Monster Hunting High School

As a non-famous Merlin Medal winner and the second-ranked first-year publicly funded student at First University's Jiuyou College, Zheng Qing received a lot of gifts on Christmas Day.

Of course, most of these gifts are just greeting cards with blessings - after all, they are poor students, and a certain public-funded student is not an idol, so naturally there are no die-hard fans who would cut their kidneys and sell their blood to buy him gifts.

But since today is Christmas, even a greeting card has to be delivered via the 'Christmas Mouse' pumpkin carriage. This is a mandatory rule jointly issued by the school working committee and the student union.

Because of this, Zheng Qing began to encounter a steady stream of pumpkin cart attacks since morning exercises.

It was okay at first, maybe because those Christmas mice had just taken up their duties and were full of energy. Whether they were singing names or driving the car, they all seemed to be well-behaved and strictly followed the SOP manual issued by the student union.

But as more and more gift packages accumulate, the pumpkin cart becomes heavier and heavier, and as the novelty wears off, the Christmas mice quickly start to slack off - for wizards, a day may be twenty-four hours. Not long; but to the mice, a wizard's day was equivalent to more than a month.

This has been a long time.

From Zheng Qing's perspective, he can easily notice that the pumpkin cart delivering gifts to him is flying faster and faster, the roll call of the Christmas mice is getting louder and shriller, and the package delivered to him is becoming more and more complete. Low.

Moreover, he has encountered pumpkin car accidents more than once.

It was better to plunge headlong into the snowdrift. At least the fluffy snow greatly slowed down the impact of the pumpkin car's impact. Compared to this, driving a pumpkin cart and crashing into a tree trunk seemed particularly tragic.

The broken shafts, torn pumpkins, and gift packages falling from the air like hailstones gave onlookers a strange visual impact.

Fortunately, the Christmas mice have more or less magic power around them. So far, Zheng Qing has never encountered a truly injured mouse.

"Can you please wait a little slower? No one is competing with you for business." Zheng Qing grumbled while digging in the snow: "Has the school insured you? If you don't have insurance, what if you get hit? If you break your neck, don’t you have to go to the school hospital at your own expense? Reattachment of the head is a major operation, and it costs a lot of money. Are you sure you can afford it? "

"The student union bought us accident insurance and safety insurance, underwritten by Sam Chase." Christmas Mouse slumped in front of the bushes, letting his red robe fall messily on the ground, not even bothering to clean up the mud and snowflakes that fell on it.

Hearing the complaint from the public-funded student, it tilted its head and rested its head on a twig sticking out from behind, lazily, but retorted seriously: "In addition, time is life, efficiency is money... These are you wizards own words.”

"From early this morning to midnight today, it is the golden twenty-four hours for giving gifts. After today, can the gifts given out still be considered Christmas gifts? I am afraid that we will be chased and beaten with slippers by customers."

"That's not bad." Fatty Xin stood behind and chuckled. He had a bucket of fried chicken in his arms at some point. He was grabbing the meat with one hand and holding the bucket with the other, gnawing with relish and great joy. Elder Zhang stood beside him obediently, nodding and applauding in exchange for the opportunity to reach out and touch a few pieces of chicken from the bucket from time to time.

Christmas Mouse's nose twitched, he looked around and saw the bucket of fried chicken in Fatty's arms.

"It smells so good." The tip of its nose trembled and it took a deep breath.

"Would you like a piece?" The fat man kindly took out a small piece of chicken breast and handed it over.

The Christmas Mouse looked at the piece of fried chicken with salivation. After struggling for a long time, he finally grabbed the twig behind him angrily and broke it off. Then he slapped the snowflakes and mud on his body and cursed fiercely: "Damn it. The sop manual...it was written by who knows what shameless guy, but we are not allowed to accept food as gifts from guests!"

"Curse him to fall when he goes out, every step he takes!"

While he was talking, Zheng Qing had already dug out the round, yellow pumpkin car from the snowdrift.

"Calm down, calm down, your curse posture is wrong and it won't have any effect." The young public-funded student reminded kindly.

The Christmas Mouse suddenly shrank.

"Where's the student card? Take it out to check your identity first." It dragged its voice, feebly raising its little paw and reaching for Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing put his hand into the gray cloth bag, touched it, took out his student card, and then handed it to Christmas Mouse.

Compared with the size of the mouse, the student card of First University is slightly larger, and it needs to open its arms to pick it up.

"Still missing a quill..." The Christmas mouse muttered, turned around and threw the student card towards the pumpkin cart.

At the same time, it shrank its head, flicked its tail, and flashed its body. With just a few simple pulls, it nimbly jumped onto the young public-funded student's robe.

Before Zheng Qing could react, the Christmas mouse had already crossed his shoulder, jumped into the air, and stepped on the student card that was still spinning in mid-air. As if riding on a flying carpet, it swayed and finally landed in front of the pumpkin car.

"Damn it, this action is so foul!" Fatty Xin looked like he had seen a ghost, chewing subconsciously, not noticing that the fried chicken pieces he held between his fingers had fallen to the ground.

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, and was about to give a few compliments when he suddenly took a closer look and saw that the quill in the mouse's hand looked familiar.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his chest.

Sure enough, the quill he had originally clipped to his collar had disappeared at some point.

"Hey, hey, you've committed a foul, right? Where's your professional ethics? What you're doing doesn't comply with the SOP manual, right?" Zheng Qing covered his collar and yelled.

"Efficiency! Efficiency!" The Christmas Mouse waved his paw, grabbed a quill and scratched a few times on his notepad, then raised Zheng Qing's student card, moved it to the side door of the pumpkin car, and shook it.

With a few beeps, the door on the side of the pumpkin car slammed open, and then a thin greeting card shot out like a bullet and jumped into Zheng Qing's arms.

"Signing completed!" The Christmas Mouse clapped his paws with satisfaction, flicked his tail, jumped back into his pumpkin cart, and then politely tugged the red pointed hat on his head at several young wizards. , added: "Remember to give five points of praise~~"

After that, he grabbed the tail of the cart-pulling rat, shook it hard, and shouted: "Let's go!"

The big black-haired mouse pulling the cart dug its claws in the snow a few times like windmills, and in a moment, he picked up the pumpkin cart and jumped out. By the time the wizards came to their senses, the pumpkin car had flown far away.

"Who knows how to rate him?" Zheng Qing took one last look at the pumpkin car that flew away crookedly, and finally turned back to consult his friends.

"You don't know who has received the most gifts, how could we know!" Fatty Xin glared at him angrily, then reached out and took out a new piece of fried chicken from the bucket.

"The key point is wrong." Xiao Xiaoyan commented briefly and comprehensively.

"Huh?" Zheng Qing looked confused.

"Where is your quill?" Dr. Xiao raised his chin and tapped his collar.

Zheng Qing reacted immediately. After the Christmas mouse used up his quill, he stuffed it into the pumpkin car.

"Sure enough, it's the nature of mice." The young public-sponsored student did not express his anger, but started talking with interest.

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