Hunting High School

If it wasn't for Jiang Yu's reminder, Zheng Qing would have almost forgotten the strange wizard who sneaked up on the cat fruit tree that night.

If he still remembered, when he went to the office of the school working committee in the afternoon, he should have reported the matter of the strange wizard to the school, instead of sitting on the small balcony of the dormitory like now, full of remorse.

Yes, remorse.

After reading Jiang Yu's letter, Zheng Qing felt remorseful.

For his sake, the witch did those dangerous investigations in private, but he didn't tell her when he had new news. He clearly remembered that after the magic text class in the afternoon, the witch used to pack things in the front row of the classroom for a long time, and she even glanced at him a few times during that time—maybe she wanted to chat with him about the things in this letter. thing—but the boys were so absorbed in discussing the letters from the Monteria Laboratory with their peers that they ignored it.

The mental 'sense of disorder' brought about by this remorse made him a little uneasy.

The sun outside the house had not yet fully set.

It was still light.

There was some noise in the house.

The narrow sunlight seems to have imprisoned the uneasiness in the boy's heart, giving him the courage to read the letter a few more times. Then, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the wizard took out a piece of light blue letter paper from the gray cloth bag, spread it on his knees, and wrote a reply letter hastily.

In the reply, he first expressed his gratitude to the witch for her letter.

This is the proper meaning, whether it is out of politeness or the risk of the witch's private investigation, he should express his own gratitude and gratitude.

In the second part of the reply, the boy mentioned the witch’s suggestion, saying that he had just been to the school work committee in the afternoon and filled out the explanatory materials - of course, here, he did not say that he was persuaded by Xiao Xiao and others Going on, perhaps in an unknown corner of his heart, he hoped that the witch would think that they had some kind of tacit understanding—in addition, Zheng Qing also briefly recounted the test results of the dog’s blood in the Monteria laboratory, and He, Xiao Xiao and others made several guesses.

Originally afraid that the witch would worry about it, and worried about how to explain the origin of the dog's blood, Zheng Qing hesitated for a while whether to tell Jiang Yu about the Outer God and the Hound of Tindalos. But he was worried that Jiang Yu's random investigation without knowing anything would cause more trouble. That's what happens a lot in novels and on TV—the endings are often not very happy.

So he finally chose to tell the whole situation honestly.

In the last part of the letter, the wizard emphasized it, saying that the whole matter had been reported to the school, and the school would deal with it accordingly. I hope the witch would not take the risk of investigating the origin of the dog or that strange wizard.

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After writing the letter, Zheng Qing raised his head, rubbed his sore neck, and looked out the window.

The red sun that was still in the sky before completely fell behind the horizon, and the sky became increasingly dim. There are a few tall oak trees not far from the window, and the tops of the trees can just be seen from the balcony. The evening wind blows, and the rustling laughter of the leaves can be heard.

All this made the boy's heart a lot easier.

After folding the letter paper into a paper crane, he tried to stand up, only to find that his legs were numb from squatting for a long time.

Because he wrote the reply letter on his knee, the sharp tip of the quill pen pierced the thin letter paper several times, resulting in a small conspicuous red dot on his knee. But in order to avoid being watched and complained by his roommates, the young wizard insisted on completing the task on the small balcony.

Zheng Qing rubbed his knees, stood up, and watched the light blue paper crane leave the balcony and fly over the top of the oak tree. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the dormitory.

The lights were already on in the house.

Xiao Xiao was sitting by the bed, rarely not reading a book, but playing with a beautiful divination crystal ball; Fatty was half leaning on the bedside, showing his belly, helping Tuantuan to comb his hair.

The fat cat was snoring, with a group of elves lying on its back.

Hearing the sound of the wizard entering the door, the fat cat just shook its ears, and the elves flapped their wings and flew up one after another, or went to get hot towels, or teacups and fruits, and a few went to Zheng Qing's bedside Bring him pajamas.

"Have you finished writing your love letter?" Fatty stroking the cat, asked lazily, "Is it monitor Jiang, or senior Korma? Well, it must not be Irina... You have already been dumped by her."

For this kind of complaint, Zheng Qing has learned to go in with his left ear and out with his right ear, and he will never argue with Fatty.

Some things get darker and darker.

Pretend not to hear or see, but will soon be overshadowed by other topics.

He took the tea from the elf, took a sip, then covered his face with a hot towel, fell headlong on the own bed, and moaned comfortably: "I'm really exhausted today..."

No one paid him any attention.

Zheng Qing was lying on the bed, not wanting to get up to wash at all. But it's not right to go to bed without washing. In the midst of tangles, he vaguely heard a movement under the bed.

"Tuantuan, don't make trouble." He muttered in a daze.

"What did you say?" Xin Fatty's voice came from another corner of the dormitory. Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds, and grabbed the towel covering his face.

After hearing Fatty's voice, he immediately recalled that when he entered the dormitory, he clearly saw the fat cat squatting on Fatty's belly.

Since it is squatting on Fatty's belly, who is it rustling under his bed?

Definitely not own elves, those little guys like to be clean the most, and they will never run to play under the dirty bed.

Is there a rat in the dormitory?

The Ratfolk in vests? If they haven't been invited, they shouldn't be able to enter the dormitory, right?

Zheng Qing's head went over the edge of the bed, and he bent down to look under the bed.

Oh, sure enough.

It's that dog again.

He would recognize the gray dog ​​fur even with a layer of dust on it. Because the light under the bed was dim, Gouzi's eyes were a little bright, emerald green, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing the wizard's head, the dog stuck out its tongue excitedly, wagged its tail, swept up a cloud of dust, and made Zheng Qing cough dryly. He patted the bed board angrily, making a threatening sound from his mouth.

Gouzi was frightened and disappeared from under the bed with a whoosh.

"That dog?" Xiao Xiao could easily guess the reason for Zheng Qing's anger.

"Hmm." The wizard's head was still hanging on the edge of the bed, and he didn't return to the bed because the dog left, but lay down a little lower than before.

"Still there?"

"Already scared away."

"Then why are you still lying there?"

Zheng Qing's head was buried under the bed, and he didn't say a word—so quiet that Xiao Xiao was already worried that because his head was too low, he would die suddenly from cerebral hemorrhage.

After a few seconds, the voice of the young public finance student sounded again, announcing that the doctor was just worrying.

"I seem to see something under the bed..."

Zheng Qing pouted his butt, most of his head was still under the bed, his voice seemed a little uncertain.