Hunting College

"He really said that?" Xiao Xiao lifted his head from the notebook, pushed his glasses, and asked in surprise.

"You didn't even see the human face. When you come back, tell us nonsense." Fatty Xin looked at Zheng Qing with a scrutiny gaze, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It doesn't matter... it's all a dormitory, we don't Will laugh at you."

"In theory, this is not magic at all." Dylan's head drooped on the edge of his big coffin, holding a small mirror in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, carefully grinding his fangs.

"It's true!" Zheng Qing's face was red and his ears were red, swearing that the day would come, and he swears: "I want to talk nonsense, the sky will thunder!"

Although there is no sun outside, the wizard's oath has always been very effective.

This action dissipated a lot of suspicion on the faces of others.

...

It is eight o'clock on Thursday evening.

It's been a long time since Zheng Qing returned to his dormitory in the Houyuan of Xuefu from No. 18 Gama Street, but he is still discussing the meeting with his roommates a few hours ago.

As the chairman of the Alpha College Student Union and the leader of the club, Augustus has a very tight schedule.

In fact, his meeting with Zheng Qing only lasted fifteen minutes-ten minutes of which were all used by him to tell that inexplicable little story.

In the remaining five minutes, Zheng Qing didn't even have time to finish the cup of less than 50 milliliters of tea on the small coffee table!

Of course, this did not affect his return to Jiuyou Academy with a stomach of doubts and speculations.

Zheng Qing has always been self-aware, and would never mind letting a few well-informed roommates who were born and raised in the wizarding world help him analyze the meaning of Augustus' words.

For example, the big guy's brief evaluation of Friedman and Seprano;

For example, the short story between the ‘righteous intention’ and the ‘sorrowful consequence’;

Another example is the phrase ‘what’s the trouble, you can write to me’.

But what made Zheng Qing angry was that when the discussion began, several roommates didn't care about the cryptic meaning in Augustus's words.

Their attention is more focused on other areas.

Fatty Xin is very interested in the food in the hemophilia’s lair, especially the several premium coffees mentioned by Zheng Qing-ambergris, phoenix nest, and musk-he even complained that the young public-funded students failed to get some from the coffee table. Dim sum is back.

It must be admitted that the fat man's thinking is always very strange.

In contrast, Dylan’s focus is very ‘wizard’. He was very interested in the series of mysterious rituals Zheng Qing went through, including the baptism in the chapel and the crystal ball of Augustus.

"I have long heard that Augustus is a senior astrologer and possesses superb divination skills," Mr. Vampire Werewolf smacked his lips, revealing a pale fang: "You didn't ask this lord to help you. What a huge loss."

"There is a bloodshot on your tooth," Zheng Qing reminded: "Are you eating raw meat again?!"

"Huh... you must be dazzled!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf hurriedly got back into his coffin, pulled out the toothbrush and small round mirror, and started the daily work of polishing and polishing the fangs.

As for Xiao Xiao, he was thinking hard about putting together a beautiful love poem, completely ignoring someone's noisy voice.

After unremitting efforts, several roommates who were thinking off-track finally turned their attention back to the conversation mentioned by Zheng Qing.

So there are a few ridicules at the beginning of this chapter.

"Will I still lie to you?" the poor boy yelled, looking very upset: "He really said there is something to write to him... absolutely right!"

"No, no, no." Xiao Xiao quickly shook his right index finger, and shook his head again and again: "I didn't mean this... You just mentioned that when Augustus was meeting, he said something inexplicable?"

"Something inexplicable?" Zheng Qing frowned, trying to search through the remaining memories in his mind: "It seems to be'destiny...determines everything' and'a nightmare passing by' or something."

The young public servant shrugged, with a helpless expression: "Who can remember such illogical words."

"Bingo!" Dr. Xiao snapped his fingers and pointed to Dylan who was polishing his fangs: "He just said that you didn't ask Augustus to help in the divination. It was wrong... Actually, in the meeting you just met. At that time, that Alpha boss had already helped you predict the future."

"Why don't I know." Zheng Qing looked blank.

"Destiny, nightmare...including passing by." Dylan stopped brushing his teeth and added solemnly: "These words are often seen in divination terms. You will know that after a few more lessons of Professor Yi Up."

This obscure term is not helpful for Zheng Qing to understand Augustus' words.

"What do you think Augustus means by evaluating those two people in front of me." Zheng Qing finally gave up discussing the esoteric topic of divination and turned to another matter: "I was guilty of hearing it."

"The guilty conscience is right." Fatty Xin finally gave up the resentment that Zheng Qing didn't bring back any snacks, sat up straight, and said with a serious expression: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Zheng Qing pointed to his nose: "This genius?"

"Shameless." The fat man snorted: "You are just a freshman, and you have the name of a public student, and you are a good talisman... Augustus talks to you about the most likely succession to'Augu What do two people with the title "Stu" mean?"

This sentence is a bit convoluted.

But Zheng Qing was easy to pass.

It's just that the answer to the question makes him a little worried.

"Because the relationship between you and the two people is not friendly." Dylan sighed quietly, lying in the coffin.

This evaluation is very pertinent, and it can even be said to be very face-saving.

In fact, whether it is Seprano or Friedman, the relationship with Zheng Qing has nothing to do with ‘friendliness’ at all. Whether you can use ‘hostile’ is a questionable matter.

"Maybe, Augustus just mentioned it in passing." Dr. Xiao finally closed his notebook and stretched his waist: "He shouldn't want his two generals and a freshman to be irreconcilable. Contradictions...especially this freshman is still in Jiuyou Academy. Any excessive actions will cause Lei Zhe's vigilance and counterattack."

"So ~www.ltnovel.com~ what does he want!" Zheng Qing was exhausted: "Why can't you just talk about people?"

"Because he is Augustus." Fatty Xin stroked his chin and nodded solemnly.

The room fell silent for a while.

Tuantuan got in from the balcony, ready to jump on the desk and snap.

On its back hung a group of lazy little elves-this fat cat was bought by the little elves raised by Zheng Qing at some point and volunteered to serve as the mounts of these winged races.

It seems that the atmosphere in the dormitory is a little serious.

Tuantuan's raised front paw paused, turned around, and jumped into the bed of Fatty Xin.

The little elves left their mounts in mid-air, fluttered their wings and turned towards Zheng Qing's bed-halfway to Zheng Qing's ears, tugging his hair and rubbing his ears.

This made the originally straight-faced public servant look much better.