Hunting College

The dormitory in the afternoon is a quiet dormitory.

The birds outside the window were chattering in the midday, half-opened eyes, nodding leisurely among the branches; orange cats were grouped together, lying on the desk, squinting, enjoying the ease day after day; The little elves hung their wings on Zheng Qing's drapery, like hibernating tree sperm.

There are only two figures in the dormitory.

Zheng Qing leaned on his bed, rolling the Merlin brass medal between his fingers, staring at a small black stain on the ceiling, wondering something.

Fatty Xin was half lying on the desk, looking sleepily as he opened the heavy documents under his hands, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

Maybe it is to divert attention and make yourself more awake.

Maybe just can't understand the brass medal that repeatedly appeared in the field of vision.

Fatty Xin widened his fleshy blisters, and snorted in a long voice, "When are you going to fiddle with that small piece of copper! Did you finish your homework last week?"

Zheng Qing ignored his noise, just blinked.

"I remember that the deadline given by Yao to you is this Friday..." The fat man put his stubby fingers up and bent them one by one, reminding: "Today is Wednesday noon... You have two and a half days left. Go to make up the homework."

The young public-sponsored student finally gave up thinking about life and the world, sighed deeply, looked away from the ceiling, and landed on the fat man next to the desk.

"Are you at ease reading your own book..." he said weakly, "Where did they go, you know?"

"Not good, not good at all. Especially when you are still playing with your bronze plaque." Fatty Xin's head shook the rattle, but he still answered Zheng Qing's question very kindly: "The Great Doctor is not there. My own bed, that must be in the library... As for Dylan, I opened his tent before, and the coffin was covered tightly. I don’t know if there is anyone in it... Do you want to open it?"

Zheng Qing turned his head, the big red velvet curtain of the vampire werewolf was tightly closed, and there was no sound inside.

He quickly retracted his gaze and shook his head vigorously.

"No thanks."

"I think so too," the fat man pulled out a small box of grapes from his watch, plucked one into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I always think that respecting other people's privacy is a basic moral code. "

The grapes in the box have been cleaned, and there are still a few drops of crystal water remaining on the purple-black peel, which shimmers in the sun.

This made Zheng Qing's index finger wide open.

He turned over and got out of bed, pulled his shoes, rubbed against the desk, unceremoniously grabbed a few fruits and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I never knew, you still know the moral code!" The young public-sponsored student snorted in a mocking tone: "Who used my name to cheat the little girl for a group photo these past two days, and then collected a lot of paper Crane is back? Huh?!"

Fatty Xin blinked quickly, hehe smiled, no excuse.

Zheng Qing sighed deeply again, grabbed the fruit box in Fatty's hand, and buried his head in it.

Fatty Xin shrugged laboriously and pulled out another box of fresh fruit from his watch.

"What is it like to be a hero?" He pushed Zheng Qing, who buried his head in the fruit box, and asked suddenly.

Zheng Qing raised his head blankly, slapped his lips, and a drop of grape juice slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Hero?" He chewed on these two interesting words and laughed at himself: "It seems to be true...I remember I have explained to you more than once..."

"Yes, yes, I know, you are not the hero who suppressed the wild monsters, but the shivering Xiaobaisheng hiding in the'Guardian of Oster'." The fat man helplessly interrupted Zheng Qing's explanation again, turning over. He rolled his eyes and emphasized: "The point of my sentence is to feel... Feeling, do you understand? That is... If Jelena accepts your skirt now, you will feel very happy and excited. !"

This example made Zheng Qing's mood worse.

He violently pulled out a tissue, rubbed the juice at the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

It is not so much that he is unhappy with the fat man's words, it is better to say that he is a bit at a loss about the fat man's problem.

Becoming a hero did not bring earth-shaking changes to Zheng Qing's school life.

To be precise, he is still an excellent public student in the eyes of everyone.

It's just a bit more dazzling.

Except that he took the time to accept an interview with the school newspaper at noon on Tuesday, everything is still the same as before, except that students who ask for autographs and take photos are often encountered on campus.

Of course, in the dormitory, everyone's topics for several days have always been around the brass medal.

These things made Zheng Qing gradually forget the embarrassment of being rejected by the First University Student Union, ignoring the head illness that had not relapsed in some days-of course, he is still thinking about how to send the skirt out every day.

Thinking of this, he honestly replied: "There is no special feeling... It's just annoying recently."

"Oh, don't be so perfunctory..." Fatty Xin wailed: "I promised Linda to write an interview... You must say something different."

"Linda?" Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows: "The reporter of the school newspaper in silver high heels?"

"Did you only pay attention to this point?" Fatty Xin raised his head, revealing two nostrils, and said sarcastically: "I think as a hero, you will pay more attention to some unique places..."

"such as?"

"Like connotation! Like thought! Like mind! Not superficial hairstyle, dress, dress!" Fatty Xin waved his arm ~www.ltnovel.com~ with a distressed expression.

"That's very connotative." Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and looked at his roommate carefully: "It's easy to make people doubt something...but that's right, as a Germanic, that blonde beauty It should really suit your taste."

"The taste of fart." The fat man fell on his bed in frustration, his tone full of sadness: "Do you think that goddess will look at me...I just tried to join the school newspaper, I need an article It's just a suitable manuscript."

"I thought that the recruitment of new students for the club had ended yesterday." Zheng Qing said in surprise.

Yesterday, Tuesday was the last day of September, and it was also the day when all clubs in the First University stopped recruiting new students.

Freshmen who have not joined any clubs-such as Zheng Qing-no matter how good they are, they can only wait for the new moon next year to reapply for resumes.

"The school newspaper is not a club, but an office under the Student Union." Fatty Xin muttered: "You can understand it as an outsourcing organization of the Student Union...so there will be a certain degree of flexibility in the employment rules."

Zheng Qing originally wanted to ask why he didn't succeed in joining any clubs, but looking at the frustrated expression on Fatty's face, he finally gave up his plan to stabbing again.

"Okay." He leaned on the desk and sat upright, showing a serious expression: "Then, Mr. Non-famous reporter, if you have any questions, just ask..."

As he said, he raised his right hand and looked at his watch pretendingly:

"My time is very tight, you only have three minutes to ask questions... Of course, since we are old friends, this time will be flexible."

"Hey..." Fatty Xin blinked, showing an eager expression: "I know, Brother Qing is interesting."