Hunting College

In the words of Fatty Xin's conclusion afterwards, Zheng Qing's scream was like a witch being assaulted by a murloc in Linzhong Lake, and he was about to pierce the roof of the dormitory.

Zheng Qing totally disagrees with this statement.

He admitted that he was a little excited when he saw the three pairs of green eyes. That's it. His voice is definitely much rougher than that of a witch.

But what he couldn't deny was that his cry was indeed a little louder, so that even he himself was taken aback, and he shut up immediately after shouting.

"You can't blame me," the young public student held a pillow, sat on the bed, and defended when he was questioned by his companions: "Think about it, I just woke up from my sleep, opened my eyes, and three pairs suddenly appeared in the dark room. Green eyes...it’s scary, okay."

"What's so scary? Ghost? Ghost? Or beast? You are a wizard, these should be commonplace." Xiao Xiao held the notebook in his arms, but the pen in his hand was turned upside down, and his glasses were tilted: "The most scary thing The eyeballs of the demon are all red...what's so terrible about the few green eyes!"

Solemnly sighed.

This is the biggest difference between him and the wizards who grew up in the wizarding world. Even if he learns all the common sense in books, it will be difficult to reverse the habits of ordinary people in the world for more than ten years.

"The timid is the timid, there are so many reasons..." Fatty Xin hugged his arms and wore a nightcap on his head, his eyes yawning with some bewilderment.

"Your own performance is not much better than mine, right." Zheng Qingxu looked at the fat man.

Fatty Xin shrank into the depths of the bed, pretending not to hear these words.

After being awakened by Zheng Qing's scream, several other people also noticed the arrival of unexpected guests in the dormitory-one of the three pairs of green eyes belonged to the dog under the cat fruit tree.

Immediately after Zheng Qing, Fatty Xin was the first to react.

"Huh!"

The fat man patted the bed hard and made a threatening sound. Although half of the bedroom was separated, Zheng Qing still noticed that his face had a blue meaning-which is why, the young Gongfei had the confidence to laugh at the fat man's reaction.

After being intimidated, the puppy disappeared on the desk with its tail tucked in a ‘swish’.

The whole process lasted less than half a minute.

After Zheng Qing recovered, only the other two green-eyed owners were left in the dormitory.

One of them is Fat Cat Tuantuan.

The other is Mr. Vampire Werewolf in the 403 dormitory.

From start to finish, the fat cat held its paws and looked at a few young wizards as demon with confused eyes, not knowing why they became so excited.

Isn’t it just that there is an extra dog in the dormitory—after someone in the house turned into a cat, I didn’t see how panicked everyone was. Could this be the reason why cats and dogs have different status in the minds of wizards? Wizards think dogs are more terrifying?

"So... can I go now?" Dylan held up his law book and carefully interrupted and asked: "I mean, since there is nothing wrong...I'll go now?"

"Why are you going?"

"I'm going to class." Classmate Dylan pointed to the dark night outside the window, with a look of surprise: "Are you all confused? Normally, I go to class at night!"

Zheng Qing stared at the textbook in Dylan's hand for a long while, and his slightly chaotic brain realized that the work and rest time of Mr. Vampire Werewolf was different from theirs. He goes to class at night and rests during the day.

"How did it get in?" Xiao Xiao's slightly hoarse voice sounded again.

Zheng Qing took a look. The notebook was opened in front of the doctor, the quill in his hand was straightened, and the glasses on his face were straightened.

"The windows are closed tightly, no wind can come in." The fat man yawned and replied lazily.

"There is no response to the warning talisman." Zheng Qing glanced at the talisman paper hanging on the bedside.

Then the three of them all looked at Dylan.

"Who?" Dylan looked left and right, showing a bit of a daze: "You said that puppy? I don't know... When I crawled out of the coffin, the dog was squatting on the desk... I thought it was Tuantuan’s friend... it wagged its tail at me."

The fat cat screamed and shook his head lazily.

This means that it doesn't know the dog either.

"That dog wags its tail at everyone." Zheng Qing twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Is there any problem with the dog?" Dylan asked back, and immediately shook his head: "Even if there is a problem, it's just a dog... Why are you so courageous, a puppy scared you all? Chicken fly dog ​​jump..."

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, but found that he could not refute Dylan's words.

Although the dog's whereabouts are weird and its origin is unknown, it is really just a puppy. From beginning to end, it did not show more threat than a puppy.

After a long while, the young public-sponsored student found an idea and barely changed the subject.

"I can accept cats, cats and dogs with green eyes... Why are your eyes green too?" Zheng Qing glanced at the fat cat squatting on the table, then looked at Dylan and said, "If I remember correctly, Matthew's eyes flashed red in the dark, right..."

"Vampires are indeed dark red, but my words can be red or green. It all depends on the mood." Dylan stood in front of the full-length mirror, bared his teeth, looked at his little fangs, and replied casually: "When I am in a good mood. It may be green, in a bad mood, it may turn red... Just like some people’s eyes turn red when they are angry."

"Okay, okay." Banner yawned, pulled his nightcap down, and fell back on the bed, muttering: "Since the puppy has run away, don't worry about it again...Tomorrow It’s not too late to discuss...don’t delay Dylan’s class time."

As soon as the voice fell, the fat man's snoring sounded.

On the other side ~www.readwn.com~ Dylan waved to Zheng Qing, and left the dormitory like a gust of wind.

Zheng Qing looked around, the fat cat jumped to the head of the fat man’s bed, snorted with him on a pillow; Dr. Xiao had a notebook on his face, a quill pen in one hand, and one leg drooping. Under the bed, I don't know if I am awake or asleep.

Holding hot towels and warm tea, the elves fluttered their wings feebly, and served beside the young public servants. Although they are very sleepy, they are as dedicated as ever.

"Not as good as the little elves." Zheng Qing whispered twice, not knowing who was talking about, then waved to the little elves to tell them to go to rest soon: "It's getting late... you go to sleep, I I'm going to sleep too."

The elves dispersed in a rush, and disappeared in no time.

Zheng Qing put down the tent again and lay on the bed.

Tossing and turning.

Frightened for a long time.

He didn't know when he fell asleep.