Hunting College

On the day of the Winter Clothes Festival, Zheng Qing did not go to buy any clothes after all.

It's not that he was shy or that he didn't know what to buy, but when he returned to the dormitory that afternoon, he unexpectedly received two gifts.

One is from the girls' dormitory, and the other is from Qingqiu Mansion.

The gifts were also surprisingly consistent. They were all small clothes that Zheng Qing could never wear. At first glance, they knew they were winter clothes for a certain short-haired cat.

It's just that the winter coat from Qingqiu Mansion has a fluffy tail cover carefully prepared. When the black cat stuffs its tail, it looks like a fox's tail grows out; while the one from the girls' dormitory has an extra white cross. The fur collar hangs on the neck like a lion's mane.

Along with the gift, there were two brief letters.

The content of the letter is also somewhat similar - the letter from Qingqiu Mansion said that there was a surplus of material when preparing winter clothes for Poseidon, so an extra piece was cut for him; the letter from the girls' dormitory said that it was winter clothes prepared for Li Neng. One more.

Poseidon is a one and a half year old fox.

Li Neng said a stuffed bear.

Zheng Qing never knew that one day he would have a 'comradeship' with these two little things. Holding the two gifts, he was overwhelmed with emotion and shivered. Compared with this, he would rather receive a gift. Hit the little grass man with silver needles all over his body.

Fatty Xin hugged the fat cat, and concluded with envy and schadenfreude: "Imagine an honest, young and promising wizard who already has a well-known marriage contract, but on the 'Giving Day', he accepts Arrived for two clothes..."

"For cats!"

Young Gongfei subconsciously held up two small gifts and retorted, "These two clothes are for cats, not me."

The fat wizard shrugged laboriously.

"If that's the case, you shouldn't mind if I write a commentary." With a fake smile on his greasy fat face, he looked extra beaten: "Tell young witches how to identify a scumbag... "

"Be careful with your words, sir."

The public student of Jiuyou College had a serious face, and reminded solemnly: "Using false words to discredit others is a very serious illegal act, and it is not in line with your professional ethics! ... Especially in this sensitive and anxious environment ...It is very likely that your little unintentional actions will cause irreversible and dangerous consequences!"

"you!"

The fat wizard raised his innocent face with both hands, his expression and actions were equally exaggerated: "He actually used words like 'you'! And he actually cared about words like 'violation' or 'morality'!"

"I think..." Zheng Qing cleared his throat.

"That's right! Of course! 'You think'!" The fat wizard put the fat cat heavily on his head with a stern expression: "Our respected 'First Mister', 'Young Master Jiuyou' and 'Young Master Qingqiu', Are you ready to be an irresponsible scumbag when you come to school with a child less than a year old?"

"Absolutely not!" The young public student firmly denied it, trying to prove to the stern reporter in front of him that he did not know Poseidon's identity before entering school.

But before he could figure out how to organize the language, Mr. reporter couldn't wait to come to a conclusion.

"Absolutely not ready?"

The fat wizard's face showed a contented sneer: "You are really not ready to be a scumbag, otherwise you won't be in this embarrassing situation... A real scumbag, he can be like a circus clown, holding two in his hands. Make sure the remaining three **** don’t land!”

The sound of the coffin board creaked slowly rubbed in Dylan's tent. It was the sound of Dylan's classmates who were about to have class at night getting up.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the gap when Mr. reporter's attention was attracted by the coffin board, he sneaked back to his tent with the two small clothes.

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In the next few days, Zheng Qing, who received two gifts, was like a clown holding two **** in his hands. He carefully maintained a fragile balance within his line of sight. Practice the 'justice and equality' of Jiuyou College.

It made him feel like he was walking on tiptoe all day on a very fine wire.

until Saturday.

He finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

At 8 o'clock on Saturday night, Zheng Qing turned into a black cat - it had been nearly a week since he last used Transfiguration, and the sequelae had not occurred for a long time, enough for him to muster up the courage to take another look at the transfiguration potion in the box.

Wearing the ruby ​​ring of the Seven Deadly Sins on the wrist of the black cat's paw, and wearing a small white mask on his face, he passed through countless secluded corners and eaves under the night, and finally arrived today along a route that ordinary wizards would never take. destination, wandering.

As always, it did not go through the main entrance, but found a small gap between the window and the eaves, and got into this black market, which is well-known in the wizarding world.

Unexpectedly and as a matter of course, at the end of that gap was waiting for a courteous multi-armed waiter—so I guess, as a non-famous black market that can survive for a long time under the nose of the first university, it is impossible to stay. There is such a big gap for people to come and go at will. I think that 'road' is reserved for special guests like black cats - seeing a black cat wearing a mask, UU reading www.uukanshu. The com waiter didn't show any surprise on his face, just led the black cat along a secluded passage on the side, went straight to the second floor, and entered a small private room.

This is not the first time Zheng Qing has come here. The decorations are similar. There are groups of chubby light bugs climbing under the ceiling. There is a low coffee table in the middle of the room, a comfortable sofa against the wall, and a small wine kitchen in the corner. with the bar.

On the bar is a must-have gray pointed wizard hat, the one often worn by wandering wizards.

The black cat stepped on the soft sofa skillfully, took a few steps to run, jumped up to the small bar, tilted his head and glanced at the pointed wizard hat that was in the way, and finally kicked it down with one foot, and then squatted on the bar, carefully Look at the wine bottles displayed in the cupboard.

The happy voice of the wandering wizard came from behind:

"You kick the host's hat to the ground when you enter the door. This is not the way to serve as a guest."

The black cat tilted its head slightly, and the wizard hat behind him did not fall on the ground as it imagined, but floated lightly in the air, with a thin black surging under the brim, which outlined the hazy figure of the wandering wizard.

is a projection.

That hat is the medium used for projection.

The thought flashed through the black cat's heart, and after a while, he subconsciously pouted: "Let a shadow receive guests, it's not the reason to be a master."

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