Hunting College

Zheng Qing glanced at Dr. Xiao Da, thinking he was like a little hedgehog with fried hair.

"What's his situation today? Why is he so bad-tempered?" The young public student opened his mouth and asked Fatty Xin silently.

Obviously Fatty doesn't understand what teamwork and low-key cooperation are.

"Oh, it's not because of Mr. Sima." The fat man said openly, his voice very loud: "It's winter vacation soon, and Mr. Sima can't follow him home. It is inevitable that he is a little emotional... Don't you know? , Who do you plan to take home for the New Year?"

Zheng Qing's face turned dark, and he almost threw the book in his hand and smashed it on the fat man's face.

What do you mean by who you plan to take home this year?

Can these messy words be said so carelessly?

Zheng Qing was only close, but some people took action.

Before the fat man finished his words, the black hard-shell notebook that Xiao Xiao covered his face, which never left his hand, slid a beautiful arc in mid-air, and slammed it on his bare white belly.

The fat cat happily stepping on its belly screamed, and the sharp claws bounced out between the toes.

"Ah...ah!"

Fatty Xin immediately let out two short screams.

The first scream was because Xiao Xiao's hard-shell notebook hit his belly, causing him pain.

The second scream was because Tuantuan's sharp claws stuck on his belly without any hindrance, causing secondary damage to the fat man's body and mind.

Dylan, who had been sleeping in the coffin all the time, couldn't help but pulled the curtain open and laughed frantically.

Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's tragic situation and turned to look at Xiao Xiao.

"Will the school agree?" He had already begun to seriously consider Fatty Xin's previous proposal, planning to take a stroll in the northern district of Beta Town. But before making the final decision, he still needs to confirm some details: "For example, after the holiday, students wandering between different colleges, is it okay? Also, the atmosphere outside the school was so tense a while ago, does the school allow us to go to the North District? Do I need to find a professor for approval?"

"After the holiday, as long as you don't smash the windows and set fires in the school, why does the school care about you so much." Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes and instructed the elves to lift their notebooks from the fat belly, and at the same time explained angrily "The school has always been better to do more than less. You can take a little less responsibility, never take a little more... Moreover, the North District is not a silent forest, but there are more magicians. Other wizards are not willing to go because they are afraid of embarrassment. You will Are there such concerns?"

Zheng Qing shook his head decisively.

"So," Xiao Xiao took the notebook from the elf, reopened it, and slammed it on his face, and said with an urn sound: "Everyone is an adult now, what they plan to do after the holiday, the school will not control, nor can they control it. of."

Dylan, who poked his head out of the coffin, stopped laughing now.

He wiped the corners of his eyes and added: "Schools are not prisons. Different colleges are just a little bit different in their school philosophy. How can we stay old and dead... As long as we are students of the first university, we can travel between different colleges. Yes. Otherwise, where do students like me live during the winter vacation."

When arranging dormitories, the First University likes to arrange students from different colleges in a disorderly manner, in the name of building a harmonious campus environment. Dylan moved into the 403 dormitory as a result of this arrangement.

After listening to the analysis of the two roommates, Zheng Qing nodded and felt reasonable.

"Oh, by the way, call me when you plan to go," Xiao Xiao suddenly raised a corner of the notebook, revealing half of his face, and snorted: "I'm counted as one... The current situation investigation of the magician sounds like a Good survey project."

"Did we say we want you?" Fatty Xin finally found a chance to fight back. Da Ma Jindao got up from the bed and yelled, "Even if I Bayer go to the North District by myself, I will go to the North District by myself. , Go to the North District with the Murloc, and never go with you!"

Tuantuan squatted on the fat man's lap, wailing in response, looking like the same enemy.

Zheng Qing stared at a fat cat with a blank face... Oh, it was two fat eyes, turned his head, and looked at Mr. Vampire Werewolf lying beside the coffin: "Where is Dylan? You said you stayed at school during winter vacation... You Go or not? Hey, your dark circles look a bit serious today. Haven't you rested in the morning?"

Vampires are cold-blooded creatures, and they want to sleep when the weather is warm, especially in a warm house in winter, which is most suitable for a nap.

The werewolves are warm-blooded creatures, always energetic and very active.

Dylan combines the contradictory characteristics of the two, likes to sleep, but can't sleep well. As a result, his eye sockets often have dark circles and his eyelids are half drooping, always looking lazy.

"I'm waiting for the bat at home to give me new cufflinks." Dylan hung his head on the edge of the coffin, humming weakly.

Unlike the state of laughing wildly while patted the coffin board a few minutes ago, his mood has fallen into a downturn again.

"Cufflinks? You have a lot more here?!" Zheng Qing raised his head and pointed to the mahogany closet not far away~www.wuxiaspot.com~Although the cabinet door was not opened, Zheng Qing had seen it more than once. Dylan fiddled with the contents.

To be honest, Zheng Qing felt that according to the stock of clothes in the wardrobe, he could wear it for four years without buying new ones.

"But those are all worn." Dylan raised his arm and hooked his fingers. The mahogany cabinet door snapped open, and then a series of cufflinks of different colors and styles flew out for the first time, two by two. Lined up in a long snake formation along the bed.

Dylan followed the cufflinks with his fingers and clicked them one by one, sullenly saying, "Hey, this, this, this...I've worn it all. How can I go out to see people if I wear it already?"

Zheng Qing Haoxuan did not spray out a mouthful of old blood.

Although Dylan was often seen rubbing his fangs with a small brush, he never realized that Dylan was so particular about clothing.

"In principle, you only need three pairs of cufflinks." Fatty Xin said in a mocking tone.

Dylan ignored him.

"How is that tortoiseshell? I always think its color is very beautiful." Zheng Qing looked at the row of hundreds of pairs of cufflinks, finally sighed, and pointed to one pair of suggestions.

"No," Dylan shook his head firmly: "Because it is so good-looking, others will pay special attention to it... I can't let others notice that I have worn these cufflinks before."

"But others can see you wearing the same robe to class every day." Fatty Xin curled his lips.

"Indeed, I have never noticed that you change different cuffs and bow ties every day." Zheng Qing echoed.

"Matthew will find out, Friedman will find out, Adam will find out... even the little kid from the Taylor family I think he can notice!" Dylan stubbornly rejected the roommates' suggestions.

These reasons were so powerful that Zheng Qing was speechless.