Hunting College

In the restaurant in the afternoon, the atmosphere is lively and cozy.

Obliquely in front of the table of Zheng Qing and others, there is a fat customer enjoying the service of the teeth picking wizard; directly behind is a pair of witches and wizards with ears and temples; behind the bar, is the proprietress who is drowsy and dials an abacus while holding her chin. ; Under the window, there was a group of young girls who were chatting and only ordered a large plate of fried rice and a few glasses of cold drinks.

"...What kind of acne do you use now?" A girl with a sharp chin and a thin voice asked her companion: "The Miaojiang series I use now, although the acne removal effect is very good, every time I always feel a little pain on my face after using it."

"That's because the worms in Miaojiang contain some toxins, and my mother doesn't let me use it." Her companion took out a small box from her handbag and put it on the table: "I use the Worm series now... It's okay, and it's not irritating to the skin. How about you try?"

As she said, she opened the lid of the box, dug out a little yellow rice-like paste with her fingers, and wiped it straight to the face of the girl with the pointed chin.

"No, no need." The girl stopped a little, and allowed her companion to apply the yellow ointment evenly on her cheeks.

Yellow ointment touched her face and lived, and quickly squirmed away, spreading flat on the girl's face. In a moment, she lost her vitality and turned into a dry film that fell off the girl's face.

Zheng Qing took a serious look.

Indeed, compared to before the application, the girl's face is obviously new and smoother.

"Well, the face doesn't hurt... As far as I know, worms are the least irritating to the skin on the market right now." Her companion said ostentatiously, and took the small box back into his handbag.

Zheng Qing opened a small book in his heart and recorded their conversation.

The next holiday, he doesn't need to worry about preparing any gifts.

Speaking of the next holiday, the young public-funded student secretly counted the time. Today is February 8th, Sunday, and tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Naturally, there is no custom of giving gifts during the Lantern Festival. But in another week, February 14th is the traditional Western Valentine's Day. On this day, I must prepare a gift for Elena.

It just so happens that February 15th is the time for registration and renewal of tuition fees before the start of school. I should be able to find Elena by then.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but remember that earlier, he came to the northern part of Beta Town by boat and met the Gypsy witch on the boat. After that day, because of all the complicated things, he never invited the witch out to play. I don't know if she will be angry.

In fact, Zheng Qing always feels that the relationship between the two people is a bit awkward-saying that they are a couple, but they are rarely like the young men and women behind him, spending time together. If the relationship is ordinary, who has seen ordinary men and women who have played kiss friend?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of big leaf tea.

The bitter tea ran between his lips and teeth, repressing the sourness in his heart.

Under the window, the conversation between the girls is still going on.

"...Worms feel really good, but the price per unit of worms is about half that of Miao Jiang," the first girl said with a hint of envy: "Unless I can find a public student to be a boyfriend, I can't afford it. That kind of thing."

"Cough," Zheng Qing said in the wrong way that he hadn't swallowed the tea completely, choking him to death. His face flushed with suffocation, and his chest jumped to relieve the pain. But he forcibly suppressed the urge to cough.

In front of them, Xiao Xiao and Xin Fatty, who had been concentrating on the delicious food on the table, gave him a suspicious look.

The fat man swiftly opened his arms and put the food under his arms.

"Pay attention to hygiene! It's a shame to waste!" The fat man widened his eyes and warned very seriously.

Zheng Qing concealed his face and turned to look at the aisle on the other side, hiding most of his head in the shadow below the table level, trying to reduce his sense of existence, and at the same time waved to the two companions to signal that he knew that he was okay. .

The nameless sense of shame told him that as long as he pretends to be okay, after two minutes, everything will be normal.

This intuition is very correct.

In fact, two minutes have not passed.

After only a minute or so, the wind chime ‘jingle bell’ at the entrance of the hotel rang, and as the new guests entered the door, the strange feeling that had been hanging on Zheng Qing’s head quickly disappeared.

"Lady boss, the same way... I'll have a serving of Crucible Frog, add more spicy, and a generous portion of rice." The new guest yelled.

"Wow, Lao Li, who changed shifts early today...How many catties does the frog cost?" The proprietress who had been sleepy behind the bar suddenly woke up, and the abacus in her hand crackled.

"A catty and a half is enough... Peel the frog skin clean and don't have the frog tongue. The side dishes should be pickled cucumbers, and some fried centipedes and fried gecko tails." The new guest exclaimed.

"The cold is severe in winter, so I really should remove the poison!" The proprietress flew like a pen, and soon flew a greasy paper crane towards the kitchen.

Zheng Qing watched the paper crane flying crookedly, and wondered if it would fall into the crucible halfway.

He felt that he had returned to normal now, especially his thoughts.

To prove this, he sat up straight and asked Fatty Xin a question he just remembered: "Why haven't I seen the report of Ms. Pulitzer's previous interview? It's not nearly a week, right? !"

Fatty Xin licked his greasy lips, blinked, and pondered for a few seconds: "The interview is not an instant messenger, it's not so fast. From the interview, to the finalization, to the review, and the final publication, I guess it will be half the time. Month. You will definitely be able to see that report before and after school starts at the latest."

"I would rather never see it." Zheng Qing muttered disappointedly.

He originally expected the interview to be unsuccessful~www.ltnovel.com~Ms. Pulitzer gave up reporting. It seems that he still needs to struggle for a while in the torture of waiting.

"Speaking of it, I'm more concerned about another thing." Fatty Xin picked out a piece of fried chicken from the plate again, gnawed it, and said vaguely: "The Sato you killed on the silent river. Gu Ya’s descendant is the big frog. Why haven’t I seen any follow-up reports? It’s been almost a week, and there isn’t even a piece of tofu... it’s really abnormal."

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, and he always felt that this matter was strange.

As if someone had quietly suppressed this matter.

"Perhaps the school feels that the external environment is complicated now. It is better to do more than less." The young public-funded student guessed: "Just like you just said, the Wizarding League will suppress the negative news about aliens...Satogua It's also an alien."

"It's not human." The fat man dropped the clean chicken bones and licked his greasy fingers, concluded.

"There is no doubt." Zheng Qing twitched.