Hunting College

After the life class on Thursday afternoon, the young public-sponsored students didn't even have time to go to the canteen, so they plunged into the library and went all out to complete the homework left in these two days.

Professor Emma asked each student to copy five hundred "fire" magic texts. Mr. Sima asked everyone to complete a essay on a 10,000-character topic, while Professor Li of pharmacy required everyone to collect 500 grams of Mochizuki sand. In addition, everyone is also required to complete an analysis of the drug properties of Mochizuki in three thousand words.

The sky is pitiful, Zheng Qing never knew that a wizard could still analyze so much nonsense from rabbit shit.

Until 10:30 in the evening, when the librarian began to clear the venue, Zheng Qing was able to withstand 30 magic texts, and at the same time sorted out the references of the "Sixteenth Century New World Expansion Summary".

To be precise, Dr. Xiao Da helped to find the relevant historical reference books-with Zheng Qing's talent for getting lost in the bookshelf gallery, if he were to go through the information in person, I am afraid the octopus who took care of the gallery would not hesitate to reward him. A few fists.

Roughly speaking, Zheng Qing probably spends most of his leisure time in the library on Saturdays and Sundays.

But the trouble is more than this.

The sick leave application for the night patrol on Saturday night was rejected. The person in the office of the school work committee said in a very official tone,'According to the relevant management regulations of the first university, according to the relevant data provided by the school hospital, it does not meet the relevant leave standards, so it is not approved'-so Zheng Qing had to Squeeze more precious time to make up work and participate in Saturday's patrol mission.

In addition, since the life class on Thursday afternoon, people have been circling around to ask Zheng Qing why he fainted. Maybe everyone regards this as a bit of relaxation in the boring study. All kinds of rumors and rumors about the matter are flying in the air.

Some people say that Zheng Qing has just been found to have the physique of a spirit witch. It is well known that the physique of a spirit witch is very sensitive and prone to fainting. Of course, Li Meng sneered at this statement.

It was also said that this was a sequelae of Zheng Qing being attacked by the banshee Nikita on the admission plane. The magical methods are nothing more than this, and the wizards are always overwhelmed.

But the most widely accepted argument is that the people at Alpha Academy have been black hands.

The secret resentment between Jiuyou’s young public-funded students and Mr. Alpha’s Seprano seemed to be spread overnight. Even many students at Alpha College were skeptical about this matter-everyone knows Seprano. Nuo's temper has never been magnanimous.

Those who spread the rhetoric described in detail how Alpha’s students touched Jiuyou’s student dormitory, stole Zheng Qing’s hair, and cursed them with voodoo dolls bought on the black market.

This statement is so true that people from the Jiuyou College Student Union came to Zheng Qing to verify the authenticity of the matter.

"Don't worry, if Alpha's **** really come to our academy to go wild, Lei Zhe will teach them how to be wizards!" The student union secretary slapped his chest vows before leaving.

Zheng Qing smiled and sent away the secretary of the student union, denying all the rumors spread in the university.

Maybe it was the arrogant young master of Taylor's family who used a little trick on himself, but Zheng Qing didn't want to make any more ramifications before completing the transaction with Seprano.

He still has the most troublesome thing to face.

Elena.

I don't know if it was because of the credit deduction that the Gypsy Witch's attitude towards Zheng Qing suddenly became much colder.

Since he was discharged from the hospital and returned to class, the conversation with Elena has not exceeded ten sentences in total.

All day Friday, whether it is alchemy in the morning or practice class in the afternoon, the communication between the two people is always limited to the words ‘OK’, ‘thank you’, and ‘you are welcome’.

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"If this continues, I will be crazy!" Zheng Qing turned around in the dormitory, clutching his hair violently.

"Where's your paper crane?" Xiao Xiao held his chin and squinted at him: "It shouldn't matter if this kind of thing is explained clearly."

Zheng Qing lowered his head in frustration, took out a crumpled letter paper from his arms and spread it on the desk.

Fatty Xin quickly jumped up from the bed and leaned forward.

This is a reply.

There is only one word:

"It's ok."

"Oh, no..." The fat man slapped his tongue again and again: "She didn't even use the exclamation mark... In other words, she was not interested in your explanation at all!"

"How many letters did you write in total?" Xiao Xiao squinted his eyes and looked at the reply letter. After thinking about it for a while, he asked again: "Don't tell me you only flew a paper crane."

"Five seals." Zheng Qing groaned weakly on his six-poster bed.

Dr. Xiao Da was finally speechless.

"I think it's your fault." Dylan finally couldn't lie down in the coffin. He took off his big red curtain, poked his head, and slowly analyzed: "Apologize for this. How can you use paper cranes to do it for you?"

Zheng Qing immediately raised his head thoughtfully.

"You used to fly paper cranes because of other things, you couldn't get out of your body, and it was inconvenient to contact her... now? You use paper cranes to spread the message because you dare not see her!"

"This is fundamentally different!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought just now." Fatty Xin was busy supporting Mr. Vampire's point of view, shouting loudly: "Apologize, apologize, what's the use of just apologizing? Where is the gift!"

"You mean, let me buy her a gift?" Zheng Qing couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

"And you can't simply and rudely say, ‘Ah, Irina, I bought you a gift, and I apologize’... The only result of this is that she will use the tarot card to cut an adult stick!"

"Then what should I say?" The public expense student humbly asked for advice.

"Ahem, as an 1800-year-old man, I have a little life experience to tell you." Dylan pretended to cough twice, and said with a rough voice: "When negotiating, under any circumstances, don't Directly reveal your intentions."

Zheng Qing looked blank.

"The dead wood can't be carved!" Dylan reminded with a helpless look: "I remember that gypsy witch gave you a tarot card before?"

"Right right!" Zheng Qing nodded again and again, and suddenly realized: "That card was originally to help me sleep...but after using it for a while, the blessing above seems to have faded."

"Well," Dylan nodded in satisfaction: "Then you know what to do."

"I'll ask her for a new one!" Zheng Qing pulled out the knight card from under the pillow, and raised his hand confidently: "If she changes it to me, it means nothing!"

There was no sound in the dormitory.

Even Dr. Xiao Da looked at him with a strange look.

"If she doesn't change you, are you still planning to rob!" Dylan finally couldn't help snarling, "Are you apologizing or she apologizing!"

"I apologize." Zheng Qing replied weakly.

"This kind of person can find a girlfriend..." Fatty Xin wailed, slumped into his bed, and refused to look up again.

The orange cat comfortably stepped on his back, stomped his feet, and flicked his tail.

"You should return the gift." Dr. Xiao Da helped his glasses, and calmly reminded: "Let's go back and forth, since she gave you a card, you should return her a gift... This kind of reason is more straightforward than stunned. It's much better to go up and apologize."

"You deserve to be a doctor...you learn more!" Dylan exclaimed Xiao Xiao and shouted at Zheng Qing, "Can you be more mature!"

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly without any objection.

"Then what shall I give?" Before the topic ended ~www.ltnovel.com~ he once again asked everyone for their opinions.

"Eat!" Fatty Xin's voice came out dullly from under the pillow: "There is no more touching choice than delicious."

"Books!" Dr. Xiao Da also gave his own suggestions: "Jacques Rousseau's "Confessions" is a very good choice."

"If you plan to live alone, then buy according to their opinions." Dylan sighed tiredly, and expressed deep concern about the future of the wizards in this dormitory: "If you even want to buy any gifts, you have to consult Others, then I can only say that you are not suitable for this girl."

Zheng Qing silently pulled up the tent, locked himself on the bed, and stopped breathing.

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