Hunting College

The speech on the small square in front of the library did not last too long, but after the speech, the lively discussion and noise among the students could not dissipate for a long time.

Fatty Xin was holding a quill pen and a note board, and the square was full of chaos, interviewing every student who was willing to interview him; Xiao Xiao holding his notebook, watching six directions, listening to all directions, recording everything he could record Write on one side.

Only Zhang Jixin and Zheng Qing are the only two who have no work needs and no hobbies. They just join in the fun. It's just that the excitement took a little longer. When the hustle and bustle on the small square stopped a bit, when the fat man and the doctor packed up and left, more than an hour had passed, and it was 1:10 noon.

According to the schedule of Jiuyou College, the afternoon class is from 14:00 to 17:00, and there are more than 40 minutes before the bell rang for the afternoon Fulu class, and Zheng Qing and his party did not even eat lunch.

"Didn't I let you go for dinner first?" The fat man saw the two companions standing on the periphery of the crowd, and was greatly surprised: "You have been standing here, what shall we eat for lunch?!"

"It's really a cold world." Zheng Qing raised his head, looked at the bare branches and the gray sky above his head, and sighed for a long time. "Do you only have food and writing in your mind? Normal people," Seeing your companions waiting for you for so long, the first sentence should be moved and greetings—for example, “Are you tired after standing for so long?” or “You haven’t eaten yet? I have a lot of delicious food in my watch. Let's eat together!'"

"The cafeteria is closed now." Xiao Xiao took the notebook into his arms and added a half sentence in due course: "So..."

Fatty Xin didn't have an interface, just staring at the young public student blankly.

"Your main purpose is the last sentence." He squinted his eyes, his small eyes were wrapped in the fat of his eyelids and cheeks, almost invisible, but there was no way to stop the sharp look: "How do you know me? Bought fried chicken and beer?"

Zheng Qing blinked and looked innocent: "I didn't know you bought fried chicken beer... I just remember that there are many delicious things in your storage card that can be used for lunch. But I know now."

"Fried chicken is okay, but for beer, we still have classes in the afternoon, isn't it that convenient?" Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and gave his own advice very seriously: "Do you have juice or green tea in your storage card? ?"

"Beer? Do we have a drink at noon?" Zhang Jixin had just been staring at a certain direction outside the crowd, and did not participate in the daily interaction between several other people. He was only interested when he heard his companion mention beer repeatedly. He turned his head and glanced at Fatty's wrist: "Well, now that you are ready, let's have fried chicken and beer."

The fat on Fat Xin's cheek trembled violently. He gritted his teeth hard and spit out three words from his teeth: "I haven't yet..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zheng Qing put up a finger and shook it in front of the fat man's eyes: "You can interview a few of us while eating. As onlookers, we can give you the most pertinent comment."

When the fat man heard the words, his small eyes lit up.

Zheng Qing threw another date at the right time: "I think the doctor must have a very professional point of view... And I, um, my fellow, I am the world of Arcana, if I want to comment a few words, I can do it. Your manuscript has improved a lot."

Fatty's fat fist slammed into his fat palm with lightning speed.

"Deal!" With the agility of a fat man, he dragged Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao to a pavilion not far from the lakeside: "Go, go, let's go to class after lunch!"

Zheng Qing was staggered by him, so she didn't fall to the ground.

"What about the morals?" Zhang Jixin looked at the fat man's back with a speechless expression: "Have you eaten everything?"

"Otherwise, how could he grow so rich." Zheng Qing barely turned back half of his face and greeted him with a smile: "Quickly keep up. Now there is not much time to beat Fatty Qiufeng."

There are many large and small pavilions dotted between the Huanfu promenade by Linzhong Lake. In summer and autumn, there are many young wizards sitting in the pavilions chatting and dating, but there are very few in winter.

After all, it is not a dormitory or study room, and it is impossible for the school to engrave everyone with warm spells in the pavilion.

However, this shortcoming is not a problem for Zheng Qing, the Great Talisman Master. He just took out a few poor-quality warm charms from the gray cloth bag, and solved the biggest problem of the pavilion lunch.

Soon, a few people sat around the small stone table and watched Fatty Xin pull out the tablecloth, tableware, and long-awaited fried chicken and beer from the watch. Finally, the owner was rare to be generous and gave everyone a gift. A plate of croissants and a small plate of applesauce.

"Speaking of it, I was just curious, what have you been staring at a certain direction by the lake?" Before eating, the fat man looked at Zhang Jixin curiously: "I know you are not such a boring guy."

"Did you not see?" Zhang Jixin raised his eyebrows, and shook his head repeatedly: "It's so heartbreaking...I'm watching the people of the hemophilia. You are jumping around in the hall like rabbits, and there is always someone to help. Look at your back. Who knows if the hemophilia guys will suddenly go crazy and throw a bunch of curses on the venue."

"Hemophilia?!" The fat man took a breath: "They are here too? Why didn't I see it?!"

Zhang Jixin added: "Seprano and Friedman are here, but they are standing in a relatively off position, not far from the murlocs..."

"I think they made a special trip to find murlocs," Zheng Qing interrupted on the side: "It doesn't make sense here that a small rally will alarm the only two heirs of the Hemophilia Association~www.ltnovel.com~ They haven't been idle. This point."

While talking, the young public-sponsored student suddenly appeared in his mind a long time ago on a night patrol, and he saw the murloc Ishini and Seprano trading in the glade. Intuition told him that there is a certain connection between these things.

"Do not rule out this possibility." Zhang Jixin shrugged: "But we must always prepare for the worst... Excuse me, give me a glass of butter beer, amber light is better... I don't want to drink Green Bee today."

"I want green tea." Xiao Xiao followed and raised his hand.

"I want juice." Considering that there is still class in the afternoon, Zheng Qing also did not choose beer.

Fatty Xin made a stinky face and took out corresponding drinks to several of his companions.

"I wish Banner good health!" The young public student raised the cup in his hand and blessed loudly. Behind him, those inferior warm charms were bracing a light yellow magic enchantment with wisps of smoke.

"I don't want this." Fatty Xin's mouth was full of fried chicken, and while chewing, he turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "As for today's speech, I want to hear the doctor's opinion."