Hunting High School
Chapter 383: The Fat Wizard Begs For Shit
After leaving the deep alley where Dr. Du Zemu lived, Zheng Qing didn't find a chance to take a stroll with Jiang Yuyue.
There is no lack of prying eyes all around, like annoying mosquitoes buzzing in the summer night, making people uncomfortable; moreover, he has another 'promise' tonight.
"Later today, I may have the opportunity to go to Maoguoshu." Before the two parted, the young public finance student whispered hopefully.
The witch didn't realize it, and didn't respond in the slightest.
Zheng Qing looked at the back of her going away, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed in his heart, wondering if his voice was too low just now? Or did he not speak clearly enough?
With this feeling of worrying about gains and losses, he hurried back to the dormitory.
It was past eight o'clock in the evening, Dylan's coffin had just been emptied, and Mr. Vampire Werewolf still had to go to class tonight; Besides the elves, there was a figure that Zheng Qing didn't expect.
Sim Fatty.
"You didn't go to the editorial department today?" The young public finance student was puzzled.
Hearing Zheng Qing's voice suddenly, the fat wizard seemed to be startled and shivered, but when he turned his head to look at the door, he smiled all over his face and greeted in a very loud voice: "Good evening, good evening... I just came back ? Do you want some supper?"
As he spoke, he handed the plate of preserved fruit in front of him to Zheng Qing, noticed the astonished gaze of the young public servant, and mistakenly thought that Zheng Qing didn't like eating preserved fruit at night: "...that's right, eating preserved fruit at night makes you fatter... ...How about dried fruit? Salt-baked Luo Han beans and fried sunflower seeds are good things to pass the time!"
Zheng Qing touched the gray cloth bag around 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 Fatty is not bewitched.
But a good-natured Fatty would never share his delicacies with you—whether preserved or dried—for no reason, and that’s not only unscientific, it’s also unmagical.
"What kind of supper after eight o'clock?"
The young public fee student hesitated, took two steps forward, looked at the smirk on the fat wizard's face, and finally couldn't help it: "I have something to say, don't scare people here, I will ask you later Go out... just forget about it."
Sim Fatty immediately restrained his smile.
"I've heard such a sentence in the editorial department, and I think it makes sense." He cleared his throat, and said in a low voice: "A celebrity, even if he shits, people will applaud...I need your help now." I'll take some shit."
Zheng Qing was taken aback by this strange proposal.
half an hour.
He tentatively glanced in the direction of the bathroom a few times, and at the same time asked in a low voice: "Is there any shape requirement? I ate some golden needles at noon...Maybe the 'texture' will not appear so pure."
Speaking of which, he touched his abdomen and added: "...And I don't feel very obvious now, can I pull it later? I'll go out to eat first?"
Xin Fatty stared at him speechlessly.
"It's not real shit!"
He rolled his eyes and tried his best to maintain a polite smirk, but the crushed arhat bean in his hand clearly explained something: "I mean... among so many people I know, As far as your 'slag value' is the highest, I thought that since you are so powerful, you should understand these things better."
Zheng Qing jumped up on the spot like a cat whose fur was blown.
"What do you mean that the slag value is relatively high? What strange words are you inventing?" The young public finance student yelled loudly, waking up the fat cat that was snoring comfortably.
Tuantuan shook his ears in dissatisfaction, raised his eyelids, and bared his teeth at the two boys complainingly. The elves swarmed to bring out hot towels, tea, fruit plates and other things-this seemed to have become a certain type of reaction for them, and every time there was a loud noise in the dormitory, they would always use this method to calm everyone's emotions.
"From Douluo
The Beginning Ronin
Works great most of the time.
Like now.
Angrily, Zheng Qing took the hot towel, wiped his face, and took two mouthfuls of apple juice. The refreshment on his face and the sweetness in his mouth intertwined, and immediately smoothed the steaming anger in his heart.
"Scum value is the value of a scumbag." The fat wizard explained thoughtfully, and then changed the subject: "Of course, this is not the point. I mean, you should be good at giving gifts to girls, right? After all, you have That much... right?"
Zheng Qing's heart twitched slightly, feeling a little guilty for no reason.
To be honest, although he has given many gifts, he never felt how outstanding the gifts he gave—such as the bohemian dress for Yin Lianna, the gemstones for Jiang Yu, and the greeting card for Su Shijun—at best It can only be regarded as the word 'moderate'.
On the contrary, the gifts he received from others turned out to be outstanding.
For example, those two talisman guns were gifts from Jiang Yu and Su Shijun after they won the freshman competition last year, and they are Zheng Qing's most important weapons until now.
For another example, the hair balls on the cat fruit tree gave him offerings every now and then, including gems and lost magic books. Thinking that he used to give the offerings of the cats as gifts to others, the young public finance student couldn't help but feel more guilty.
The fat wizard didn't notice the slight discomfort on his roommate's face.
He began to mutter to himself: "That's right, didn't you say in the morning... that you can't give laurel, what do you mean? If you don't give laurel, what kind of gift should you give?"
That's what happened!
Hearing that there is no need to analyze the gift he gave, Zheng Qing returned three points with confidence. Then he remembered that in the morning Xin Fatty mentioned that senior sister Linda from the editorial department of the school newspaper had recently accepted a pre-graduation practical task and was going to be on duty in the Forest of Silence. The gift Fatty prepared was a magically blessed laurel branch.
But to return the elves' Thanksgiving gifts, the fat wizard had to remove many leaves from the laurel, which made it look a bit worse.
"Giving a gift must not only reflect the sincerity of own, but also express the heart of own." After losing his scruples, the young public finance student immediately spoke nonsense: "If you just regard that senior Linda as a respectable senior, send a stack of standard You can't go wrong with a talisman; but if you're going to take it a step further, a bottle of 'Felix Felicity' that brings good luck is far better than a useless laurel stick."
"Blessing Elixir!" The fat wizard moaned in a low voice, his face full of distress: "That high-level potion is too expensive...Will she accept it?"
Zheng Qing was moved, and added: "If you think the Elixir of Bliss is too expensive, you can give her the talisman that Lao Yao gave you. It is precious but not expensive, and it is very suitable for her needs."
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