Hunting College

When Zheng Qing ran out of the school hospital-well, to be precise, when the young wizard was driven out with a broom by Mrs. Bella from the school hospital, there was still more than half an hour before class .

　　 He didn't plan to leave the warm restaurant so early.

　　Fat cat doesn't want it either.

　　 But when the little elves in the restaurant spotted a cat appearing on the dining table, and then made the sharp alarm sound, Zheng Qing had to take his'items' and flee.

"If I have the right to deduct points, I bet you will continue your freshman year next year!" Madam Bella still had an annoyed expression on her face when she issued Zheng Qing's discharge notice: "Allow the cat to be here. It’s already extremely forgiving to stay in the ward all night...and even bring it into the hospital dining room. Do you think the school hospital has received too few complaints about the dining room?"

　　 Zheng Qing laughed with him, grabbed the orange cat's top leather, and ended his second hospital stay in embarrassment.

　　 The air on Monday morning is always mixed with two completely different breaths of vitality and decadence. It is difficult for people who have been lazy for a weekend to cheer up on such a day, but the mission given to the morning by nature has made many people naturally refreshed.

　　 After Zheng Qing left the school hospital holding the fat cat, he did not go to the teaching building for the first time, but turned into a hidden grove on the way.

　　 When he came out of the woods, the fat cat had disappeared, and'Fatty Xin' followed him step by step.

Although it seems to be no different from the gluttonous fat man in the ordinary day-this'Xin Fatty' is also holding a fat chicken leg in his hands and gnawing slowly-but it is still easy for people who are familiar with him Some discordances were found in the details.

　　 Such as eyes, expressions, and hair color.

　　The'Fatty Xin' hair behind Zheng Qing turned ginger, and the color of the robe on his body was different from the authentic Jiuyouhong. It seemed to have been washed many times, and the color was much paler orange.

　　 Maybe because of the hangover, Fatty's eyelids were a little swollen, and his eyeballs seemed a little swollen, which made his small eyes narrowed into a slit, and his temperament became more and more wilted.

　　 The sharp contrast with his temperament is his actions.

　　 The fat man seemed to have been given a light-weight spell, and his movements appeared light and agile when he walked, and he looked like a big rolling orange from a distance.

　　 This big orange did not arouse the strange eyes of passers-by on campus.

　　 On the contrary, Zheng Qing, who walked in front of the big orange, attracted most of the attention of passers-by.

　　 Compared with the late investigation report from the Propaganda Office, the rumors in the newspapers seem to be able to ferment as quickly as possible in the closed environment of the campus, brewing sour inferior products.

　　 On the way to the teaching building, Zheng Qing felt this very clearly.

　　As a public-funded student of Jiuyou College, plus the Merlin Medal he won at the opening ceremony not long ago, he is also a well-known newcomer in this college.

In the past, whether it was a freshman who was newly enrolled this year, or a sophomore or senior, many classmates who knew or did not know would always say hello with a smile on the road, and sometimes even talk to him. Take a photo and sign a name.

　　 But today, although these people still greet him politely and say hello, there seems to be something similar to fear in their expressions.

　　 This point was especially clear when they quietly looked at Zheng Qing's red right eye.

　　 is described in the language of the book, which is ‘friendly and alienated friendly communication’.

　　 But everything should be treated dialectically.

　　 There are more people paying attention to his eyes, and naturally fewer people paying attention to the big fat man behind him. Especially when facing classmates who know two people.

　　 When Zheng Qing walked into Teaching Building East 601, this distinction became more apparent.

　　 The little people on the white paper behind the door made a sharp greeting as always, and the little elves along the blackboard were still neatly formed in a row, ready to rush down to sort out the classroom destroyed by the students.

Only a few classmates noticed Fatty Xin’s unusual hair color and wilting spirit, but most people would only jokingly ask "Banna, how did you dye your hair?" or "Fatty, did you work late yesterday?" I heard that there are some beautiful women in the editorial department of the school newspaper..."

　　 Most of the classmates’ eyes moved slowly and firmly following the footsteps of the young public-funded students.

　　 From the door, to the aisle, and then to the back seat of the classroom.

　　 Many people whispered to each other, whispered, and pointed from time to time, pointing their eyes like others gesturing, seemingly unaware of the slowly accumulating anger on the face of young public servants.

　　 There are also some people who bring small gifts and walk to Zheng Qing with their friends, give a simple blessing and greet.

But whether it is familiar or unfamiliar classmates, when talking to Zheng Qing, they will always involuntarily show some vigilance. It seems that young public-funded students will be unable to contain the evil spirit in the blood in the next moment and grow sharp. Fang sharp claws, staring blood-red eyes rushed over.

　　 This makes Zheng Qing's mood even worse.

　　 "I won't rush to bite them." Zheng Qing still had an angry expression on his face when sitting in the corner of the classroom.

　　 "You won't get sick if you touch AIDS patients, but who will touch them casually?" Xiao Xiao just opened a large brown paper envelope and pulled out a long piece of letter paper from it.

　　 "You actually know AIDS!" Zheng Qing's voice could not conceal his inner surprise.

　　 "I'm not a die-hard wizard... The world below is developing so well~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why can't you pay more attention to it?" Xiao Xiao laughed and looked down at the letter paper in his hand.

　　 "The world below." Zheng Qing smacked his lips, shook his head, and did not continue discussing the issue.

　　 "This fat guy is too fake!" Zhang Jixin turned from the front row, with an uneasy look on his face: "Look at his hair and his robe... Does he even know how to write?"

"Why does he know how to write!" Zheng Qing took out his Dharma book and patted it heavily on the desk, complaining displeased: "He just needs to sit in the classroom in a daze... If any of you sponsor me A transformation potion, I will definitely make him look exactly like that fat man!"

　　 "What if the teacher asks him to answer questions?"

　　 "Can't speak, can't you shut up?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

　　 "Wow!" The ‘Fat Xin’ next to him yelled in agreement, and smoothly wiped the oily marinade remaining between his fingers under the desk.

　　 Zhang Jixin laughed.

"By the way... Don't go to bed at noon. We are going to have a meeting in the dormitory." Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and reminded: "I have received the application form for the establishment of the association from the Association of Associations. According to the plan, this afternoon should be Hand it back...so we need to clarify the name, members, purpose and other information of the association as soon as possible."

　　 said, he shook the red letter form beside him.

　　 "There are many more things to fill in here." He emphasized.