Hunting College

If it weren't for Jiang Yu's reminder, Zheng Qing would have almost forgotten the strange wizard who sneaked onto the cat fruit tree that night.

If he still remembered, when he went to the school work committee office in the afternoon, he should reflect the strange wizard to the school, instead of sitting on the small balcony of the dormitory, full of regret.

Yes, regret.

Zheng Qing felt regret after reading Jiang Yu's letter.

The witch thought about him and did dangerous investigations in private, but he didn't tell her when he got new information. He clearly remembered that after the magic text class in the afternoon, the witch used to pack things in the front row of the classroom for a long time, and she saw him a few times in the meantime-maybe she wanted to talk to him about the letter The thing-but the boy was immersed in discussing the letter from the Monteria laboratory with his companions at the time, ignoring this.

The ‘disorder’ of the mentality brought about by this regret made him a little uneasy.

The sun outside the house has not completely set yet.

The sky is still bright.

The room is a bit noisy.

The small sunlight seemed to confine the uneasiness in the boy's heart, giving him the courage to look at the letter more. Then, in the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the wizard took out a pale blue letter paper from the gray cloth bag, spread it on his knees, and scribbled a reply.

In reply, he first expressed his gratitude to the witch for her letter.

This is what he meant, whether it was out of courtesy or the risk he took to investigate the witch privately, he should express his gratitude and gratitude.

In the second part of the reply letter, the boy mentioned the suggestion of the witch, saying that he had just been to the school working committee in the afternoon and filled in the explanation materials-of course, here, he did not say that he was persuading Xiao Xiao and others. Going down, perhaps in an unknown corner of his heart, he hoped that the witch thought they had some tacit understanding. In addition, Zheng Qing also briefly recounted the results of the dog’s blood test in the Monteria laboratory in the letter, and Several speculations by him and Xiao Xiao and others.

Originally afraid of witches worrying, and worrying about how to explain the origin of the dog's blood, Zheng Qing was hesitant to tell Jiang Yu about the foreign **** and the Tindalus hound. But he also worried that Jiang Yu would investigate indiscriminately without knowing it, causing more trouble. There is often this kind of bridge on TV-the ending is often not very beautiful.

So he finally chose to tell the whole story honestly.

In the last part of the letter, the wizard emphasized that the whole matter had been reported to the school, and the school would deal with it accordingly, hoping that the witch would not risk investigating the origin of the dog or that strange wizard.

After writing the letter, Zheng Qing raised his head, rubbed his sore neck, and looked out the window.

The red sun that had remained on the horizon before completely fell behind the horizon, and the sky became bleak. There were a few tall oak trees not far from the window, and the tops of the trees could be seen on the balcony. The evening breeze passed by and the rustling laughter of the leaves came.

All this makes the boys feel a lot easier.

After folding the letter paper into a paper crane, he wanted to stand up, only to find that his legs were numb from sitting for a long time.

Because the reply was written on his knees, the sharp tip of the quill pierced the thin letter paper several times, piercing a small conspicuous red spot on his knee. But in order to avoid being watched and complained by the roommates, the young wizard insisted on completing this task on the small balcony.

Zheng Qing rubbed his knees, stood up, and watched the pale blue paper crane leave the balcony and fly over the top of the oak tree. Only then did he quietly breathe a sigh of relief and turned back to the dormitory.

The lights are already on in the room.

Xiao Xiao was sitting by the bed, rarely reading a book, but playing with a beautiful crystal ball for divination; the fat man was half leaning on the head of the bed, shy of his belly, helping Tuan Tuan to comb his hair.

The fat cat snores, with a group of elves lying on its back.

Hearing the sound of a wizard entering the door, the fat cat just shook his ears, and the elves flapped their wings and flew up, or went to get hot towels, or tea cups and fruits, and a few went to Zheng Qing's bed. Give him pajamas.

"Did you finish writing the love letter?" The fat man licked the cat and asked lazily: "Is it the squad leader Jiang or the senior sister of Korma? Well, it must not be Elena... you have been dumped by her."

Zheng Qing has learned to go in with his left ear and go out with his right ear for such complaints. He will never argue with the fat man.

Some things become darker and darker.

Pretending not to hear or see, but will soon be overshadowed by other topics.

He took the tea from the elf, took a couple of sips, then covered his face with a hot towel, fell on his bed, and groaned comfortably, "I'm so tired today..."

No one ignored him.

Zheng Qing was lying on the bed and didn't want to get up to wash. But it’s wrong to go to bed without washing. In the dim entanglement, he vaguely heard a little movement under the bed.

"Tuantuan, don't make trouble." He muttered in a daze.

"What are you talking about?" Fatty Xin's voice came from another corner of the dormitory. Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds before pulling off the towel covering his face.

After hearing the fat man's voice, he immediately recalled that he had just entered the dormitory, and he clearly saw the fat cat squatting on the fat man's belly.

Since it is squatting on the fat belly, who is rustling under his bed?

It's definitely not his own little elves. Those little guys like cleanliness the most, and they will never go to play under the dirty bed.

Did a rat in the dormitory?

The Rat Race guys in vests? Shouldn't they be able to enter the dorm without an invitation?

Zheng Qing's head crossed the edge of the bed and leaned down to look at the bottom of the bed.

Oh, sure enough.

It's that dog again.

He could recognize the gray dog ​​skin even if it was dusted. Because of the dim light under the bed, the dog's eyes were a little shiny, green and green, like a viper waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing the wizard's head, the dog was excited to stick out his tongue, wagging his tail, sweeping up a piece of dust, and making Zheng Qing choke with a dry cough. He patted the bedboard angrily and made a threatening sound.

The dog was frightened~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and disappeared from the bed with a swish.

"That dog?" Xiao Xiao could easily guess that Zheng Qing was angry.

"Uh-huh." The wizard's head was still hanging on the edge of the bed, and instead of returning to the bed because the dog had left, he lay down a bit more than before.

"Still?"

"I have been scared away."

"Then why are you still lying there?"

Zheng Qing's head was drilled under the bed, and he didn't say a word-so quiet that Xiao Xiao was already worried that his head was so low that he would suddenly die of cerebral hemorrhage.

After several seconds, the voice of the young public student sounded again, announcing that the doctor had just been worrying.

"I seem to see something under the bed..."

Zheng Qing pouted his butt, and most of his head was still under the bed, and his voice seemed a little uncertain.