Hunting College

Unlike Jiang Yu, who was in a trance and a bad mood, a public-funded student at Jiuyou College seemed more energetic.

Early on Saturday morning, just as the sky was getting bright, Zheng Qing fumbled and got up, put on new robes, fastened new belts, and shiny cufflinks under the service of the elves, and started in front of the full-length mirror. Shut yourself.

"Aren't you going to do morning class today?" Xiao Xiao was awakened by the rustling sound in the room and asked dazedly.

"Oh, yes... there is still morning class." Zheng Qing realized what he had forgotten. He took off his new clothes in frustration, put on the old robe again, and sat on the bed in a daze.

The little elves sat on his shoulders with their chins and wings down, staying in a daze with him.

It's just that the wizard's daze didn't last long.

Being awakened by Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao finally couldn't continue to sleep peacefully, complaining, got up slowly, and began to wash.

"Can't you two be quiet for a while?!" Fatty Xin muttered with his eyes closed. The fat cat lying on his quilt flicked its tail in approval.

Correspondingly, there were two heavy knocks in Dylan's coffin.

"Today is a big day... It will open at nine o'clock, can you still sleep?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but reminded him looking at the lifeless atmosphere in the dormitory.

"The sky is big, the sleep is the biggest...whoo...whoo..." the fat man snored and said vaguely.

Facing the tired and lazy fat man, Zheng Qing was speechless.

So he turned his attention to Dylan.

"Boom."

The young public servant knocked on the coffin board, raised his voice slightly, and asked, "Can you hear us just now? Your board is not good for sound insulation... Do you want to go back and add a layer of cowhide?"

The dormitory suddenly became quiet.

"I, lack of sleep, angry, want to drink blood." A faint voice came from the coffin.

According to Dylan’s schedule, normally, 4 to 7 in the afternoon is the time to wake up, and 4 to 8 in the morning is the time to tidy up the coffin and prepare to go to bed-on weekdays, from Monday to Friday, he will wait Everyone in the dormitory started to sleep after going to class. On Saturdays and Sundays, he might go to bed a little earlier, such as groping back to the dormitory at four o'clock in the middle of the night to open the coffin to sleep.

Last night, in order to go to the Qingqiu Mansion and rub the celestial spirit of the greatest beauty in the wizarding world, Mr. Vampire Werewolf took a short half of the class. This caused him to be miserably cleaned up by the assistant in charge of night lessons in the later class.

In the morning, after dragging his exhausted body and rolling back to the dormitory, not an hour after the coffin lid was closed, he was awakened by the movement in the dormitory again.

No wonder he has such a bad temper.

"That's because you helped Su Shijun pick pumpkins last night." Zheng Qing pouted his lips without any sympathy in his tone: "No one asked you to go, right?"

"You didn't say that at the beginning!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf's voice buzzed in the coffin, and the buzz was full of incredible.

How could there be such a brazen person in the world.

Zheng Qing pretended not to hear Dylan's questioning—or rather, he did, but he didn't care.

"Now that you wake up, get up quickly!"

"It's not a good sign to stay in the coffin with your eyes open!"

"Today our store is about to open! Everyone works hard to improve the opening performance. You can buy any taste of blood you want to drink!"

Zheng Qing banged on the coffin and promised loudly: "I still have a gold card for stray bars... Even if you want to drink some taboo blood, I can help you get it! For example, red blood?"

"It's only five o'clock!!!" Dylan finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, hulled and pushed aside the coffin board, sat up with a bang, drooping his eyelids, and staring fiercely at the young public servant: "I close The eyes are less than an hour!"

Although his tone was full of fire, his squirming Adam's apple obviously minimized the threat of that fire.

"Okay, okay, hold on again." The young public-sponsored student was relieved and added casually, "When I passed by the stray bar yesterday, the stray wizard told me that a few bottles of red blood had been in the store... …The blood of the hundred-year-old Qiu is full of stamina. I guess you will like it, so I made a deposit for you first."

"A hundred-year-old Qiu? The hundred-year-old Chi Qiu is still under adulthood!" Dylan complained weakly, but obediently crawled out of the coffin.

"Anyway, you are already dead. You can't die if you don't sleep for a while." The young public-sponsored student said a silly joke, and at the same time raised his arms and raised the elves above his head.

The elves were laughing together in his palms.

The blood-sucking werewolf drooped his eyelids and glanced at Zheng Qing: "How do I feel that your courage has grown a lot since you came back last night... What did you do yesterday? Did you drink Dragon Mother's Courage Granules?"

Zheng Qingju's hands in mid-air froze there suddenly-in fact, he also felt a little too excited today. But he attributed the reason to the impact of the new store opening.

After all, in his impression, after turning into a cat last night, he stayed on the big locust tree and everything was stable. Nothing at all. At most it was a little white cat, but what effect does that have?

"Illusion." The public-sponsored student laughed a few times: "I have always been like this... It's probably your illusion."

Dylan squinted at him without speaking.

The dormitory fell into a strange silence for a while.

Fatty Xin's snoring stopped at some point.

"Get up and go to work when you wake up." Xiao Xiaoshun, who had just walked out of the bathroom, shook the fat man's face and said, "I don't even snore, I must have woken up~www.ltnovel.com~ I didn't wake up, no Wake up." Fatty Xin groaned, insisting not to open his eyes: "Dylan gets red blood to drink when I get up early, don't I have any reward for getting up early?"

The answer to him was the ruthless voice of the Captain of the Crime Hunting Team: "No."

"Then I'll keep my eyes closed." The fat man opened his mouth and wanted to continue snoring, but the fat cat lying on his quilt pressed a paw on his chin, snoring that he wanted to snor. The sound was blocked back.

"At five o'clock, it's dawn."

"This is when the sun is beginning to show up and rising."

"Today the new store opened. This time is a great opportunity for us... so you have to get up!"

As Xiao Xiao explained, he changed into practice clothes: "I and Brother Qing are going to do morning class. You two go to the store and set up the table... There are more than a dozen cages of mice in the warehouse behind. Remember to brighten their bristles and feed them again."