Hunting High School

"Why!"

"I'll just ask it, why?!"

"Can a librarian do whatever he wants?"

"Xiao Xiao was the one who spoke! It was Xiao Xiao who broke the rules! I didn't say a word, just sat there quietly, honestly! But I was the one who was thrown out in the end...how unfair! Absurd! Is there such a reason in the world? Isn’t it okay to listen to others in the library now?”

When he returned to dormitory 403 at night, Zheng Qing still looked aggrieved, as if the grievances of the whole month were concentrated on this day, making him explode completely.

Of course, in view of the librarian's irritable character and strong strength, as well as his slightly sensitive reputation now, the young public-funded student did not mess around in public places in the end, and it was very wise to choose to complain after leaving the library and returning to the dormitory.

So after all, it can only be regarded as a dumb bomb with little movement.

"The librarian can really do whatever he wants in the library." Xin Fatty leaned on the bed, with the fat cat squatting on top of his head, holding a dried fruit plate in his arms, and sneered: "As for why, of course you are the number one." Mr. "Jiuyou Gongzi" and "Qingqiu Young Master"... the entire Jiuyou College, no, it is the entire No. 1 University, you have caused more troubles than anyone else, and you have caused more trouble than anyone else. You have more opponents than anyone else, on your terms, is it too much to throw you out of the library?"

"Not too much." Dylan slumped his head on the edge of the coffin with a nasty voice.

"Do you need any other reasons?" The fat wizard continued to ask with a raised voice, as if singing an opera.

"No need!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf showed his pair of small white fangs, and looked at the young public fee student sinisterly: "According to what I heard at the party under the moon, some people are not too much to burn a hundred times!"

"A hundred times ah a hundred times." Xin Fatty sighed sadly, shaking his head again and again, with a look of compassion.

Behind the desk, another protagonist in Zheng Qing's words, Dr. Xiao Da, adjusted his glasses, and added in a soft voice: "I heard from my classmates who used to work and study in the library together that you stay in the library. From time to time, the frequency of gathering noise outside the library, walking around and whispering in the library will unexpectedly increase a lot...the administrators are very annoyed...so it's not surprising that Mr. Zhang finds an excuse to throw you out."

The bit of anger that Zheng Qing had accumulated with great difficulty was vented completely by the successive stabs of a few small screwdrivers, and he was powerless to fight back.

That's right, compared with the group of people who burned own, the old Mr. Zhang in the library immediately looked kinder and kinder, and his attitude was much more amiable.

He mourned for himself for three seconds in his heart, then raised his head and looked at Xiao Xiao: "Before you said that the sequelae of becoming a cat is the habit of cats... Is super-human hearing also a habit of cats?"

While speaking, he couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his ears, always suspecting that they would suddenly become hairy at some point.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

Xiao Xiao's expression became a little serious: "As I said before, so far, wizards have no very definite treatment plan for this kind of symptom, the reason is that its pathogenesis is not clear enough and the range of symptoms is very wide... only It can be said that anything is possible.”

Zheng Qing sighed heavily, resisting the urge to touch the box of transformation potion in the gray cloth bag - now he can successfully transform into a cat just by looking at the potion.

Thinking of the cat fruit tree, he felt a little itchy on his back, and couldn't help scratching it, but was horrified to find that a layer of thicker hair appeared on his back at some point.

He was so scared that he immediately jumped back to his bed.

"You don't do your homework anymore?" The fat wizard looked at the dangling curtain in surprise: "Before the doctor came back, you were still talking about copying his homework."

"I can do my homework myself!" In the tent, the young public finance student hurriedly slapped a meditation charm on himself, and replied in a vicious voice, "Quiet!"

The fat wizard shrugged, took out a small biscuit from the dried fruit plate, and handed it to the top of his head. The ball squatting on his head closed his eyes, rolled his tongue, and rolled the small biscuit into his mouth

Inside, the cheeks slowly squirmed.

Mr. Vampire Werewolf who was hanging on the edge of the coffin and didn't want to get up suddenly sniffed and turned to look at Zheng Qing's bed.

"I said," he kindly reminded: "Our Qingqiu Young Master, please don't play with fire on the bed, be careful of bedwetting... Have you been collectively cursed? How many talisman papers have been used in one breath!"

"No... sleep, sleep!"

The young public finance student answered Hanhu, sighing heavily, and his voice was a little bit fortunate-fortunately, he found out early, so he wouldn't go to class tomorrow morning with a face full of black hair.

After successively using more than a dozen talismans with different effects such as the 'Tranquil Talisman', 'Shen Shen Talisman', 'Bixie Talisman', and 'Purity Talisman', he finally got rid of the slightly thick black hair that just emerged.

Considering that there is no way to go to Maoguoshu tonight, Zheng Qing hesitated before going to bed, and quietly gave Jiang Yufei a paper crane, and honestly said that he has used too much transfiguration recently and needs to stop for a while to avoid magic backlash, etc. .

In the middle of the night, the wizard slept in Mimi Lake, dreaming that he was hanged on the stake by a group of lunatics again to understand Bingding's true meaning, but for some reason today, the tongue of fire kept going around his body, burning his ears, burning his ears Burning pain.

After suffering from pain for a long time, he finally woke up from the dream, only to find that at some point beside his ear, there was a paper crane the size of a palm, bouncing around beside the pillow, constantly pecking at his ear.

The ears were almost pecked out.

He hissed, and took advantage of the moonlight leaking from the gap in the curtain to dismantle the overly lively paper crane.

The content of the letter is not much:

"Moonlight magic essential oil can alleviate the sequelae of deformity to a certain extent. There is a note at the end of the letter, you can try it out. Ingredients: camellia oil, moon flower, vermilion grass juice, passion fruit grinding powder, water bayberry and black cheek fish oil; the preparation method is recorded in Dictionary of Shamanic Magic, 1742nd Edition, page 139. Good night."

The handwriting on the letter paper is very familiar, and the delicate brushstrokes exude a quiet fragrance.

Zheng Qing caressed those few lines of small words, and he became sober in an instant. When he turned to the end of the letter, there was indeed a small piece of medical patch attached, and beside it was a line of small words, "Just stick it on one temple."

He tore off the protective layer without hesitation, and stuck the magic essential oil on his temple. A trace of coolness penetrated into his spirit with the patch, refreshing.

The boy lay back on the bed and forced himself to close his eyes.

"Good night."

He muttered silently, as if speaking to himself, or to someone, with a smile involuntarily raised at the corner of his mouth, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The last thought on his mind is that he has to go to the library tomorrow morning!

Find that "Dictionary of Shamanic Magic"!