Hunting College

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The sound of the coffin board being lifted interrupted the slightly pessimistic last words of the young public student.

Dylan's voice that was lost in the lake sounded: "Tombstone? Where do I want a tombstone? I know an 800-year-old shop, and the tombstone is super beautiful..."

The attraction of cemeteries and death to Mr. Vampire Werewolf is roughly equivalent to the attraction of a gourmet magazine to a fat wizard. It is no wonder that he was able to climb out of the coffin despite the noon sleepiness.

But the reconciliation that came from the coffin—an omen so bad—was so inopportune at the moment that it only made the young public student more depressed.

Zheng Qing made a strange humming sound in his throat, like a whimper, and like a weak laughter, as an answer to the voice in the coffin.

A series of accidents also interrupted the anger that the fat wizard had accumulated for a long time.

He frowned and glanced at the piles of letterheads and paper cranes piled up in front of the young public student, picked up a few and read them, the blueness on his face immediately dissipated a lot.

"Don't think that I will forgive you when you are scolded,"

He groaned, his body gradually recovered to its original shape, and he hummed: "I stopped playing this kind of retreat-forward technique after I was ten years old..."

As he said that, he glanced at the vampire werewolf who seemed to be falling asleep again on the edge of the coffin, with a hint of malice on his face: "Ha, Dylan still doesn't know... Our Senator Su's husband has been found!"

Zheng Qing lowered his head and let him instigate.

"Find...find...find...find?" Dylan Momohuhu heard a few words, his dull brain seemed to be thrown into ice water, and he instantly woke up: "I found it? Who? Is it from our school? Alive or dead? Professor? Researcher? How old are you?"

At a glance, he saw the newspaper in Xiao Xiao's hand, who had just entered the door, jumped out of the coffin like a gust of wind, snatched the newspaper, and read it ten lines at a glance.

Xiao Xiao shrugged and looked at Zheng Qing.

"What are you going to do?" Throughout the dormitory, only the doctor seemed calm enough to know what the most pressing issue was.

"Fuck!" Dylan exclaimed from the side.

"Stop calling, Poseidon is really an accident!" As soon as Zheng Qing said these words, there were four neatly sitting figures sitting in a row in front of him - including Tuan Tuan - while the elves enthusiastically gave a few The 'listener' prepares hot coffee.

Young Gong Feisheng twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyelids, and sullenly explained his special relationship with Su Shijun and Poseidon in a succinct manner.

"That is to say, Poseidon is indeed the child of you and Su Shijun?" The doctor grasped a key point.

"Um."

"And you and Su Shijun have no relationship other than holding hands?" Dylan grasped another point.

"…Um."

"Well, it makes me feel better." The fat wizard's face became much better.

"It's not good at all... There's no way to explain this kind of thing to others." Zheng Qing looked irritable and took a deep breath: "So... no kidding... I want to confirm that it's not a yin year and a yin moon. Is there a chance for a wizard born in Japan to be reborn as a zombie?"

"A normal wizard might do it, but you can't."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf also remembered it, sighing with admiration, picked up the newspaper again, and while reading, scrutinized the young public student, and at the same time did not forget to sarcasm: "Don't think that you will become the husband of the senator of the next month's parliament. , you can do whatever you want, be a vampire if you want to be a vampire, and be a zombie if you want to be a zombie…”

"I didn't want to be a vampire." Zheng Qing explained listlessly.

Dylan turned a deaf ear, and continued sarcastically in a 'respectful tone': "...you can do it! I've lived in the same room with you for a year and a half, and I just don't know you have a family! I'll see you later. You, shouldn't you bow and call 'Mr. Senator'... Wait, the word is ambiguous... How about 'Mr. First'?"

"I'm going to die, what else do I want to do!" Zheng Qing was a little exasperated.

"What about who hasn't died yet?"

Dylan had already read the report. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes and said strangely: "One of the zombies, vampires, and ghost students of the First University counts as one, and which one hasn't died? If you die once, you can When Su Shijun's husband, even in name, do you think how many people in the school will commit suicide immediately?"

Then die more than once!

Inexplicably, this thought popped into Zheng Qing's mind, and then it spread out - it seems that he has died once, it was last time in Yin Lianna's magic circle... Could it be that he was under some curse, and he needed to give every relationship a little bit of help. Do special women die once?

"Ordinary death is the most insincere apology for a wizard."

Dr. Xiao Da helped his glasses and interrupted the wild thoughts of the young public student: "If the time of death is not long, a family with a little accumulation can set up a spirit formation... If the time of death is long, it will be a big deal to reincarnate zombies, ghosts, Bloodlines…"

"Then what do you think I should do!" Zheng Qing had no idea at all, with his hands open, he slumped directly to the ground, like a puddle of water-filled mud.

"Let's take a break, boy!"

The fat wizard snorted coldly and gave a seemingly reliable suggestion: "The sooner the better, it's better to do it now, leave school in the afternoon, at least be able to go home whole... This is the best solution for you now... The big deal is to ask the school Apply, re-enroll next year with a different look and name, and start over from the first year."

"Students won't solve the problem."

Xiao Xiao shook his head and turned to look at Fatty Xin: "If I remember correctly, there shouldn't be a few people who subscribe to the "Daily Horn News" No. 1 University, right?"

"No one subscribes."

The fat wizard corrected the doctor's words: "This kind of third-rate tabloid has no chance to land on Phuket Island... That is, the school newspaper needs to learn from others, so all kinds of publications in the editing room can be seen... When this newspaper was delivered in the morning, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com happened to fall into my hands... In other words, there is a high probability that few people in the school know about the scumbag."

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

"joke!"

Dylan shook a finger and shook his head again and again: "Such a big news... I bet a bunch of mails flew to the school this afternoon, asking every first college student they knew... If I go to class at night When I’m not surrounded by people and gossip, I’ll go to dance next to Linzhong Lake naked at noon tomorrow!”

This vicious oath immediately shattered the glimmer of hope that the young public fee student had just raised.

"Fuckme!" Zheng Qing moaned and slapped Lake on the face.

"It's a little difficult, man."

Dylan patted him on the shoulder, with a hint of pity in his tone: "Our dormitory is full of good kids, without those rarer preferences... I can't either... I'm too old, my heart is tired, and I don't have that interest. If it were four or five hundred years ago, when my misanthropy attacked, I might have responded positively to your request."

Zheng Qing slapped the nonsense guy away.

"Well, compared to the others, there is one more deadly." Dr. Xiao Da pushed his glasses, and his voice suddenly became very low: "The thing about Poseidon...Does the squad leader know?"

Although no name was given, everyone in the room knew who he was talking about.

Zheng Qing could feel a bunch of ears pricked up.

He hesitated for a few seconds, nodded slightly, and replied in a lower voice, "Yeah."

"Huh!"

"sharp!"

"As expected of a scumbag!"