Hunting College

The sunset in May fell through the glass window on the desk in the 403 dormitory.

The dry daisies in the vase lay in this spot of honey-like color, but they were not alive. The breeze outside the window drove the fine branches, and the sunlight in the room also shook slightly, like a succulent lampworm.

The gaze of the fat cats chased the swaying light spots on the desk, the sharp weapon between the claws popped and retracted, recovered and popped out, looking eager to try.

Fatty Xin stared at the fat cat on his belly worriedly, struggling between his protective robe and being scratched by the cat.

The other people in the dormitory were also staring at the things in front of them, and they seemed very focused. Since Zheng Qing mentioned Linguo’s black goat, the atmosphere in the dormitory has cooled down again. This made young public-funded students. I wondered if I was cursed by some'cold field' effect.

A hunting team that has won the championship will find a black goat in a limited range for a whole week.

It was not found.

Everyone in the Yougui Hunting Team felt dull.

Especially when everyone looked at Linguo's eyes from expectation to disappointment, disappointment again and again.

"call!"

Tuantuan finally gave up waiting, kicked **** all fours, leaped forward, jumped onto the desk, and started chasing the naughty spots. Although it made a very small pounce, it still swayed the solid wooden table a few times. This attracted several attentions in the room.

Xiao Xiao seemed to finally recover from the loss he had just now.

He sighed, opened the drawer, took out a roll of parchment tied with a ribbon, and handed it under the nose of the young public student.

"Almost forgot," the doctor murmured, tearing off the ribbon from the parchment scroll: "...come, help sign it."

"what?"

"A report and an application requesting the school to assist in the investigation."

"The school work committee has refused to help find sheep," Zheng Qing reminded: "I have accompanied Lin Guo to the school work committee's office last week... They said that according to the process, pets missing within one month are not eligible for school assistance Terms."

Zheng Qing felt annoyed when he thought of what happened in the office that day.

Prevarication, negligence, and passive coping are probably things that every organization with a long history and scale will encounter.

"It's not looking for a sheep," Xiao Xiao shook the parchment, and found that Zheng Qing didn't intend to take over, so he spread it out on the desk: "But it is also related to sheep...Have you noticed that in the past week, the school The number of students drinking goat’s milk has greatly increased? This is very abnormal."

Several other people in the dormitory nodded unanimously—except for Dylan, who recently started to like to eat bloodshot beef with a young and strong magician's plasma.

"Why? Did you find something?" Fatty Xin was keenly aware of the "element" behind this incident, and he immediately became energetic. He threw himself up and sat up from the bed, not knowing when he had already grasped the opened notebook and Quill pen full of ink.

"No." The doctor glanced at the notebook in the fat man's hand sullenly, a little unhappy: "The result of a scratching of the eyebrows and beards is a beard. Our main energy should still be placed on Linguo's Dahei..."

Zheng Qing feels that there is no direct connection between eyebrows and beards and chicken flying eggs, but this does not mean that he opposes the doctor's opinion. He also feels a little strange that he likes to drink goat milk recently.

Contrary to him, Fatty Xin put forward a different point of view out of the harshness of a reporter.

"If you remember correctly, the school hasn't issued any health risk reminders recently." He quickly flipped through the notebook in his hand, and a certain part of it was filled with various announcements and notices issued by the school: "...Is it right? Means the situation is within control?"

"Just in case." Xiao Xiao was very cautious about this matter: "In case the school really didn't notice this kind of anomaly...that would be bad."

"I doubt it." Zheng Qing didn't doubt Xiao Xiao's actions, but he suddenly remembered what happened when he went to the school work committee with Lin Guo to apply for an investigation, and couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"The First University is like a giant, or a thunder dragon. When the ant bit his toe, it may not be aware of it, and it may take a month before it can react."

"Indeed." Fatty Xin couldn't help laughing.

"If your investigation report still has space, can you add a little bit of my opinion?" Zheng Qing stretched his neck, glanced at the huge blank space under the investigation report on the table, and began to describe to the doctor that the school committee was dull and bureaucratic. A problem with a full-bodied style-he always wanted to find an opportunity to complain.

"Um... okay." Xiao Xiao nodded reluctantly, but emphasized: "Just add it, I don't know if it is effective... It is very likely that the student union will also have the same style."

Zheng Qing pouted indifferently.

"There is no expectation, naturally it doesn't matter disappointment." His tone is relaxed, and his attitude is also very relaxed: "This is called rabbling rabbits. Even if you make a hit, even if you make a profit... Also, someone has to say something, right?"

"Are you looking for someone to sign it? How many people have you found?" Fatty Xin flipped through the parchment report, and soon signed the report, pushing the report to Zheng Qing, turning his head to look at Xiao Xiao: "need my help?"

Journalists and classmates have extensive contacts, and everyone knows this.

"No, thank you." After Xiao Xiao watched Zheng Qing finish signing, he motioned to the elves to send it to Dylan's coffin, and explained: "Just ask the classmates in the regular meeting to help... …I only need the minimum number of people."

According to the school’s regulations, the application for the school’s assistance in the investigation needs to be signed by more than 30 students before it will be accepted by the student union or the joint meeting of professors.

And Xiao Xiao has collected more than ten signatures~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it is not difficult indeed. Zheng Qing nodded.

Because of this incident, before the evening regular meeting, everyone in the 403 dormitory went to the classroom half an hour earlier than usual. Everyone in the classroom was looking for people to chat, trying hard to rush to the professor before entering the door, ask the students to sign on the parchment.

Basically no one will refuse this kind of benefit without expense.

Perhaps only Li Meng would ask Zheng Qing to buy her an ice cream cone before signing. Zheng Qing agreed on the surface well, turned his head and sued Jiang Yu, then smiled and watched Jiang Yu twist the little witch's face.

The good name said, let Meng Li understand the world's hardships and sinister hearts in advance.

Speaking of Renxin, Zheng Qing paid special attention to Matthew Cullen because of the chat in the dormitory before. Sure enough, the normally personable noble under the moon was a little sluggish today, and his eyes were a little gloomy. It seems that Sir Friedman's loss has affected the young blood of the Cullen family.

It's embarrassing.