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Chapter 37 Is this girl my classmate? !

August 31st, the first day of the eighth lunar month, was sunny with light wind.

Appropriate means getting married, adopting, opening a market, traveling; taboo means breaking ground.

Chang'an Airport.

Zheng Qing counted the odds for a long time with his fingers and was very satisfied with the day chosen by the school.

Before coming to the airport, he made another trip to Hui Zi Ji and carefully asked Pan Luer about how to board the plane.

“Take your boarding pass and ask the ground service staff to change your registration card at any counter where there is no queue, and then follow the instructions on the registration card and get on the plane directly.”

Pan Luer explained lightly, but Zheng Qing sounded worried.

"Any counter can work, why look for an empty counter?" he asked. < /p>

Zheng Qing lowered his head silently and took his own notebook to write down the general process.

"When you are away from home, just ask if you don't understand. Don't be shy. There are many people flying for the first time. There are information desks everywhere at the airport. Just ask a beautiful sister." Pan Luer was impatient. waved him away.

"Can an ordinary airport information desk be used?" Zheng Qing added an accent to the word "ordinary".

"Do you want First University to hang a Wizards Alliance sign at Chang'an Airport?" Pan Luer rolled his eyes and blew the long hair from his forehead flying up.

Zheng Qing was speechless.

He always felt that the way to board a plane should, maybe, need to be a bit wizard-like.

For example, dragging your suitcase against a wall

Or chanting a spell in front of a weird mirror in an abandoned bathroom at the airport

However, Reality is always very simple.

Taking the ticket issuance certificate and finding a counter where no one was queuing, Zheng Qing changed his boarding pass in less than a minute.

There is no baggage check-in, no long waiting time, or even tedious inspections and complicated boarding gates. Zheng Qing just declared an extra pet Ctrip and entered the waiting room with Poseidon in his arms. hall.

The ground service staff in the terminal took him to an entrance and said goodbye politely. Following the signs, Zheng Qing walked through the soft red carpet, the hard aisle, and the soft skin, and quickly boarded the flight to First University.

The cabin is much more spacious than it looks from the outside, with two seats on the left and one on the right. Every two rows of seats are placed opposite each other.

The flight attendants on the plane were all wearing navy blue crisp robes, with their hair in buns and belts, with decent smiles on their faces. They held Dharma books in one hand and guided Zheng Qing to his seat with the other.

Zheng Qing noticed that the Dharma book in the flight attendant's hand was a Bologna-bound volume that he had seen at Shangyuan Book Store. The exquisite patterns and gorgeous flower-dipped mouth looked new and clean.

These stewardesses look very rich.Zheng Qing was secretly speechless. He still remembered that this Dharma book sold for more than 20 jade coins at Shangyuan Book Store, and his full scholarship was only ten jade coins.

Under the guidance of the flight attendant, Zheng Qing found his seat without any effort.

His seat is on the left side of the fifth row, by the aisle. The passengers around him are all in place, and only the window seat next to him is still empty.

Zheng Qing prayed from the bottom of his heart that this seat belonged to a beautiful woman.

The seats are very spacious, and the black leather chairs are soft and make people feel much more relaxed when sitting on them. The armrests on both sides shone with silver-white metallic luster, and when you put your arms on them, you can't help but slide back into your arms.

Putting Poseidon on his lap, Zheng Qing looked at the passengers around him.

Sitting directly opposite him was a short boy with a watermelon haircut and a pair of large black-framed glasses. He was holding a large black hard-shell notebook and writing something quickly. Next to the watermelon-headed boy sat a handsome classmate with a slender figure and a medium ponytail. This classmate was holding a suspicious long package, silently turning his face sideways, looking out the window at the dry cement floor.

Maybe it’s a woman, maybe it’s a man. Zheng Qing looked at the handsome classmate and felt a little unsure. He turned and looked at the two people across the aisle again.

Across the aisle sat a fat, bald man, wearing gray cloth and a string of dark purple longan beads hanging around his neck. He was holding a scroll and shaking his head as he looked at it. The passenger opposite the little monk was lying on the table and asleep. Zheng Qing could only guess the passenger's gender through the exposed burgundy wavy hair.

Looking around, not a single eye met his.

Zheng Qing was bored.

So he took out his talisman from the gray cloth bag, dug out the small table hidden under the armrest, took out his brush and ink, rubbed his hands, and started his daily homework.

The talisman stickers were obtained from the Hui character collection. They have a Hui character grid and yellow paper. Each sticker has 60 pages. Each page has a commonly used talisman, such as to expel ghosts, meditate, ward off evil spirits, and play heaven. , please God, salvation, etc.

The copied talisman can be torn off and used at any time. If it is not used, it can be resold to a paper and pen shop. The six-page intact talisman can be exchanged for a blank book. If there are no mistakes in the whole book of talismans, Zheng Qing can exchange for ten talismans, and Granny Cai from Baicaotang will also give him a piece of red ink or a brush with a smile.

Since the age of ten, Zheng Qing has never spent money on talisman stickers. Even the ink-ink brushes he exchanged from the owner of the paper and pencil shop were enough to last him for many years.

Having a sigh of relief on the ink, I wrote regular script with a brush. I picked up the pen and concentrated on it. After a while, I finished it with one stroke.

Zheng Qing looked at this meditation charm and nodded with satisfaction.

There is nothing more relaxing than writing a charm. If so, then write two symbols.

He picked up the pen again, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Hello." A timid voice sounded in his ears.

Zheng Qing raised his head.

A little girl about ten years old stood in front of him uneasily, dragging a pink trolley suitcase.

The girl had two braids, a pink dress, a pair of white round-toed leather shoes, and a deformed registration card tightly held in her hand.

Loli, Zheng Qing’s heart was roaring.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the watermelon-headed boy opposite him stop the pen in his hand and look up.

"I seem to be in a seat inside." The little Lolita said calmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please come in, please come in." Zheng Qing stood up hurriedly, trying his best to show a kind smile, "Aren't your adults with you?"

< p>While talking, he helped the little girl stuff the pink trolley case into the storage compartment above her head.

Zheng Qing stuffed his heavy luggage into his gray bag long ago. He did not expect that there would be wizards dragging these obstructive luggage.

"Didn't the notice from First University say that parents are not allowed to accompany him to study?" Little Loli's surprised voice sounded behind him.

Zheng Qing let go of his hand, just in time to avoid being hit on the head by the small pink box.

He stuffed the box into the storage bin and slammed the door.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the little loli in front of him.

This girl is my classmate

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