opened the curtain and got out of bed.

"At least he's almost one year old. There's no reason why Dongdong in my family can't do things that everyone can do." Zheng Qing rubbed his face and repeated the last two words of Poseidon: "Dongdong...dong dong... ...Well, what do you think, if I call it Bo Saidong from now on?”

"Is there any difference?" Fatty couldn't hear the subtle difference at all.

Zheng Qing curled his lips and got into the bathroom, not intending to explain to him.

Dr. Xiao Da's lazy voice came from behind.

"While you were sleeping, Old Hemingway flew a crane for you...it was not encrypted, so the crane unfolded itself after hitting your tent."

"He asked you to go to Stendhal's Herb Garden at noon on Friday, that is, at noon tomorrow. You don't have to hoe the ground. After dinner, you go directly to Stendhal's Herb Garden to report. He said that recently many bees raised in the garden have disappeared for no reason. There happen to be some herbs at a critical moment for pollination, so I asked you to help with artificial pollination.”