Hunting College

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After leaving the deep alley where Dr. Duzem lived, Zheng Qing did not find a chance to walk with Jiang Yuyue.

There is no lack of prying eyes around him, like the annoying mosquitoes in the summer night, buzzing, making people unclean; besides, he has another "promise" tonight.

"Later today, I may have the opportunity to go to the cat fruit tree." Before the two parted, the young public student whispered hopefully.

The witch was stunned and gave no response.

Zheng Qing looked at her retreating back, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed in his heart. Did he feel that his voice was too low just now? Or was he not clear enough?

With this feeling of worrying about gains and losses, he hurried back to the dormitory.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, Dylan's coffin had just been emptied, and Mr. Vampire Werewolf still had to go to class tonight; Xiao Xiao had not returned from the library, except for the snoring fat cat and the little boy hanging on the tent. Besides the elves, there was an unexpected figure from Zheng Qing.

Fatty Xin.

"You didn't even go to the editorial office today?"

Hearing Zheng Qing's voice suddenly, the fat wizard seemed startled and shuddered, but when he turned to look at the door, he was full of smiles and greeted in a very loud voice: "Evening, good evening... just came back? Do you want some supper?"

As he said that, he handed the plate of preserved fruit in front of him to Zheng Qing, noticing the stunned look in the young Gong Feisheng's eyes, mistakenly thinking that Zheng Qing did not like eating preserved fruit at night: "...That's right, eating preserved fruit at night will easily make you fat... Dried fruit How about it? Baked mango bean and fried sunflower seeds are all good things to pass the time!"

Zheng Qing suspiciously touched the gray cloth bag around his waist, and it took a lot of effort to restrain himself from the urge to draw the talisman, because out of the corner of his eyes he noticed that the bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling at the door did not react abnormally. .

This means that the fat man is not evil.

But an innocent fat man would never share his delicacy with you—whether it's preserved fruit or dried fruit—for no reason at all—it's not only unscientific, it's not magic.

"What supper at eight o'clock?"

The young public fee was hesitant, and took two steps forward, looking at the fake smile on the fat wizard's face, and finally couldn't help: "If you have something to say, don't scare people here, I'll have to wait a minute. Going out... don't say anything."

Fatty Xin immediately restrained his smile.

"I heard such a sentence in the editorial department, and it makes sense." He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "A celebrity, even if he shits, someone will applaud... I need you to give it to me now. Get some shit."

Zheng Qing was shocked by this strange proposal.

half an hour.

He just tentatively glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and at the same time asked in a low voice: "Is there a shape requirement? I ate some golden needles at noon... Maybe the "texture" will not be so pure. "

Having said that, he touched his abdomen and added: "...And I don't feel it very clearly now, can I pull it later? I'll go out to eat first?"

Fatty Xin glared at him speechlessly.

"It's not really shit!"

He rolled his eyes and tried very hard to maintain a polite smirk, but the crushed lohan bean in his hand clearly explained certain issues: "I mean... among so many people I know, Your "slag value" is the highest, thinking that since you are so powerful, you should understand these things better. "

Zheng Qing jumped up like a cat with fried fur.

"What is a high **** value? What strange words are you inventing?" the young public fee student shouted loudly, awakening the fat cat who was purring comfortably.

Tuantuan shook his ears in dissatisfaction, raised his eyelids, and grimaced at the two boys. The elves swarmed out hot towels, tea, fruit bowls and the like—it seemed to have become a certain kind of stereotype for them, and every time the noise in the dormitory got louder, they always used this method to soothe everyone's emotions.

Works well most of the time.

Like now.

Zheng Qing angrily took the hot towel, wiped his face, and then took two sips of apple juice. The freshness on his face was intertwined with the sweetness in his mouth, and he immediately smoothed out the fire in his heart.

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"The scum value is the scum man's value." The fat wizard explained it very intimately, and the conversation changed: "Of course, this is not the point, I mean, you should be very good at giving gifts to girls? After all, you have So much... right?"

Zheng Qing's heart suddenly suddenly, inexplicably a little guilty.

To be honest, although he has given a lot of gifts, he has never felt that the gifts he has given are so good—such as the bohemian dress for Yin Lianna, the gems for Jiang Yu, and the greeting card for Su Shijun—at best It can be regarded as the word "normal".

Instead, the gifts he received from others were outstanding.

For example, the two talisman guns were gifts from Jiang Yu and Su Shijun after they won the freshman competition last year, and until now they are Zheng Qing's most important weapons.

For another example, the hairballs on the cat fruit tree made offerings to him every now and then, including gems and lost magic books. The young public-funded student couldn't help but feel more guilty when he thought that he used to take the offerings of cats as gifts to others.

The fat wizard didn't notice the slight discomfort on his roommate's face.

I started to ramble on to myself: "That is, you didn't say in the morning...you can't give laurel, what do you mean? If you don't give laurel, what gift should you give?"

That's what happened!

Hearing that you don't need to analyze the gifts you send, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Zheng Qing came back with three points first. Then he remembered that in the morning, Fatty Xin mentioned that Sister Linda from the editorial department of the school newspaper had recently taken on a practical task before graduation and was going to be on duty in the Forest of Silence. At that time, the gift that the fat man prepared was a laurel branch that had been blessed by magic.

But because of the Thanksgiving gifts for the elves, the fat wizard had to remove many leaves from the laurel, which caused the appearance to deteriorate.

"Giving a gift should not only show your sincerity, but also express your heart." After the scruples were gone, the young public student immediately uttered nonsense: "If you just regard that Linda-senpai as a respectable senior, give a gift to you. You can't go wrong with a stack of standard talismans; but if you're going to go a step further, a good-luck "fortifying potion" is far better than a useless bay twig. "

"Fortune potion!" The fat wizard groaned in a low voice, his face full of sorrow: "That kind of high-level potion is too expensive... Will she accept it?"

Zheng Qing's heart moved, and he added: "If you feel that the Fuling Elixir is too expensive, you can give her the talisman that Lao Yao gave you. It is both precious and not expensive, and it is very suitable for her needs."

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