Hunting College

"Do your own things... Why don't you tell them yourself?!"

"You let me, a 1,500-year-old old man, act as a megaphone with you. You still use the tone of command at every turn. Even the word'please' is useless. Have you considered the dignity of the nobles under the moon? Do you still have to talk about respect for the elderly? The traditional virtues of loving the old!"

"Well, anyway... If I help you pass the message, can I take your place?"

"Anyway, according to what you said, you don't have time for a while and can't go to the Qingqiu Mansion...Help to the end, send the Buddha to the west, I will help you go to the mansion for a while."

"If we happen to meet Su Damei, do you need me to bring her signature? If so, where do you plan to sign... Do you have a clean shirt or a new book? A new notebook will do."

"Hey, anyhow I want to help you, let me give you a reply!"

"It's all a dormitory, a hunting team, knowing the roots and knowing the bottom, are you still afraid that I will cheat you? By the way, if I go instead of you, do you need to find a guarantor? You will help me guarantee it, right... Mutually beneficial Reciprocity, right?"

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your default..."

Dylan stood in front of the full-length mirror, while holding his small ivory-handled brush to carefully polish the sharp fangs of his mouth, while complaining to Zheng Qing endlessly-after being suddenly arranged by a young public student, he I feel fully emboldened to complain like this.

Just letting his brows and saliva fly wildly, there was no response from Zheng Qing's tent covered by the six-poster bed. If it hadn't been for the tent to feel the vigorous vitality of the young public-funded student, Dylan would have been unable to restrain his curiosity and opened the tent to find out.

But until he cleaned the two toothbrushes and dusted and polished the tips of his teeth, there was still no movement behind the curtain.

This made him feel a little uneasy.

After removing the obsidian cufflinks for the third time and replacing them with two ruby ​​cufflinks, the reserved nobleman finally couldn't help it and approached Zheng Qing's tent carefully.

"Hello?"

"Zheng Qing? Are you still there?"

"A public-funded student from Jiuyou College..."

He dragged a long tone, and every time he changed his name, he took a step closer to the tent. After a few steps, the red tent was within reach.

A few elves were flapping their wings, holding their little arms, and blocking them in front of his nose, looking like they couldn't give in.

"Excuse me, I just want to see if your master is suffocated by the pillow." Dylan said to the elves kindly.

I don’t know if I understood what he was saying. Although the elves responded ‘xixi’, they didn’t mean to let go. Instead, they moved closer and closer, almost touching Dylan’s eyelashes.

Just when Dylan was considering whether to use a little magical power to solve these little troubles, an urn sound finally came out from the tent.

"As long as you bring the news, it doesn't matter if you want to be a coolie with them."

"The premise is that Li Meng is not opposed to adding you to the temporary labor list."

"As for the signature you mentioned, well, if it's convenient, you can bring one for me... There is an unopened book in the desk drawer. It is a Thanksgiving gift given by the Student Union to give birth at public expense. It is enough for signing. "

Listening to Zheng Qing's fairly orderly arrangement, Dylan couldn't help frowning.

Compared with before, when entering the dormitory, the voice of the young public-funded student looked a little hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water all night and then forced to speak. Gives a feeling of extra effort.

"Are you okay," Dylan looked up and asked with concern, "Didn't you just say what Dean Yao arranged for you? Need help?"

"No, thank you!" The voice in the tent roughly interrupted the vampire werewolf's kindness.

Seemingly aware of his rudeness, the young public-sponsored student immediately explained “...If you plan to take part in the Qingqiu Mansion for a while, it’s best to go outside the teaching building and wait for Li Meng to leave get out of class, so that both sides have discussions. There is room. Well, now there is less than half an hour before get out of class ends, you still have time to run faster."

"In addition, if I were you, before negotiating with Li Meng, I would definitely give her some benefits... For example, a black forest cake or a small bag of crispy cream puffs would be good."

"Don’t buy dim sum in the school cafeteria. The workmanship is too rough and the taste is too heavy. I recommend you to go to the Miaomiao dessert shop on the pedestrian street, next to Shuangtangji. The new store is very popular, Li Meng I've been talking about it several times."

"Also, you must carry Jiang Yu when you give gifts. She doesn't like Li Meng eating too many sweets. Recently, she has been very strict..."

Before the nagging in the tent was finished, Dylan ran out like a gust of wind.

Thirty seconds after running out, the dormitory door was knocked open again with a ‘boom’.

Mr. Vampire Werewolf looked at the frightened elves with a sorry look, and quickly explained, "I was walking in a hurry. I almost forgot the book of our father and son..."

As he said, he jumped to the desk in a few steps, tore open Zheng Qing's drawer, and from the inside he found a thick, bulging, soft-covered book of Fa.

"Tsk, the Student Union has always been so stingy." Dylan shook his head, then turned his head and smiled at the elves surrounding Zheng Qing's tent, and ran out like another gust of wind.

The whole dormitory, in this farce, the only thing that didn't react from beginning to end, maybe only the fat cat who slapped on Fatty Xin’s pillow after eating and drinking—it just broke into the house again after Dylan I shook my ears at that time, and didn't even open my eyes.

But its ‘stableness’ came to an end less than five minutes after Dylan left the dorm.

Because a black cat slipped silently out of the gap in Zheng Qing's tent, and then stepped on the catwalk, walking unhurriedly in front of the fat cat Tuantuan.

The close distance of the same kind finally made the fat cat unbearable~www.wuxiaspot.com~ angrily opened one eye.

What are you doing? !

Tuantuan questioned the black cat with his eyes, shaking his tail subconsciously.

"Oh, knowing that you can understand me," the black cat squatted in front of Tuantuan, coughing pretendingly. "After they come back in the evening, if the dorm atmosphere is good, give me a red one Paper crane; if the atmosphere is bad, just fly me a white paper crane...Hey, the paper crane is in my drawer, already folded."

The fat cat closed his eyes ignorantly.

"Five drumsticks, two deposits." The black cat immediately raised his paw.

On the pillow, a paw protruded from the ball of hair that was originally tufted into a ball, and patted Zheng Qing's paw.

Deal!

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