Hunting College

What can an octopus do to you?

If someone asked Zheng Qing this question in the past, he would definitely sneer—Can those soft, boneless animals do something to themselves?

For him, perhaps turning this question upside down has a little sense of answer.

In fact, he can do many things to an octopus.

Such as steamed, braised in brown sauce, fried in sauce, and stir-fried;

Or smoked, braised, braised, fried, soup, boiled, braised;

The taste is heavier, just wash it clean, and cut the dipping sauce raw, so it has a different flavor;

When there is enough time, you can make some small **** and cook a pot of thick soup, which is even more satisfying;

If you don’t want to eat it, you can also put it in a fish tank and watch them crawling around with their eight calves.

When Zheng Qing was brutally treated by the Octopus administrator of the Shushan Pavilion, these thoughts were tumbling in his mind.

A few minutes ago, when Mr. Octopus with eight legs floated in front of Zheng Qing and asked him to go out immediately, Zheng Qing also held a glimmer of hope-perhaps the administrator was not as irritable as everyone said.

"Wait a minute." He stood up very politely and saluted the Octopus administrator: "I will pack my books and leave immediately."

"Very polite young man." The octopus administrator spit out bubbles, and the sprayed font became rounded: "Then I will be lighter."

"Lighter..." Zheng Qing was still chewing the meaning of the word, and Mr. Bazhao explained to him with practical actions.

In fact, the way the librarian treats students stranded in the library because of greed is very simple.

Knocked over and dragged away.

It means literally.

"A few books fell on the ground!" Zheng Qing yelled while holding the book in his arms, struggling.

But except for the octopus not far above, there is no ghost in the empty library.

"It's okay, my colleague will sort it out later." The Octopus keeper grabbed the young public student's back collar and dragged him to the ground. While drifting out of the veranda, he slowly moved back. Spray a bunch of swashes.

"You are violent!" Zheng Qing complained angrily: "Serious violation of campus management regulations!"

"Go and sue me." The Octopus Administrator continued to spray swashes slowly into the air.

"It's hitting someone!" Zheng Qing shouted, throwing his legs on his feet, "I am a student of the school! I am the flower of the wizarding world! You can't do this! I want to see the principal! I want to see the principal!"

The original translucent skin of the Octopus Manager slowly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even became a little black.

"Shut up!!!" Mr. Octopus was steaming on his forehead, waving his fists with tentacles, and rewarded Zheng Qing with a violent storm: "I have never seen you such a noisy newcomer!"

The hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, Zheng Qing honestly closed his mouth.

He soon discovered that being dragged away is actually more labor-saving.

Moreover, all the books can be piled up in your arms without risk of loss.

Therefore, he curled his neck obediently, letting the Octopus caretaker use him as a mop for mopping the floor.

"Slower speed!" Zheng Qing couldn't help shouting as soon as he turned a corner: "Two more books are dropped!"

"Reject." The Octopus spit out two words unceremoniously back.

"Then, can you stop for a while?" Zheng Qing paused, then spoke very sincerely, and asked: "The robe is very expensive. Can I change into something dirty?"

"Reject!" The librarian added a huge exclamation mark to the font this time.

"Can you help me get a few books?" Zheng Qing tried hard to hold all the books he had selected, and asked tentatively, "You have eight arms, and there are still four empty now... You should be able to take a lot of things, right? ."

The administrator finally stopped and put his head in front of the bold new student.

Zheng Qing smiled with a guilty conscience.

The Octopus keeper widened his eyes, and the pair of bulging, dark eyes gleamed in the faint light.

This time, it did not print.

Instead, a huge circle of question marks and exclamation points were sprayed all over it.

Zheng Qing seized the opportunity to hold the rest of his arms tighter, and at the same time carefully avoided the series of symbols to prevent ink stains from getting on his robe.

When he was thrown out of the bookshelf maze, the Octopus librarian didn't spit a bubble, turned and rushed into the depths of the bookshelf maze, leaving only the young wizard who was complaining endlessly.

"Name, class." A stern voice sounded above Zheng Qing's head: "How many times is the alarm triggered?"

Zheng Qing stood up quickly.

In front of him was an old wizard in gray school uniform.

He was holding a notepad in one hand and a pocket watch in the other.

On the board, four or five quill pens were tap dancing happily.

Around the old wizard, four or five red-robed students with frustrated expressions lined up in a row, waiting for the death.

"Zheng Qing, Astronomy Class 08-1, this is the first time to come to the library." Zheng Qing quickly gathered a few books that fell on the ground in his arms, and replied in a proper manner.

"New life." The old wizard's stern face was slightly gentle: "Have you never heard of the "Management Regulations of Shushan Pavilion" before entering the museum? Why are you still staying in it for so long."

"I heard it." Zheng Qing continued to answer honestly: "It's just that I see too many books I like, and I can't help staying for a while."

"The most important thing in the library is not to be greedy." The gloomy librarian looked around at several young wizards who had been thrown out, and warned them in a stern tone: "I suggest you not stay too deep in the library. It is not to limit your learning, but to make you learn better. You must know that a large amount of complex knowledge is the easiest to lose yourself."

Everyone nodded, even claiming to be.

After registering the identity information, the old wizard asked these young people to leave the entrance of the gallery with books.

"Remember, if Mr. Zhang is thrown out of the library of bookshelves three times in a row, he will be prohibited from entering the library within one month." Before leaving, the old wizard warned with a stern face: "After two consecutive bans, he will be prohibited. Enter the library within a year. Do you know?"

"Who is Mr. Zhang?" Zheng Qing quietly turned his head and asked a fat boy next to him.

"It's the octopus." The boy replied secretly.

"Are there any questions?" The old wizard glared at the two.

"Report!" Zheng Qing hesitated again and again, finally raising his hand: "I have a problem."

"Huh?" The old wizard raised his eyebrows.

"Then...Mr. Zhang," Zheng Qing bit his tongue and pulled the title back: "When he took me out, he used violence against me. I think this is inappropriate behavior."

As he said, he pointed to his forehead, and there were clearly visible red marks on it, which were the marks left by the octopus when it hit him violently.

"First, Mr. Zhang belongs to an ancient school professor. In his time, students needed to be educated with rulers and sticks." The old wizard glanced at the red mark on his forehead, bent his finger, and tapped his own note. board.

The dancing feather pens on the board quickly slid back into the chest pocket of the old wizard.

Zheng Qing pondered, this should mean not recording this conversation.

"Secondly, the bookshelf gallery is huge and the affairs are complicated~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ordinary wizards are not up to the task, and great wizards have their own responsibilities." The old wizard had his face straight and explained patiently to these young wizards: Without Mr. Zhang, it might happen that students starved to death in the library. There was a time when the school arranged ghosts to take care of the library. It turns out that the dead received more complaints...mainly in a claustrophobic environment. The horror created is too strong and seriously affects the students' reading. If you have the will, you can make relevant suggestions to the school. Maybe you will like the library guarded by ghosts?"

Zheng Qing turned pale and shook his head frantically.

Octopus wanders in the library, he will only be knocked a few times.

If you change it to a ghost, hehe, that picture will be wonderful when you think about it.

Perhaps the incidence of heart disease in schools will increase rapidly.

"Finally, Mr. Zhang's methods are mainly punishment, and generally do not cause real harm to the students." The old wizard concluded: "So, if you still have objections, you can get a form here and appeal. If there is no objection, just Hurry up and get out! There are still a lot of students in line behind."

Zheng Qing sighed, hugged his pile of books, and walked away dejectedly.