Hunting High School

The cold wind of Thanksgiving howled in the school all night.

It didn't stop until the next morning.

After getting up, Zheng Qing was not surprised to see dead branches and fallen leaves all over the ground. The bald-nosed crows and gray squirrels hurriedly picked the nuts blown down by the wind against the cold wind, collected the gifts of nature, and prepared for the foreseeable cold winter.

Xin Fatty was full of praise for the Thanksgiving gifts given by the elves yesterday.

"I thought I'd never have to use these things in my life."

On the way to class, he tugged at the thick scarf hidden in the hood and collar, his round nose was flushed red by the wind, and his voice seemed a little muffled by the wind: "I will bring them a bottle when I come back tonight. Apple dew, that's the drink that unicorns like!"

"You should have given it to them last night to show your sincerity, instead of pulling off the leaves of your bay branch and putting them in the fried chicken box." Zheng Qing hid behind Fatty's broad shoulders , Said unceremoniously sarcastically.

Although Thanksgiving will not be celebrated enthusiastically, it does not mean that the students of Jiuyou College are completely indifferent to this day. Especially for such a well-known festival, it is inevitable that there will be bad habits of giving gifts to each other. Of course, unlike Valentine's Day, New Year's Eve, and Christmas, gifts are given to each other on Thanksgiving Day, and most of them are concentrated in groups with a grateful relationship.

For example, the gift given by the shop owner to the employees is the first holiday of DK this year, and the gift Zheng Qing gave to the Ear Brothers of the Rat Clan and Hank, the accountant of the Fox Clan, is a half-day holiday without any discount. The dropped door panel gave them a holiday.

Another example is the gifts given by the student union and school associations to their members. The gifts from the student union have been the practice for many years, nothing more than Dharma books, classics, talisman paper or cinnabar, nothing new; while the community gifts are varied.

Because of the high income from selling grass figurines and Zheng Qing's peripherals during this period, the community provident fund for this year's forgiveness is very rich. After a brief discussion with Dr. Xiao Da, Zheng Qing waved his hand and gave each team member a jade The holiday fee of 100,000 yuan, including Shiyuan little monk who seldom participates in club activities, and Li Meng who forcibly joined the team are no exception.

There is also a small episode in this.

When listing the money distribution list, Zheng Qing asked casually if he wanted to send a copy to the Qingqiu Mansion. As soon as he said the words, he immediately realized that something was wrong and raised his head. As expected, he saw a few pairs of meaningful eyes.

"It's not good to be a scumbag." Xin Fatty hugged the fat cat, his face full of emotion: "No matter what you do, you need to be comprehensive and stable. If there is no bowl of water, the world will be destroyed."

"Without any family background, I really can't afford to be a scumbag." Xiao Xiao also commented in the same way.

Zheng Qing felt ashamed and couldn't help arguing: "I mean, during the school competition, Su Shijun was our instructor for apologizing and helped us a lot, shouldn't we give her a gift? "

"Should, should, must send!"

The fat wizard got up hastily, and bowed deeply in the direction of the Qingqiu mansion to show his respect to the great wizard. At the end, he tilted his head and glanced at the young public servant: "That is, if you Councilor Su's real name, he has already gone to the school hospital to lie down."

Zheng Qing was speechless and gave up arguing with him.

Of course, the discussion is the discussion, the jade coin was finally included in the expenditure column of the Thanksgiving Day, but Zheng Qing doubted whether the young lady Qingqiu would notice this item in her long gift list. A very humble little gift.

In addition to the formal gifts from shops and clubs, Zheng Qing, or 403 Dormitory, also received some other special gifts. The scarves, gloves, hats and woolen sleeves woven by the elves raised by Zheng Qing compared to last year , everyone received a four-piece set this year.

Because these elves gave Zheng Qing a gift on Thanksgiving last year, which gave Zheng Qing a great surprise, so this time, the young public finance student prepared a small bottle of lucky magic oil as a gift in return. The preparation method of this bottle of magic oil also comes from the shaman magic dictionary recommended by Jiang Yu. Grape seed oil is used as the carrier, and comfrey root,

Human golden pyrite debris, as well as cinnamon, essence, wintergreen, etc., can keep the user lucky for a certain period of time.

Xiao Xiao’s return gift was a set of exquisite brass pendants, which could be used to decorate the elves’ paper houses; Dylan’s return gift was a beautiful cyan gauze dress, one set for each elf, with a hood.

Only Xin Fatty completely forgot about this matter. After receiving the woolen gloves from the elves, he hurriedly took out a laurel branch, picked off the leaves one by one, and gave each elf a gift. one slice.

At this moment, the fat wizard was still a little unconvinced when he heard the sarcasm from the young public servant: "My sincerity is much more expensive than yours! Is your bottle of magic essential oil worth three golden beans? My laurel was bought by the great wizard. Blessings! It was originally a Christmas gift, but the market price is not worth seven or eight jade coins, so now I'm giving all those leaves to the elves, so it's a big loss, okay?"

"Sincerity and gift value are not necessarily related." Xiao Xiao seriously refuted the fat wizard's words: "Don't you hear the allusion of sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away? From this point of view, it is a magic essential oil with beautiful meaning that Brother Scum personally concocted." , more precious than your leaves!"

"I didn't say that his is not precious!"

"Don't call that nickname outside!" Zheng Qing first looked around nervously, and after confirming that there was no one nearby, he gave the doctor an annoyed look, then turned to look at the fat wizard, and changed his expression: " Compared with whether it is precious or not, I care more about the name he didn't mention just now, who did you originally plan to give that laurel branch to?"

"This Dharma book of yours is very beautiful, is it new?" The fat wizard looked at the brand-new Dharma book in Zheng Qing's arms, and talked about him from left to right.

"You clearly know that this is a Thanksgiving gift from the Student Union at public expense, and I'm not the only one who received it!" Zheng Qing chuckled, without any wavering: "Don't change the subject!"

"But the doctor didn't like the new and dislike the old, he used the new one casually." Fatty replied with a stick in his arms: "If you say you don't have any other thoughts, I don't believe it."

Jiang Yu is also a student at public expense, and this time she received the same Dharma book as Zheng Qing.

"Don't talk to me. My bamboo slips are in good condition and don't need to be replaced." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, feeling speechless, and turned to look at Zheng Qing: "As for his laurel, it's probably for him to edit Senior Linda in the Ministry heard that she is going to participate in an off-campus practice, and it really needs a little luck."