Hunting College

"Why!"

"I'll just ask it, why?!"

"Can librarians do whatever they want?"

"It was Xiao Xiao who spoke! It was also Xiao Xiao who violated the rules! I didn't say a word, I just sat there quietly, honestly! But it was me who was thrown out in the end... How unfair! It's absurd. Is there such a truth in the world? Is it not okay to listen to other people in the library now?"

Until he returned to the 403 dormitory at night, Zheng Qing still looked indignant, as if the whole month's grievances were concentrated on this day, which made him completely explode.

Of course, given the librarian's irascible character and strength, as well as his now somewhat sensitive reputation, the young public-funded student did not make trouble in public places in the end. It was a very wise choice to leave the library and only start complaining when he returned to the dormitory.

So after all, it can only be regarded as a dud without any movement.

"Librarians can really do whatever they want in the library." Fatty Xin leaned on the bed, with a fat cat squatting on his head, holding a dried fruit plate in his arms, sneering and sneering: "As for why, it's up to you to be the first. Mr.''Young Master Jiuyou' and 'Young Master Qingqiu'... The entire Jiuyou College, no, it is the No. 1 university in the whole, you have caused more troubles than anyone else, caused more trouble than anyone else, and you are also the enemy of the match. More than anyone else, on your condition, is it too much to throw you out of the library?"

"It's not too much." Dylan's head drooped on the edge of the coffin, with a vicious voice.

"Do you need any other reason?" The fat wizard raised his voice and continued to ask as if he was singing an opera.

"No need!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf showed his small white fangs and looked gloomily at the young public student: "According to what I heard at the party under the moon, it is not too much for some people to burn a hundred times!"

"A hundred times, ah, a hundred times." Fatty Xin seemed to be sighing, shaking his head again and again, with a sympathetic look.

Behind the desk, Dr. Xiao Da, another protagonist in Zheng Qing's remarks, raised his glasses and added in a low voice, "I heard from my classmates who used to work and study in the library together, that you are staying in the library. At times, the crowds outside the library and the frequency of walking and whispering in the library will unexpectedly increase a lot... It makes the administrators very annoyed... So it's not surprising that Mr. Zhang finds an excuse to throw you out. "

The little bit of anger that Zheng Qing had managed to build up was completely vented by a few small screwdrivers one after another, and he was powerless to fight back.

That's right, compared with the group of people who burned him to death, Mr. Zhang from the library immediately appeared kind-hearted and had a much more amiable attitude.

He mourned for himself for three seconds in the bottom of his heart, then raised his head and looked at Xiao Xiao: "Before you said that the sequelae of changing a cat is the habit of contaminating cats... Is excellent hearing also a cat's habit?"

While speaking, he couldn't help raising his hand to touch his ears, always suspecting that they would suddenly become furry at some point.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

Xiao Xiao's expression became a little serious: "As I said before, so far, wizards do not have a very precise treatment plan for this kind of symptoms, the reason is that its pathogenesis is not clear enough, and the range of symptoms is very wide... I can only say , anything is possible.”

Zheng Qing sighed heavily, resisting the urge to touch the box of transformation potion in the gray cloth bag - now, he can successfully turn into a cat just by looking at the potion.

Thinking of the cat fruit tree, he felt a little itchy on his back, and he couldn't help scratching it, but was horrified to find that a slightly thicker layer of hair appeared on his back at some point.

He was so frightened that he jumped back to his bed immediately.

"You don't do your homework anymore?" The fat wizard looked at the swaying curtain in surprise: "Before the doctor came back, you were still talking about copying his homework."

"I can write the homework myself!" In the tent, the young public Feisheng hurriedly slapped the meditation amulet on himself, and replied in a vicious voice, "Quiet!"

The fat wizard shrugged, took out a small biscuit from the fruit bowl, and handed it to the top of his head. Tuantuan who was squatting on his head closed his eyes, rolled his tongue, and rolled the small biscuit into his mouth, his cheeks slowly wriggling.

Mr. Vampire Werewolf, who was hanging on the edge of the coffin and didn't want to get up, suddenly sniffed and turned to look at Zheng Qing's bed.

"I said," he kindly reminded: "Our young master Qingqiu, please don't play with fire on the bed, be careful to wet the bed... Have you been cursed collectively? How many talismans were used in one breath!"

"No...Sleep, sleep!"

The young public fee student answered vaguely, sighed heavily, and his voice was somewhat rejoicing - fortunately, he found out early, so he wouldn't go to class tomorrow morning with a black face on his face.

After using more than a dozen 'Meditation Talismans', 'Soothing Talismans', 'Evil Amulet', 'Cleansing Talisman' and other talismans with different uses, he finally got rid of the slightly thick black hair that just emerged.

Considering that there is no way to go to the cat fruit tree tonight, Zheng Qing hesitated before going to bed, but quietly gave Jiang Yufei a paper crane. To be honest, he has used too much transfiguration recently, and he needs to stop for a while to avoid magic backlash, so on and so forth. .

In the middle of the night, the wizard slept in a daze, dreaming that he was hanged at the stake by a group of lunatics to realize the true meaning of Bing Ding, but I don't know why today's flames keep going around his body, burning his ears, burning his ears hot. pain.

After a long time of pain, he finally woke up from his dream, only to find that a paper crane the size of a palm was lying beside his ear at some point, jumping on the pillow, constantly pecking at his ear.

Ears were about to be pecked out.

Hissing, he took down the overly lively paper crane with a little moonlight leaking from the gap between the curtains.

Not much in the letter:

"Moonlight magic essential oil can alleviate the post-transfiguration sequelae to a certain extent. There is a post at the end of the letter for trial use. Ingredients: camellia oil, moon flower, vermilion juice, passion fruit ground powder, salivarius and blackfish oil; the preparation method is recorded in The Dictionary of Shamanic Magic 1742nd ed., p. 139. Good night."

The handwriting on the stationery is very familiar, UU reading www.uukanshu. com's thin brushstrokes exude a quiet fragrance.

Zheng Qing stroked the few lines of small words, and his whole body woke up instantly, turned to the end of the letter, and sure enough, a small piece of medicine sticker was attached, with a line of small words next to it, "Just stick it on one side of the temple".

He tore off the protective layer without hesitation and stuck the magic essential oil on his temples. Sisi coolness penetrated into his spirit with the medicine patch, refreshing.

The boy lay back on the bed and forced himself to close his eyes.

"Good night."

He muttered silently, as if speaking to himself or to someone, with a smile involuntarily raised at the corner of his mouth, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The last thought on my mind was that he was going to the library tomorrow morning!

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