Hunting High School

If Zheng Qing knew what Linguo said, he would definitely veto his guess with tears in his eyes.

He didn't do anything wrong, so why does he feel ashamed? Moreover, even if he took 10,000 steps back, even if he felt ashamed in his heart, why did he slip away and retreat early?

It doesn't make sense at all.

In fact, the young public finance students were "abducted".

A minute ago, together with the other hunters of the hunting team, he was watching with great interest the disfigured face of a certain unlucky hunting team hunter in the distance being tossed by the violent poison horned beast.

In the blink of an eye, he felt that his belly button was hooked back suddenly, and then his feet were lifted off the ground, and the sky was spinning for a while. When he regained consciousness, he was already standing in a spacious and very familiar living room.

...

"Tea or coffee?" Su Ya was holding a large tea tray, standing beside him, and asked solemnly.

"Tea?" Zheng Qing hadn't recovered from the space teleportation just now, feeling a little dizzy, and couldn't help shaking his head vigorously.

"Scented tea, green tea, or black tea? Do you want to add milk or sugar?" Su Ya continued to ask.

Zheng Qing finally felt that his own soul slowly fell back to his body, and his mind became much clearer.

"Why am I here?" He lowered his head and looked at the little fox girl, his eyebrows were raised high, but this doubt disappeared after only a few seconds.

This is Qingqiu Mansion, Miss Su's villa on Phuket Island.

And Miss Su cast a bunch of spells on the heads of a large group of magical creatures just now, and even glanced at him.

How it came to be here is obvious.

The question is, why did she drag him here? And in such an abrupt way? !

These doubts naturally need to be asked Su Shijun who dragged him back to the mansion. The premise is that Miss Su is willing to answer his questions.

Thinking of this, the young public finance student immediately took a few deep breaths, squeezed a smile on his face, looked at Su Ya's little maid, and asked another question: "Why are you here?"

This question made the little fox girl's eyes widen.

"This is the Qingqiu mansion, where am I if I'm not here?" Because there was no one else in the room, she spoke in a very relaxed tone, and she dared to yell at Zheng Qing in a low voice: "Besides, I am in charge of this living room now!...Only in charge! Do you understand? One person is in charge of everything in this big house!"

As she spoke, she tried her best to straighten out Pingchuan's chest, and vaguely tiptoed.

Zheng Qing immediately bit the tip of Own's tongue, and swallowed Own's doubts back into his stomach. He almost asked Su Man if the head maid was under the confusion spell, otherwise, who would hand over a living room to this little girl?

"It's good to be alone, it's good to be alone." The young public finance student praised vaguely, held back for a long time, and finally couldn't think of other words of praise, so he had to change the subject: "Where is Miss Su? She brought me here, right?" , does she have something to do with me? Do you need me to wait for her here? "

Su Ya raised her small fist impatiently, and hammered the big tea tray in her arms.

Boom.

"Sister is also your name? Caller Su!" She first criticized the wrong title of the wizard, and then repeated the question a few minutes ago: "I just asked you what tea you want, you answer me first! ... Miss asked You stay here for a while, and she will come back to you after dealing with the troublesome things outside."

Zheng Qing didn't continue to ask what trouble Su Shijun was dealing with.

Seeing Su Ya's dissatisfied expression, he thought it would be better to follow her topic and answer in case she added some small ingredients to his tea, he would be the one who was unlucky.

"Old rules, green tea." Zheng Qing finally chose the tea that he drank the most in Qingqiu Mansion on weekdays, and then added: "If there is no one, plain water will do."

"Hey, who's playing along with you?" Su Ya rolled her eyes and muttered, but she didn't reject Zheng Qing's request, but ran towards the tea room with the big tea tray in her arms. .

Relieved, Zheng Qing looked around.

The living room was very quiet, and there were no other people waiting around. The mahogany tables and chairs, like other furniture in the mansion in Zheng Qing's impression, were polished and polished, making it hard to believe that this was the room Su Ya was in charge of.

On the table, there was a dazzling array of fruit snacks of various colors, but the young public fee student didn't have the slightest appetite. He just glanced at it and then turned his gaze out of the window.

Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the warm wind is blowing slowly. It is in stark contrast with the cold wind in the late winter and the dry world outside the mansion. People can't help but think of Du Gongbu's poems like "the wine and meat of Zhumen are smelly, and the road is frozen to death". .

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It is true that the wine and meat in the Qingqiu Mansion did not stink, and Zheng Qing did not see the bones of frozen and starved dead bodies in Beta Town, but this did not alleviate his strong discomfort. A few minutes ago, he was still roaring with beasts and flying magic He was bathed in blood and fire on the battlefield; and now, he appeared in one of the safest houses in Beta Town, enjoying a warm and cozy afternoon tea.

The young Gong Feisheng scratched the back of his hands, feeling ashamed that he didn't belong in this room.

Su Ya quickly returned to the living room with the tea tray.

"Mingqian Longjing, brewed with the dew from the garden of the mansion." The little fox girl put the teacup in front of the boy, and looked at him eagerly.

This made Zheng Qing a little baffled.

Unbearable to be stared at, he finally picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Then his eyes lit up, the tea was clear, the taste was sweet and delicious, and the mouth was soft and fragrant. Just a small sip gave him the illusion that his whole body had been washed.

"Okay, very good." He praised sincerely: "The tea you made today is better than what I usually drink!"

This compliment made the little fox girl narrow her eyes with a smile.

"Naturally," she said with her hips crossed, triumphantly, "To make such a small cup of tea, I used about a catty of Mingqian tea, and a little ten catties of floral dew to practice my hands! Can it be delicious?"

"Cough, cough, cough," Zheng Qing held a sip of tea in his mouth, and coughed violently, choking him out of his seven orifices. This is not the first time he has come to the Qingqiu mansion. Although he doesn't care much about the affairs of the mansion, he knows a lot of details.

For example, when he came to the mansion last time, Su Man, the head maid, complained to him that the Mingqian Longjing in the mansion had been used up a bit recently, and there was still a little more than a catty left, and this year's new tea hadn't come out yet, so he should use it sparingly.

Thinking of this, the young public finance student held back his cough, and asked cautiously, "Su Ya, do sister Su Man know that you are wasting tea and flower dew like this?"

"Of course I don't know!" Su Ya looked at him confidently, "But I've taken care of the ends of my hands!"

Listen to the words!

Also 'hand tail'? !

Zheng Qing had a vague sense of foreboding.

"Hey, how do you deal with this kind of thing?" He asked casually.

"It's very simple." Su Ya looked at him, as if looking at a fool: "I said you drank it... I practiced so many times, and I made it for you the first time."

The logic is perfect, there is nothing wrong with it!

Zheng Qingting's face turned green.