Hunting High School

"He really said that?" Xiao Xiao raised his head from the notebook, pushed his glasses, and asked in surprise.

"It's not like you haven't even seen the human face, so you can lie to us when you come back," Xin Fatty looked at Zheng Qing with scrutiny, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "It doesn't matter...it's all a dormitory, we don't will laugh at you."

"Theoretically speaking, it's not magic at all." Dylan's head was drooping on the edge of his big coffin, holding a small mirror in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, carefully polishing his fangs.

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"It's absolutely true!" Zheng Qing blushed, swore to the sky and swore, "If I want to tell nonsense, it will be struck by lightning!"

Although there is no sun outside now, the wizard's oath has always been very effective.

This move dissipated a lot of the doubts on the faces of others.

...

It's eight o'clock on Thursday night.

It has been a long time since Zheng Qing returned to his dormitory in the backyard of the academy from No. 18 Gamma Street, but he is still discussing the meeting with his dormmates a few hours ago.

As the president of the Alpha College Student Union and the leader of the club, Augustus has a very tight schedule.

In fact, his meeting with Zheng Qing lasted only fifteen minutes—ten minutes of which he spent telling that inexplicable little story.

In the remaining five minutes, Zheng Qing didn't even have time to finish the cup of tea on the small tea table, which was less than fifty milliliters!

Of course, this did not affect his return to Jiuyou Academy with full of doubts and speculations.

Zheng Qing has always been self-aware, and would never mind letting a few well-informed roommates who were born and bred in the magic world help him analyze the meaning of Augustus' words.

For example, the big guy’s brief evaluation of Friedman and Soprano;

For example, the short story between the "original intention of justice" and the "sad consequences";

For another example, the phrase 'If you have any trouble, you can write to me'.

But what made Zheng Qing angry was that at the beginning of the discussion, several roommates didn't care about the hidden meaning in Augustus' words at all.

Their attention is more focused on other areas.

Xin Fatty is very interested in the food in the old lair of the Hemophilia, especially the several high-end coffees mentioned by Zheng Qing - Ambergris, Phoenix Nest, Musk - he even complained that the young public servants couldn't get some coffee from the coffee table Dim sum back.

It must be admitted that Fatty's thinking is always very clear.

In contrast, Dylan's focus is very "wizard". He was fascinated by the series of mysterious ceremonies that Zheng Qing underwent - including his baptism in a chapel, and Augustus's crystal ball.

"I've heard that Augustus is a senior astrologer and possesses superb divination skills." Mr. Vampire Werewolf smacked his lips, revealing a pale fang: "You didn't ask your Excellency to make a face for you. What a huge loss."

"You have a bloodshot tooth on your tooth," Zheng Qing reminded, "Are you eating raw meat again?!"

"What...you must be dazzled!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf hurriedly got back into his own coffin, took out his toothbrush and small round mirror, and started the daily work of grinding and polishing his fangs.

As for Xiao Xiao, he was thinking hard to piece together a beautiful love poem, completely ignoring someone's noisy voice.

After unremitting efforts, several roommates who were thinking astray finally turned their attention back to the conversation mentioned by Zheng Qing.

Hence the sarcasm at the beginning of this chapter.

"Can I lie to you again?" cried the poor child, looking very dismayed: "He really said he had something to write to him... Absolutely!"

"No, no, no." Xiao Xiao quickly shook his right index finger, shaking his head again and again: "I'm not talking about this... You just mentioned that Augustus said something inexplicable when we met?"

"Inexplicable words?" Zheng Qing frowned, trying to search for the remaining memories in his mind: "It seems to be 'fate... decides everything', 'a passing nightmare' or something."

The young public fee student shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face: "Who can remember such illogical words so clearly."

"Bingo!" Dr. Xiao snapped his fingers, pointing to Dylan who was polishing his fangs: "He just said that you didn't ask Augustus to help you with divination, which is wrong...Actually, in the meeting just now At that time, the boss of Alpha has already predicted the future for you."

"Why don't I know." Zheng Qing looked blank.

"Fate, nightmares... including passing by." Dylan stopped brushing his teeth, and added in a serious tone: "These words are often seen in the terms of divination. You will know after a few more lessons from Professor Yi." gone."

This kind of obscure wording did not help Zheng Qing understand what Augustus said.

"What do you think Augustus meant by evaluating those two people in front of me." Zheng Qing finally gave up discussing the esoteric topic of divination, and instead mentioned another matter: "I felt guilty when I heard it."

"It's right to be guilty." Xin Fatty finally gave up the resentment that Zheng Qing didn't bring back snacks, sat up straight, and said with a serious expression: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Zheng Qing pointed at Own's nose: "This genius?"

"Shameless." Fatty sneered: "You are just a freshman, you are amazing, you have a reputation as a public-funded student, and you are good at using talismans... Augustus talked to you about the most likely successor to 'Augustus. What do the two people with the title 'Stu' mean?"

This sentence is a bit convoluted.

But Zheng Qing smoothed it out easily.

But the answer to the question made him a little worried.

"Because the relationship between you and the two of you is not friendly." Dylan sighed faintly as he lay on his stomach in the coffin.

This evaluation is very pertinent, and it can even be said to be very Giving face.

In fact, whether it is Soprano or Friedman, the relationship with Zheng Qing has nothing to do with "friendliness". Whether you can use "hostile" or not is a matter of debate.

"Maybe, Augustus just mentioned it in passing." Dr. Xiao finally closed his notebook and stretched his waist: "He probably doesn't want to have an irreconcilable conflict between two generals under his command and a freshman. Contradictions... Especially this freshman is still in Jiuyou College, any excessive actions will arouse Lei Zhe's vigilance and counterattack."

"So, what on earth is he thinking!" Zheng Qing was exhausted: "Why can't he just speak human terms?"

"Because he is Augustus." Sim Fatty stroked his chin and nodded solemnly.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Tuantuan got in from the balcony, ready to jump onto the desk and slap it down.

A group of lazy elves hung on its back—this fat cat was bought by the elves raised by Zheng Qing at some point, and volunteered to serve as mounts for these winged tribes.

It seems that the atmosphere in the dormitory is a bit serious.

Tuantuan's raised front paw paused, turned around, and jumped into Xin Fatty's bed.

And the group of elves left their mounts in mid-air, flapped their wings and turned to Zheng Qing's bed——on the way, they came up to Zheng Qing's ear, pulled his hair, and rubbed his ear.

This made the originally stern-faced public fee student look a lot better.