Hunting High School

Monday mornings are miserable mornings.

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

But this is the school hospital.

He is still lying in a hospital bed at the school.

The stern Mrs. Bella would not allow a convalescing student to lie in bed.

A gust of cool wind came blowing towards his face, accompanied by the rustling sound, Zheng Qing felt as if own cheeks were being pricked by needles.

He gasped, barely opening his left eye.

A white paper crane was flying up and down between the pillows, jumping endlessly; from time to time, it flapped its wings and came to his cheek, pecking him a few times with its sharp beak.

With a grunt in his throat, the young payer stretched out a hand from under the covers, and grabbed the flopping little thing.

The paper crane patted its wings symbolically, then lowered its head docilely, and spread out its body.

Zheng Qing closed one eye, flattened the paper crane with one hand, and saw the familiar handwriting written on the letter paper by the faint white light outside the window:

"Brother Qing, Rivers and Lakes, help me! In an emergency, I can't go to Lao Yao's class, please help me, thank you later! Also, I know you have a way..."

"Damn!" Zheng Qing let out a long breath of foul air, grabbed the letter paper into a ball, and threw it into the air.

"Xixi!" A guardian elf rushed out like the wind, caught the ball of paper, and shook it in front of Zheng Qing complainingly, with two thin tentacles swirling like a circle.

"I was wrong," the public-funded student followed suit, and immediately raised both hands, expressing the most sincere apology to the hard-working workers: "It's all because of that Fatty..."

God damn Fatty.

I haven't been discharged from the hospital yet, so I just threw such a troublesome thing over.

"Which Fatty? What's wrong with Fatty?" Lin Guo's curious voice came from the other corner of the ward.

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

It is good to be young, less sleepy and more forgetful. What a terrible thing, I slept all night, and nothing happened the next day when I woke up. Yesterday I was lying in the tent depressed and didn't get out of bed all day, but this morning I was alive and kicking again.

"Xin Banner, you know, that Germanician." Zheng Qing lazily replied: "He has something to do in the morning and doesn't want to go to class, so let me skip class for him... Do you have class in the morning?"

He suddenly remembered something, cheered up, 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 when the last get out of class was over, if anyone wants to skip class in the next class, they must prepare to write a 30,000-word essay Mentally prepare." Lin Guo suddenly realized, waved his hands quickly, and repeatedly refused: "Besides, I don't have any shape-changing potions... Do you think the professor is blind? What class do you have on Monday morning?"

"Curse." Zheng Qing pia on the bed again, humming weakly.

"Hmph!" The little wizard let out a short and piercing laugh: "Nine of you have the class of the head of the college? Does that Fatty want to be expelled from the school?"

Zheng Qing pouted, but did not refute.

It is indeed a very risky thing to choose to escape this class on Monday morning.

But since Fatty joined the school's newspaper office, he has become a little distracted. Not only does he often go out early and return late--the nickname is "Caifeng"--he also does some very adventurous things from time to time.

For example, sneakily stay in the Shushan Pavilion for one night, listening to the ghosts singing and composing poems wandering in the corridor of Shushan; 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 Pishui Pill and go to the murloc's lair to do a street interview—— Zheng Qing firmly believed that if Xiao Xiao hadn't called Zhang Jixin to stop him, this Fatty must have become a murloc tribe Bacon for the winter. Even in the reservation, the murlocs had extraordinary control over that great lake.

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

In the spell class on Monday morning, according to the previous plan, Lao Yao would discuss the homework assigned last time and analyze the troublesome 'Yuanchen Guardian Curse' in class.

Zheng Qing squinted, hiding under the blanket, enjoying the last few minutes before getting up, and worrying about how to help Fatty get away with it.

He's not helpless - as Sim Fatty wrote in Paper Cranes, he's got a way.

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

A gray pigeon was swept away by the strong wind outside the house, staggered and fell to the stone platform outside the window. The pigeon flapped its wings and made a restless and hurried cooing sound.

In the ward, an orange figure quickly ran to the balcony, opened the window, and clawed at the pigeon in distress. The pigeon struggled in terror, screamed, jumped and flew, and quickly fell down the window sill, escaping the fat claw.

The orange cat meowed dejectedly, and without closing the window, it rolled back into the ward with its tail drooping, and climbed onto Zheng Qing's hospital bed again.

Tuantuan followed those wizards to the ward last night.

In Xin Fatty's words, Zheng Qing will inevitably feel lonely and cold staying alone in the hospital. Dormitory 403 is obliged to help his companions through this difficult time. After unanimous consultation, it was decided to appoint a delegation representative to accompany all roommates in 403 for one night.

Zheng Qing was very moved, and then he rolled up the fat cat and stuffed it at 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 quilt for him to stretch out, that is enough.

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The cold wind squeezed through the gap between the windows and entered the ward, making Zheng Qing shiver several times in a row.

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

The young public fee student tilted his head, glanced at the fat cat nestled at the foot of the bed, and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

It wasn't until breakfast that he revealed his own plan to Linguo.

"It?" Lin Guo pointed to the fat cat lying on the dining table sniffing millet porridge, looking like a ghost.

Zheng Qing nodded cheerfully, and spread a layer of peanut butter on the own whole wheat bread.

"Three questions." The little wizard raised three fingers with a serious face: "First, does Sim Banner know that you are going to do this?"

"He knew I had a way...he didn't refuse." Zheng Qing picked up a Holy Maiden fruit with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, enjoying the refreshment and sweetness of the morning contentedly.

"Does this cat agree?" Lin Guo put away a finger and glanced at the squinting fat cat who was snoring.

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

"A chicken leg!" Zheng Qing turned to look at Fat Cat. The civet that stayed in their dormitory glanced at him, opened its mouth and yawned big, showing its fangs.

"Three chicken legs! One will be cashed in now, and two will be cashed in when things are done!" Zheng Qing patted the table and found a lunch box from some corner.

Inside the box, an oily chicken leg was still steaming, and it was poured with rich-colored soup.

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

Zheng Qing turned to look at Lingo with a smile on his face.

"The third question, where did you get the transformation potion!" The little wizard widened his eyes, showing an expression of extreme confusion: "Besides, this cat can't talk..."

"Use mimetic characters!" Zheng Qing confidently pulled out his own small gray pocket: "I have used this trick to guard the store since I was in junior high school, and there is no problem at all. As for Tuantuan who can't speak, it's easier to do, anyway, it can understand Just let someone else talk."