Hunting College

　　 "Zheng Qing?!"

　　 "Where is Zheng Qing?!"

　　 "Zheng Qing? Are you in the library?!"

　　 "Zheng Qing! Come on! Something big!"

　　 Fatty Xin's high-pitched and piercing voice resounded throughout the library, humming the tall French windows around him. It was as if a plucked male duck suddenly appeared in a silent forest, breaking the quiet environment in an instant, and in a blink of an eye it attracted many complaints and noisy condemnation of dissatisfaction.

　　 Zheng Qing's face suddenly turned green.

　　 He struggled to get up from the floor, holding a fluke, and listened for a moment again.

　　 Yes, it was Fatty Xin's shout, and it was indeed his name.

　　 "Hold the grass! This fat man took the wrong medicine!" The young public-sponsored student grabbed the book and pocket watch at hand, stuffed it into a gray cloth bag, and ran out with his leg. Even a table of books can't be cleaned up.

　　 He must do something.

　　 For example, before the fat man finds himself, he first finds the fat man, and then knocks him out of the library; or sneaks out of the library before the fat man finds himself, pretending that he has never been here, and does not know the fat man.

　　Theoretically, the first plan is the best and can stop loss to the maximum. However, considering the difference in combat effectiveness between himself and the fat man under normal conditions, the young wizard finally decided that the thirty-six strategy was the best strategy.

　　Unfortunately, things are unsatisfactory in this world, and even worse, there are still one, two, three.

　　 Just passing through the long narrow passage between the two bookshelves, Zheng Qing slammed into a familiar greasy fat man.

　　 Before he got back to his senses, the fat man's arm was dragged tightly.

　　 "Fuck! Zheng Qing! You are here!!"

Fatty Xin looked at the young public-sponsored student feverishly, and his face turned blue: "You are still in the mood to stay here?!!! Hurry up, come with me! Things are going crazy! The wand is crazy, and the school is crazy. !!!"

　　 While talking, he dragged Zheng Qing and planned to walk outside the library.

Zheng Qing was pale with horror by the fat man's slightly crazy behavior and the blue face. He leaned back, desperately resisting the energetic force from the front, and stammered: "Yes, cold, calm. , I’m dark and calm now...Fat, fat, calm down...youhua, if you have something to say, calm down."

　　 Because he was a little nervous, his voice changed.

　　 Fatty Xin dragged a few steps and found that he was unexpectedly struggling, and he simply stopped and looked at the young wizard anxiously: "What are you doing? I'm calm now, come with me!"

　　 His huge voice almost shook the ceiling of the library.

　　 From the corner of Zheng Qing's eyes, he could see many eyes mixed with curiosity and disgust, coming out of different bookshelves with heads of different colors, silently looking at them.

　　 This immediately made a thin layer of cold sweat burst out of his forehead.

　　 He pulled his other hand out of the gray cloth bag, shaken open the book, and hurriedly read:

　　 "Quiet Words and Thoughts, there is a good word!"

　　 This is a high-level meditation mantra he learned from Su Shijun. In addition to the basic function of meditation and condensing, it is also vaguely mixed with effects such as ‘stick to the head’. It is often used by high-level wizards to prevent ignorance.

　　 Zheng Qing felt that in this situation, using this spell was really appropriate.

　　 A light green light suddenly popped out of the book, hitting the fat man's chest. After the fat man who was a little maniac received this spell, the blue intent on his face gradually faded, and the strength in his hands became a little lighter.

　　 Zheng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled his arm back from the fat man, stood up straight, then frowned while shaking his arm, and quickly asked: "Are you crazy just now? Shouting in the library, you want to re Do you work as a semester coolie under that octopus like a doctor?"

"I'm not crazy, and the doctor was not assigned to work because of yelling." The fat man slowed down, sighed, his voice lowered, and he showed a little helplessness: "This is for your good... Let's go out." Besides, go out first, go out and talk."

"First make it clear, what the **** is going on!" Zheng Qing followed the fat man hurriedly trotting out of the library, and at the same time asked with an uneasy expression: "What did you just say that something went crazy and what was crazy? What do you mean when the school is crazy ?"

　　 "It means literally..." The fat man's explanation stopped abruptly before he could even export.

　　 Correspondingly, his original figure with Zheng Qing running out of the library also stopped.

　　 Zheng Qing didn't react for a while, and slammed into the fat man again.

　　 "Fuck, can you say a word before you stop..." Zheng Qing grumbled after seeing the huge pink eight-legged octopus in front of the two, and immediately swallowed it deep into his belly.

The librarian of 　　 Shushankan is a group of octagonal octopuses. This is something that any student of the first university knows.

However, in Zheng Qing’s impression, these octopuses are not much larger than mature winter melons. More importantly, their bodies are almost all the same translucent colors. Ordinary students can distinguish their identities, perhaps only in these libraries. The employee number embroidered on the edge of the gray hat on the administrator's head.

　　Of course, no student seems to memorize the numbers of these octopus administrators.

When students encounter this administrator in the gallery of the bookshelf, they usually call it "Mr. Zhang" directly, and polite students will bow, say a bow or something~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as long as you are not. The octopus gentlemen are still very good at talking with their faces painted on the front pages of the collection, or tearing off a page and putting it into the pocket of the pants.

　　 But obviously, the octopus that appeared in front of Zheng Qing and Xin Fatty does not seem to belong to the type of ‘good talking’. Zheng Qing secretly speculated whether this octopus was blown up by air, so its body changed color and its volume expanded so much-he would definitely not say such speculation.

　　 "Hello Mr. Zhang!"

　　 "Hello Mr. Zhang!"

　　 The two first-year red robes instantly changed from irritable little brothers to good boys, bowing respectfully to the pink octopus in front of them, and saying hello in unison.

　　 However, this move did not bring them more preferential treatment.

　　 "Sin Banner Schmidt-Bayer classmate!"

　　 "Classmate Zheng Qing!"

　　 "You guys are so presumptuous!!"

　　 "Yelling, clamoring and making noises in the library, disrupting the order of library management, are you trying to rebel?"

　　The huge pink octopus spouted thick ink from its mouth, and typed a string of huge, serious, and austere black fonts in mid-air: "Let your dean lead someone!!"

　　 The two young wizards were immediately bluffed and their faces turned pale.

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