Hunting College

　　 Monday morning is a painful morning.

　　 Zheng Qing listened to the wind whistling outside the window in the bed, every cell in his body resisted the idea of ​​getting up.

　　 But this is the school hospital.

　　 He is still lying on the school bed.

　　 The stern Mrs. Bella would not allow a recovered student to stay in bed.

　　 A cool breeze hits his face, and with the rustling sound, Zheng Qing feels as if his cheek is being pierced by a needle.

　　 He took a breath and barely opened his left eye.

　　 A white paper crane was flying up and down between the pillows, jumping continuously; from time to time, it flapped its wings, reached his cheek, and pecked him with that sharp beak.

　　 The young public-sponsored student grumbled in his throat, put a hand out of the bed, and grabbed the sloppy little thing.

　　 The paper crane patted its wings symbolically, then drooped his head and spread out.

　　 Zheng Qing closed one eye, and ran the paper crane indiscriminately with one hand. With the faint white light outside the window, he caught sight of the familiar handwriting on the letter paper:

　　 "Brother Qing, Jianghu help! In an emergency, I can't go to Old Yao's class. Help me to support me, thank you again! Also, I know you have a way..."

　　 "Damn it!" Zheng Qing exhaled a long suffocated breath, grabbed the letter paper into a ball, and threw it into the air.

　　 "Xie Xi!" A caretaker elves sprang out like wind, caught the paper ball, and shook complainingly in front of Zheng Qing, with two thin tentacles swirling like a circle.

　　 "I was wrong," the public-funded student complied with kindness, immediately raised two hands, and expressed the most sincere apology to the hard worker: "I blame the fat man..."

　　 The **** fat man.

　　 Before I was discharged from the hospital, I just threw such a troublesome thing.

　　 "Which fat man? What happened to the fat man?" Linguo's curious voice came from the other corner of the ward.

　　 Zheng Qing glanced at the little wizard who was wearing the robe, and sighed deeply.

　　 It’s good to be young, sleep less and forget about sex. What a horrible thing, sleep for one night, and nothing will happen the next day. Yesterday, I lay depressed in the tent and did not get out of bed for a whole day. I was alive and kicking again this morning.

　　 "Sin Banner, you know, that Germanic." Zheng Qing replied lazily: "He has something to do in the morning and doesn't want to go to class. Let me help him skip class... Do you have class in the morning?"

　　 He suddenly remembered something, raised his spirits, propped up his upper body, and fixed his eyes on Linguo.

　　 The little wizard understood his plan in the blink of an eye.

"We have a divination class on Monday morning...Oh, I finally understand...Professor Yi warned the people in our class at the end of last class. If someone wants to skip class in the next class, they must do a good job in writing a 30,000-character essay. Psychological preparation." Lin Guo suddenly realized, waved her hands quickly, and repeatedly refused: "Besides, I don't have a shape-shifting potion...Do you think the professor is blind? What class do you have on Monday morning?"

　　 "Curse." Zheng Qing replied to the bed, humming weakly.

　　 "Huh!" The little wizard let out a short, piercing laugh: "You nine have classes with the dean of the academy? Does that fat guy want to be removed from the school?"

　　 Zheng Qing shook his mouth without refuting.

　　 Choosing this lesson on Monday morning to escape is indeed a very risky thing.

　　 But since the fat man joined the school’s newspaper, he has become a little nagging. Not only does he often leave early and return late—the good name is "Caifeng"—but he also does some very risky things from time to time.

　　 For example, staying secretly at the Book Mountain Pavilion for one night, listening to the ghosts sang and poems in the Gallery of Book Mountain; or as a special guest to participate in the "Fresh Meat Feast" held by Dylan's companions.

Not long ago, he even planned to take a water pill and go to the murloc’s lair to do a street interview. Zheng Qing firmly believed that if Xiao Xiao hadn’t come to Zhang Jixin to stop him, this fat guy would have become a murloc tribe. The bacon for the winter. Even if it is a reservation, the murlocs have an unusual control over the big lake.

　　 In contrast, skipping classes does not seem to be such a risky thing.

　　 In the magic spell class on Monday morning, according to the previous plan, Lao Yao will discuss the previous assignments in the class and analyze the troublesome ‘yuanchen guardian spell’.

　　 Zheng Qing squinted, hiding in the bed, enjoying the comfort of the last few minutes before getting up, worrying about how to help the fat man get through.

　　 He is not helpless-as Fatty Xin wrote in Paper Crane, he has a way.

　　 It's just that he lacks a little element now.

　　 A gray pigeon was swept down by the wind outside the house, staggered and fell on the stone platform outside the window. The pigeon flapped its wings and made an uneasy and hasty cooing sound.

　　In the ward, an orange figure swiftly rushed to the balcony, opened the window, and caught the troubled pigeon with its claws. The pigeon was struggling in horror, screaming, jumping and flying, and quickly planted down the window sill, and escaped the fat paw.

　　 The orange cat meowed dejectedly, the window was not closed, and he rolled back into the ward with his tail drooping, and climbed back on Zheng Qing's bed.

　　 Tuantuan followed the wizards to the ward last night.

　　 In the words of Fatty Xin, Zheng Qing will inevitably feel lonely and cold when staying alone in the hospital. 403 dormitory is obliged to help his partners through this difficult period. After unanimous negotiation, it was decided to appoint a delegation to accompany all 403 roommates to accompany him for one night.

　　 Zheng Qing was very moved, then he put the fat cat into a ball and stuffed it to the end of the bed to warm his feet.

　　 For the orange cat, there is not much difference between being in the dormitory and being in the ward. As long as there is a bed for him to stretch, it is enough.

　　 The cold wind squeezed through the gap between the windows and got into the ward, causing Zheng Qing to shiver several times.

　　 He suddenly became sober a lot, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer.

　　 The young public servant tilted his head and glanced at the fat cat nestled at the foot of the bed. He couldn't help but pick up the corners of his mouth.

　　 It was not until breakfast that he revealed his plan to Ling Guo.

　　 "It?" Linguo pointed to the fat cat sniffing the millet porridge lying on the table, looking like hell.

　　 Zheng Qing nodded happily, and smeared peanut butter on his whole wheat bread. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Three questions," the little wizard raised his three fingers with a serious expression: "First, does Shin Banner know you want to do this?"

　　 "He knows I have a way... he didn't refuse." Zheng Qing used a fork to pick up a cherry tomatoes and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying the freshness and sweetness of the morning contentedly.

　　 "Does this cat agree?" Ling Guo put away a finger and glanced at the squinting fat cat.

　　 Tuantuan's head remained motionless, only the tip of his tail swept slightly outside the table.

　　 "A chicken leg!" Zheng Qing turned to look at the fat cat. The civet, who was in their dormitory, glanced at him, opened his mouth and yawned, revealing his mouth full of fangs.

　　 "Three chicken drumsticks! One is cashed out now, and the two are cashed out when you are done!" Zheng Qing patted the table and found out a lunch box from nowhere.

　　 In the box, a greasy chicken thigh was still steaming, and it was topped with rich colored soup.

　　 "Meow!" The orange cat immediately put his paw on Zheng Qing's hand.

　　 Zheng Qing turned to look at Linguo, smiling.

　　 "The third question, where did you get the transformation potion!" The little wizard widened his eyes and showed a very confused expression: "Besides, this cat can't speak..."

"Use mimics!" Zheng Qing confidently pulled out his small gray pocket: "I used this trick to guard the shop in junior high school. There is no problem at all. As for Tuantuan, it is easier to handle. Anyway, it can listen. Just understand what others say."