Hunting College

A dark shadow flashed by the window.

Zheng Qing raised his head and found that the orange cat had turned back from the window sometime.

It quietly bypassed the books scattered on the desk, leaped forward, and jumped onto the soft bed of Fatty Xin.

The fat man was sitting at the desk, carefully cleaning the quill pen that would automatically record.

"If everything goes well, you will be able to see the report of this interview in the next issue of the school newspaper." He stuffed the cleaned quill pen into the box and stretched contentedly.

"If everything goes well..." Zheng Qing yawned greatly, feeling lost: "Things never went well."

"Oh, Merlin is here... how do you eat paper!" The fat man suddenly exclaimed from the side: "Poor fellow, we have never abused you before."

Tuantuan lay on the pillow, his tail tightly around his body and motionless, and a red paper crane was sandwiched between his paws.

The paper crane's wings fluttered hard, trying to break away from this terrifying beast.

As if hearing the fat man's scream, the orange cat tilted his head and squinted his eyes, but did not give up the little thing between his paws.

On the contrary, it stretched out its tongue again and licked a few more mouthfuls before the two freshmen could not react.

"Is that a paper crane?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in a strange tone: "Where did it come from."

"If I were you, I would **** the paper crane back first, and then consider these questions." Dylan's voice came out from the tent, seemingly helpless: "Did you not notice, the fat cat? Is the saliva drowning the paper crane?"

Will the paper crane be drowned? This is a magical and philosophical question worth pondering.

But grabbing food from the fat cat's mouth is a very difficult task that is not magical.

Hard robbery is impossible, unless you plan to miss half an hour of class in the afternoon and go to the school hospital to listen to Mrs. Bella's nagging.

However, the lure did not succeed, which caused Zheng Qing's great interest.

"It doesn't need chicken legs anymore!" Fatty Xin looked at the fat cat with a shocked expression on his face, then lowered his head, sniffed the fragrant chicken legs on the plate, and even stretched out his fingers and tore off a small piece of chicken to taste. taste.

"Is it full?" Zheng Qing offered his own opinion.

"It's impossible... when the gourmet has never eaten enough!" The fat man's lips squirmed, puzzled: "The original braised chicken, it's still hot... Why is it not?"

The young public-funded student rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the strange word "gourmet".

"Why does it lick paper cranes?" Dylan was very interested in this question.

"Maybe the origami crane's letter paper has a taste that some animals like?" Zheng Qing guessed.

Xin didn't speak.

He lowered his head and put the plate on the desk.

The porcelain plate collided with the wooden table top, making a clear sound.

"It seems that I have to perform a unique skill." The fat man's tone looked a little gloomy.

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, with a face full of helplessness: "Is there any means to use it soon...A little later, that paper crane will really become a slobber crane."

On the pillow.

The Fat Cat didn't even bother to look at the two young wizards, still lowered his head, licking the paper intently.

"Tarzan is on the top!" The fat man yelled suddenly, jumped up and leaped on his bed, pressing the fat cat under his body.

"Aw...!" Tuan screamed.

"Wow!!" The fat man screamed: "Get started! You have to accompany me with medical expenses!!"

Zheng Qing was taken aback, and then rushed over in a hurry, and pulled out the wet paper crane from a pair of furry paws.

He didn't even care about the slimy saliva left by the fat cat.

The dust fell.

Fatty Xin struggled to get up from the bed, revealing the fat cat with messy fur under him.

"Wow!" Tuantuan jumped up, waving his furry paws, bowed left and right, and slapped the fat man twice.

"Hehe." The fat man was not angry, but raised his hands braggingly and turned to the two roommates: "Did you see? Our fat cat still knows how to restrain himself...neither bit nor scratch."

Zheng Qing looked at the redness on his chubby face, tugged at the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head and looked at the paper crane on the palm of his hand.

The red paper crane nodded weakly, babbling on the palm of his hand, flipping its wings, and suddenly unfolding into a piece of letter paper.

"Is this for you?" The fat man widened his eyes: "Which little girl is it again!"

"Is there only that thing in your mind?!" The young public student picked up the letter paper with a helpless expression.

But soon, his tone was full of surprise: "Oh, it turned out to be a reply from the student union... I only flew paper cranes to them in the morning. I didn't expect to be so efficient."

"What reply?"

"I consulted about the new admission list of the Student Union this year... I was not admitted, I want to ask why."

"Do you want to fly a paper crane for such a mess?" Fatty Xin leaned on his bed with an injury on his face: "Walk a few steps after class to get to the office building... You do this, and you will be embarrassed to say me in the future. Are you lazy?"

"This is what a real wizard does." Sitting in the coffin, Dylan lifted the tent, and looked at the young public student with approval: "A real wizard, never uses crude methods other than magic to deal with trouble."

"Problem." The fat man murmured, curling his lips.

"So, I've been very curious just now." Dylan continued, "Since you are two wizards, why don't you use magic to tie up that fat cat? I remember you all learned the binding spell..."

The figures of the young public servant and the fat man became stiff at the same time.

"I'm not used to using magic yet." Zheng Qing looked at the fat man and whispered.

"I forgot." Fatty Xin opened his hands honestly: "Too many magic skills are also a trouble."

On the bed, the fat cat, who had licked his fur smoothly, opened his mouth and laughed scornfully.

Zheng Qing looked dark, lowered his head, smoothed the letter paper, and quickly read the reply.

"Dear classmate (Zheng Qing), after reconfirmation by the Organization Office, your comprehensive evaluation is insufficient, and I am very sorry that I cannot work with you."

"Thanks for your trust."

"The First University Student Union, Foreign Affairs Department, Minister."

"Your faithful Louise Coty."

Zheng Qing looked at those short sentences over and over, but finally did not see the answer he wanted.

"Shady," he crumpled the letter paper angrily and threw it to the trash can: "There is definitely a shady!"

The fat cat's eyes lit up, jumped in depth, and grabbed the ball of paper.

"Maybe..." Fatty Xin squinted and watched the Fat Cat playing with a paper ball with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Looking at your expression, it seems that I want to grab food with a cat..." Dylan's light voice sounded in the room.

"Why!" The fat man flushed, "I'm just wondering why it licks paper."

"You are not a cat, why do you care so much."

Zheng Qing ignored the bickering of the other two.

The student union's reply signaled that his originally depressed mood was getting worse~www.ltnovel.com~ There was a section on the philosophy of magic in the afternoon.

He decided to go to the classroom early today to see if he could make a new appointment with Jiang Yu.

"Oh, by the way, don't think about me helping bring dinner tonight." Before leaving the house, Zheng Qing turned around and reminded: "You don't need to bring me dinner...I guess I will be back after eight o'clock."

"Why, have you finally figured out how to give the gift out?"

"No." Zheng Qing's shoulders broke down more and more: "It's Lao Yao's homework from last class... I have an appointment with Jiang Yu to test the Fa book together."

"Ouch! Ouch!! Ouch!!!" Fatty Xin's horrible scream resounded in the dormitory, like a big **** that was balled up: "When did you hook up with this queen again! The speed is too fast!"

"What is hookup?" Zheng Qing flushed, and slammed the door out: "The heart of a villain saves the belly of a gentleman..."

Behind him, there were two weird, long laughs.