Hunting High School

On Cold Clothes Day, Zheng Qing didn't go shopping for any clothes after all.

Actually it was not that he was short of money or didn't know what to buy, but that after returning to the dormitory that afternoon, he unexpectedly received two gifts.

One is from the girls' dormitory, and the other is from the Qingqiu mansion.

The presents were also surprisingly consistent, all of which were small clothes that Zheng Qing would never be able to wear. At a glance, they could be seen as winter clothes for a certain short-haired cat.

It's just that the winter coat in the Qingqiu mansion has a furry tail cover thoughtfully prepared. After the black cat stuffs the tail in, it seems to grow a fox's tail; while the one from the girls' dormitory has an extra pure white quilt The fur collar hangs around the neck like a lion's mane.

Along with the gift came two short letters.

The content of the letter paper is also surprisingly similar—the letter from Qingqiu Mansion said that there was surplus material when preparing winter clothes for Poseidon, so an extra one was cut out for him; the letter from the girls’ dormitory said it was prepared for Li Neng One more winter coat.

Poseidon is a little fox one and a half years old.

Li Neng said a stuffed bear.

Zheng Qing never knew that one day he would have a "fellowship" with these two little things. Holding those two gifts, he was filled with emotion and trembling for a moment-compared with it, he would rather receive A dozen little straw men with silver needles all over their bodies.

Xin Fatty hugged the fat cat, and concluded with envy and gloating on his face: "Imagine, an upright young and promising wizard who already has a well-known engagement, but on the day of the 'clothing festival' accepts Arrived two clothes..."

"For the cat!"

The young public servant subconsciously held up two small gifts, and retorted without confidence: "These two clothes are for cats, not for me."

The fat wizard shrugged vigorously.

"In this case, you shouldn't mind if I write a piece of news with a commentary nature." His greasy face was covered with a fake smile, and he looked particularly unbearable: "Tell young witches how to distinguish a scumbag... ..."

"Watch your words, sir."

The public-funded student of Jiuyou College had a serious face, and reminded solemnly: "It is a very serious illegal act to tarnish the reputation of others with false words, and it is not in line with your professional ethics! ... Especially in this sensitive and anxious environment Next... It is very likely that your little unintentional move will cause irreparable and dangerous consequences!"

"you!"

The fat wizard raised his innocent face with both hands, his expression and movements were equally exaggerated: "He actually used the word 'you'! And he actually cared about words like 'violation' or 'morality'!"

"I think..." Zheng Qing cleared his throat.

"That's right! Of course! 'You think'!" The fat wizard placed the fat cat heavily on his head, with a stern expression: "Our respected 'Mr. , when you bring a child under one year old to school, are you ready to be an irresponsible scumbag?"

"Absolutely not!" The young public finance student resolutely denied it, trying to prove to the stern reporter in front of him that he did not know the identity of Poseidon before enrolling.

But before he could figure out how to organize his words, the reporter couldn't wait to draw a conclusion.

"Absolutely not ready?"

The fat wizard smiled contentedly on his face: "You really are not ready to be a scumbag, otherwise you wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation now... A real scumbag can be like a clown in a circus, holding Two balls at the same time, make sure the remaining three balls don't hit the ground!"

The creaking, creaking and slow friction of the coffin boards sounded from Dylan's tent, which was the sound of Dylan's classmates who were about to attend class at night getting ready to get up.

Zheng Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, taking advantage of the gap when the reporter's attention was attracted by the coffin board, he sneaked back to the own tent with the two small clothes.

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In the next few days, Zheng Qing, who received two gifts, seemed to be holding two gifts in his hands.

The clown with a ball, carefully maintains the fragile balance within the sight range, never acts impulsively, never misses any bad phenomenon, and absolutely practices the "fairness and equality" of Jiuyou Academy.

It made him feel like he was walking on tiptoe all day on an extremely thin wire.

until Saturday.

He finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

At eight o'clock on Saturday night, Zheng Qing turned into a black cat - it has been nearly a week since he last used Transfiguration, and the sequelae have not occurred for a long time, enough for him to summon up the courage to take another look at the Transfiguration Potion in the box.

Wearing a ruby ​​ring of the Seven Deadly Sins on the wrist of the black cat claw, and a small white mask that is about to be concealed, he passed through countless secluded corners and eaves under the night, and finally arrived today along a route that ordinary wizards would never take. The destination, let's wander.

As always, it didn't go through the main entrance, but found a narrow gap between the window and the eaves, and got into this well-known black market in the wizarding world.

Unexpectedly and naturally, there was a polite multi-armed waiter waiting at the end of that gap—presumably, as a non-famous black market that can survive for a long time under the eyes of First University, it is impossible Leaving such a big gap for people to come in and out at will, I think that the 'road' is reserved for special guests like black cats - seeing the black cat wearing a mask, the waiter didn't show any surprise on his face, but just led the black cat along the road. Following a secluded passage on the side, he went straight to the second floor and entered a small private room.

This is not the first time Zheng Qing has come to this kind of private room, the decoration is similar, there are groups of fat lantern bugs climbing under the ceiling, there is a low coffee table in the middle of the room, a comfortable sofa against the wall, and a small wine kitchen in the corner with bar counter.

On the bar was a must-worn gray peaked wizard's hat, the kind that wandering wizards often wear.

The black cat skillfully stepped on the soft sofa, took a few steps to run up, jumped onto the small bar, tilted its head to look at the pointed wizard hat that was in the way, and finally kicked it off, then squatted on the bar, carefully Examine the wine bottles on display in the cupboard.

Behind him came the cheerful voice of the wandering wizard:

"Kicking the host's hat to the ground after entering the door is not the way to treat guests."

The black cat tilted its head slightly, and the wizard hat behind it did not fall on the ground as it imagined, but floated lightly in mid-air, with thin black surging under the brim, outlining the hazy figure of the wandering wizard.

It is a projection.

That hat is the medium used for projection.

This thought flashed in the black cat's mind, and when it suddenly dawned on him, he subconsciously curled his lips: "It's not the sense of being a master to let a shadow receive guests."