On Thursday night, Zheng Qing lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

This state has been very rare for him in recent weeks. The reason is also very simple, it is the Spring Hunting in Shanglinyuan that Jiang Yu suddenly mentioned in the afternoon.

The young teaching assistant counted on his fingers. In this busy spring, he actually needed to pay attention to three hunting competitions in a row - the private hunting competition organized by the students, the spring hunting in Shanglinyuan, and the school's customary spring hunting in mid-April.

Think about this time last year

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