Hunting College

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At noon, it is the sunniest time of the day.

Although it is the end of autumn, the autumn of No.1 University is not as short as some northern cities. The on-duty wizards of the weather monitor performed their duties very seriously, adjusting the sunshine, temperature, and water vapor every day. Therefore, although the sun is shining brightly, it does not have the harshness of summer, but gives people an unusually refreshing feeling.

This is also the reason why Fatty Xin had to stay on the balcony forcibly despite all difficulties.

It's just that the sunlight on the balcony will inevitably be a little dazzling.

Fatty squinted, chewing on dried fruits, enjoying the most pleasant sunshine of the year, trying to forget the depressive atmosphere in the dormitory behind him.

Then at this moment, he suddenly saw a black spot in the corner of his eye.

It is a blue-black paper crane.

The paper crane flapped its wings, traversed the open lawn, over the open treetops, and finally fluttered and landed on the balcony of the 403 dormitory. It raised its slender neck and slammed the glass with its sharp beak.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"There are guests..." The fat man yelled backwards while pulling his throat, then raised his finger and let the paper crane fly into the house. The fat cat, who had been napping on Fatty's head, seemed to have discovered something funny, and suddenly bent down, intending to ambush the paper crane.

But the paper crane was obviously more alert than its compatriots. It only circled the fat man's head twice and found that the fat man was not the receiver, so he went high and flew into the house against the ceiling.

The fat cat screamed in irritation, hesitated for a few seconds between basking in the sun and playing with paper cranes, and finally gave up having fun and snapped back into the fat man's shaggy hair.

In the dormitory, Xiao Xiao just raised his eyelids and glanced at the color of the paper crane, then buried his head in his notebook again and snorted, "Your letter."

As he spoke, the paper crane went around his head and left.

"How did you know it was mine?" The young public-sponsored student stuck his upper body out of the tent, raised his hand subconsciously, and grabbed the flying paper crane.

The paper crane spread out docilely in his palm.

"I know it with my head." Dr. Xiao Da obviously has no patience to explain to Zheng Qing in detail now.

In fact, the young public-sponsored student has no intention to listen to him at the moment.

In the sun, on the unfolded letter paper, a line of beautiful squiggles was changing from light to thick, slowly appearing on the letter paper.

"Today, old time, old place. E."

Zheng Qing took a deep breath. The fragrant aroma remaining on the letter paper made him feel like he had taken a gulp of blessing, and a real sense of excitement flowed from the letter paper-even originally hovering in the dormitory. The depressive atmosphere of Wang was so uncomfortable under this breath that it seemed not worth mentioning.

In the first university, many people use blue and black paper cranes. But there is only one Zheng Qing knows, and he will pass a book to Feihe—the Gypsy witch from Europa, Elena.

The capital letters at the end of the letterhead also confirm this from the side.

As for the old time in the letter, it should be the time Zheng Qing and her agreed to teach, two o'clock in the afternoon; the old place is naturally the hidden corner of the Shushan Pavilion.

The young public servant shook his fingers and drove away the little elves that had fallen on it, then took out the pocket watch on his chest and glanced at the time.

It is now 1.35 pm, which is only more than twenty minutes away from Zheng Qing's guess.

"I have something, I want to go out!" The government-sponsored student who was originally on the bed jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. While tidying up his appearance, he shouted at the two roommates: "If anyone When I came to check my bed, I said I was called away by the paper crane of the 2D Wave Lab... Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem!

The two-dimensional fluctuation laboratory is naturally the laboratory managed by Su Shijun.

Strictly speaking, Zheng Qing also belongs to the ‘employee’ of that laboratory, and occasionally borrows the name of the laboratory. If you want to come to the lower parliament, you should not have much opinion. The big deal is holding Poseidon to say hello to her afterwards.

Of course, you can’t use real reasons when you greet beautiful Su Da. Zheng Qing is not that stupid yet—especially because he violated the rules in the next Yuan Festival to date another witch—it’s just that the young public-sponsored student has a lot of heart. Luckily: The school is so busy now and the manpower is insufficient, the professors will definitely not check every bedroom, right.

Probably, maybe, it should be like this.

do not care!

The young public-sponsored student seemed to be on a stimulant, and was full of thoughts about what to say after seeing Elena for a while, how to greet and so on, and did not care about the school bedtime check-just like the fat guy said before. Big deal deduct my credits!

Looking at Zheng Qingfeng's fierce wind, Xiao Xiao finally looked away from the notebook.

His gaze crossed the upper edge of the glasses, staring at the public-funded classmates who were busy taking care of their hair, tidying up the belt, and choosing cufflinks. He smacked his lips and snorted, "Is it Elena?"

Zheng Qing tried his best to squeeze her image in front of Dylan's full-length mirror. Hearing the words, he chuckled and said, "As expected of Dr. Xiao."

There is neither denial nor affirmation.

"With credits, you can do whatever you want." The fat man turned his head laboriously, and a chubby round face stretched out from the balcony, with a little emotion: "But to be reasonable, Irina performed very well on the hunting ground... …You really should hurry up."

Needless to say? Zheng Qing muttered in his heart.

"What about the other few?" Whenever this happens, Xiao Xiao always plays the role of pouring cold water: "Do you want to be a scumbag? You will be cast aside by the masses of people!"

Zheng Qing's face suddenly pulled down: "What other... those are all misunderstandings! Haven't I explained it several times?"

"Tsk~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I think you should explain this to Jiang Yu, not a few of us." The fat man also stabbed aside, his tone was a bit subtle: "If my calculation is correct, you Jiang Yu has dated many more times than Irina..."

Zheng Qing flushed immediately when he heard the words, and the roots of the green veins on his forehead blossomed. He argued: "It's not an appointment with Jiang Yu... It's a party!... Can it be an appointment with Jiang Yu?"

It was a series of incomprehensible words, such as ‘green clothes and beautiful clothes’, and ‘voting me as papaya’, which caused the roommates to be stunned.

In this way, vaguely and vaguely, the young public student finally checked the gray cloth bag hanging around his waist, opened the door of the dormitory, and fled.

Although the words of the two roommates were not pleasant, they were very pertinent.

However, Zheng Qing was also a little confused about this matter-Yu Yilena, he was naturally very obsessed; but staying with Jiang Yu made him feel comfortable-just take one step at a time.

To be sure, he will not be the person everyone hates.

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