Monster Hunting High School

After leaving the deep alley where Dr. Duzem lived, Zheng Qing did not find a chance to stroll under the moonlight with Jiang Yu.

There was no lack of prying eyes all around, like annoying mosquitoes on a summer night, buzzing and making people feel uneasy; besides, he had another 'promise' tonight.

"Later today, I may have the opportunity to go to the Maoguoshu." Before the two of them parted ways, the young public-funded student whispered hopefully.

The witch was unaware and didn't give any response.

Zheng Qing looked at her retreating back, feeling a little annoyed in his heart. Did he feel that his voice was too soft just now? Or maybe he didn't speak clearly enough?

With this feeling of worrying about gains and losses, he hurried back to the dormitory.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and Dylan's coffin had just been emptied. Mr. Vampire Werewolf still had to go to class tonight; Xiao Xiao hadn't come back from the library yet. In the dormitory, there were only a fat cat snoring and a small cat hanging on the tent. In addition to the elves, there was another figure that Zheng Qing had not expected.

Fatty Xin.

"You didn't go to the editorial office today?" The young public-funded student looked puzzled.

Suddenly hearing Zheng Qing's voice, the fat wizard seemed frightened and shuddered, but when he turned to look at the door, he was smiling with a smile on his face and greeted in a very loud voice: "Evening, good evening... I just came back. ? Do you want some midnight snack?”

As he said that, he handed the plate of preserved fruits in front of him to Zheng Qing. He noticed the stunned eyes of the young government-funded student and mistakenly thought that Zheng Qing didn't like eating preserved fruits at night: "...That's right. Eating preserved fruits at night will make you gain weight easily... …How about dried fruits? Salt-baked monk beans and fried sunflower seeds are both good things to pass the time!”

Zheng Qing touched the gray cloth bag at his waist suspiciously, and it took a lot of effort to restrain his urge to pull out the rune gun, because out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling at the door had no abnormal reaction. .

This means that the fat man is not possessed by evil spirits.

But a fat man who is not possessed by evil will never share his delicious food with you for no reason - whether it is preserved fruits or dried fruits - this is not only unscientific, but also unmagical.

"What's for late night snack after eight o'clock?"

The young public-funded student hesitated and took two steps forward. Looking at the fake smile on the fat wizard's face, he finally couldn't help but said, "If you have something to say, don't scare people here. I'll do it later." Go out...just don't say anything."

Fatty Xin immediately stopped smiling.

"I heard such a sentence in the editorial department, and I think it makes sense." He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "For a celebrity, even if he poops, people will applaud him... I need you to give me some help now. I'll take a shit."

Zheng Qing was shocked by this strange suggestion.

A long while.

He tentatively glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any shape requirement? I had some golden needles for lunch... maybe the 'texture' will not be so pure."

Having said this, he touched his abdomen and added: "...and I don't feel very obvious now. Can I wait until later? Can I go out and eat first?"

Fatty Xin stared at him speechlessly.

"It's not real shit!"

He rolled his eyes and tried very hard to maintain a polite fake smile, but the crushed Luo Han Bean in his hand clearly explained something: "I mean... among so many people I know, You have the highest ‘scum level’, I thought since you are so powerful, you should know these things better.”

Zheng Qing jumped up on the spot like a cat with fried hair.

"What do you mean by having a high scumbag value? What weird words are you inventing?" The young public-funded student shouted loudly, waking up the fat cat who was snoring comfortably.

Tuantuan shook his ears in dissatisfaction, raised his eyelids, and bared his teeth at the two boys in complaint. The elves swarmed out and brought out hot towels, tea, fruit plates and other things - this seemed to have become a fixed reaction for them. Every time the noise in the dormitory got louder, they would always use this method to calm everyone's emotions.

"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"

It works great most of the time.

Such as now.

Zheng Qing angrily took the hot towel, wiped his face, and then took two sips of apple juice. The freshness on his face and the sweetness in his mouth intertwined, immediately quelling the anger steaming in his heart.

"The value of a scumbag is the value of a scumbag." The fat wizard explained thoughtfully and changed the subject: "Of course, this is not the point. What I mean is, you should be good at giving gifts to girls, right? After all, you have So many...right?"

Zheng Qing felt a slight lurch in his heart, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

To be honest, although he has given many gifts, he has never felt that the gifts he gave were outstanding - such as the bohemian dress for Yin Lianna, the gems for Jiang Yu, and the greeting cards for Su Shijun - at best. It can only be described as 'fairly satisfactory'.

On the contrary, the gifts he received from others were outstanding.

For example, the two rune guns were gifts from Jiang Yu and Su Shijun after they won the freshman competition last year. They are Zheng Qing's most important weapons until now.

For another example, the hairballs on the cat fruit tree made offerings to him from time to time, including gems and lost magic books. The young public-funded student couldn't help but feel guilty when he thought that he had used the cats' offerings as gifts to others.

The fat wizard didn't notice the slight discomfort on his roommate's face.

He started to ramble on to himself: "That's right, didn't you say this morning... I can't give you a laurel? What do you mean? If you don't give me a laurel, what kind of gift should I give?"

So that’s what happened!

Hearing that there was no need to analyze the gift he gave, Zheng Qing came back with confidence. Then he remembered that Fatty Xin had mentioned in the morning that Linda, the senior sister from the school newspaper's editorial department, had recently taken on a pre-graduation practical assignment and was going to be on duty in the Silent Forest. The gift prepared by the fat man at that time was a laurel branch blessed by magic.

But because he wanted to give the elves a thanksgiving gift in return, the fat wizard had to take off many leaves on the laurel, causing the quality to deteriorate a bit.

"Giving gifts should not only reflect your sincerity, but also express your feelings." After losing his scruples, the young public-sponsored student immediately spoke loudly: "If you just regard that senior Linda as a respectable senior, give her a gift." You can't go wrong with a stack of standard charms; but if you're going to take it a step further, a good-luck elixir is better than a useless laurel branch."

"Elixir!" The fat wizard groaned lowly, his face full of sorrow: "That high-end magic potion is too expensive...will she accept it?"

Zheng Qing was moved and added: "If you think the blessing elixir is too expensive, you can give her the talisman that Old Yao gave you. It is expensive but not expensive, and it meets her needs very well."