Hunting College

Zheng Qing has forgotten how he left the "Coffee Cat" shop.

He doesn't even remember if he ever touched the cat in that shop. On weekdays, in that shop, he can keep hitting seventeen or eight cats in succession, and give each of them a big name.

It's just that today, in the conversation between the two witches, he was so exhausted that he couldn't remember the cat up.

"Horrible, it's terrible."

After returning to the dormitory for more than half an hour, he was still muttering to himself, talking endlessly.

Dr. Xiao Da, who had been previewing his homework, finally couldn't help himself. He raised his head and glanced at his roommate: "What are you muttering to yourself? You met Cthulhu? Or did you see the moon pierced by the sword again today? ?"

The last time Sato Guya's eyeballs were pierced by a streamer, most of the school did not remember the incident. Zheng Qing had quietly discussed with Xiao Xiao many times. Therefore, this time Xiao Xiao used this stem to frustrate him.

Zheng Qing stared at the drawings laid out on the desk earnestly, holding the quill and ruler tools in his hands, groaning, without answering Dr.

Fatty Xin, who used to study "Standard Pharmacy: Sophomore", struggled to get up from the bed, got close to the young public student, and looked at his head.

"He is looking at the line chart." Fatty Xin reported to Xiao Xiao, then squinted and analyzed: "The overall trend of the line should be in the process of building the bottom, stepping on the half-moon line, and consolidating for many days. The bottom is very solid, and it looks like it will rebound at any time... But there is a five-day line suppression above it, and it may not be able to break through in the short term."

After the analysis, Fatty Xin turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing with curiosity: "Didn't Professor Yi say that, next Sunday's regular class meeting will check the drawing of the line graph... What are you staring at now?"

"Because the stencil chart is a divination tool before it is an assignment." Zheng Qing sullen his face, grabbed the feather pen and dipped a little ink, and added a long lower shadow on the stencil line today. .

He feels that what happened during the day today has caused great trauma to his soul, which cannot be represented by a long lower shadow.

Fatty Xin smacked his lips, took out a small can of preserved fruit from his watch, and handed it to Zheng Qing's nose: "Don't be sad... You can't go wrong with some sweets when your heart is stuck. It will make you feel better."

Zheng Qing's nose fluttered slightly, smelling the sweet and sour breath floating in the jar, and her mood really improved.

He asked an elf to use a toothpick to insert a sauce-red fruit, put it in his mouth, and chewed it. The strong sour scent stimulated the taste buds, causing a lot of saliva to gush out of his mouth.

Opposite the desk, Xiao Xiao also stuffed one in his mouth, chewing with relish.

"After that, why can't you think about it?" Dr. Xiao Da, who was also in a slightly better mood, decided to act as a confidant elder brother, enlightening and enlightening his own captain: "I remember that you took the elf to see a doctor in the afternoon... Is it because their condition has changed? "

Zheng Qing shook his head: "No, these little guys are very healthy."

A little elf grabbed his earlobe, sat on his shoulder, sang and listened softly. I don't know if it is an illusion, Zheng Qing always feels that the elves he raises seem to have become a bit richer in pronunciation and tones.

"He used to say ‘terrible’ and watching divination. He must have encountered something terrible." Fatty Xin also disagrees with Xiao Xiao’s judgment, but he only said nonsense.

"You always have to tell us what happened." Xiao Xiao was helpless.

Zheng Qing rubbed the line drawing on the bottom of his hand, feeling the traces of different shades engraved by the quill on the paper, with a serious expression. Because the conversation with the witch in the afternoon involved too many secrets, he could not fully retell it.

After pondering for a while, he slowly asked: "You said... If several people are drinking coffee and chatting together, and someone asks a stupid question, what should I do?"

"How many people are sitting together?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Drink coffee?" The fat man also narrowed his eyes.

"He's not the kind of person who would invite boys to drink coffee." Xiao Xiao nodded and glanced at Fatty.

"I haven't heard anyone say that I went out to sit with him this afternoon." The fat man also looked at Xiao Xiao thoughtfully.

"That's why." Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and the answer was ready.

"It's a witch." The fat man slammed a punch on the palm of his hand, affirmed.

"It must be Jelena."

"He said how many people...that is to say there is Jiang Yu? Li Meng? Liu Feifei?"

"Why is he drinking coffee and chatting with so many witches?"

"Isn't Liu Feifei Nicholas's girlfriend? He likes this bite now?"

Watching the direction of the two soulless chats gradually slipping into the indescribable abyss, Zheng Qing was furious: "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't change the subject... I'm not asking about the messy things! And ~www. ltnovel.com~No Li Meng and Liu Feifei!"

The slightly fierce tone and excited movements shocked the elf who had been sitting on Zheng Qing's shoulders, fluttered his wings, and flew up with a swish. Then she floated in mid-air for a few seconds, and finally decided to leave the ‘unstable’ someone temporarily and squeeze on the belly of the fat cat with the other elves.

"Oh, in other words, there are only Eleanor and Jiang Yu!" Xiao Xiao concluded.

"Tsk," there was a hint of pity on the fat man's face: "No wonder he said it was terrible... Indeed, this kind of thing sounds terrible. It's completely repaired. There is no saving value at all. There is no rescue, wait for death and leave."

After all, he actually picked up the textbook and fell back on his bed.

Zheng Qingqiang resisted the urge to take out the Remington cannon and give the fat man a shot. At the beginning, he didn't expect the fat man to give any answers that met expectations.

"What I want to know is, what kind of stupid question did you ask?" Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, his eyes a little bright.

Fatty Xin also got up from the bed again and raised his ears-he didn't know when he had prepared a small notebook and a quill in his hands. It seemed that he was planning to do something like a news investigation.

"Um...that's it, that kind of problem." Zheng Qing was vague, still not sure what to say, what not to say: "In short, it's just some stupid questions."

"It's really stupid." Fatty Xin was very dissatisfied with Zheng Qing's vague remarks.

Zheng Qing ignored him.

"That is to say, you want me to analyze it qualitatively... instead of just discussing the matter and analyzing specific issues in detail?" Xiao Xiao finally asked a little perfunctorily after seeing that he couldn't figure out anything interesting.

Zheng Qing quickly nodded his head and even claimed to be.

Three heads