Hunting College

As a non-famous Merlin Medal winner and a second-year public-funded student in Jiuyou College, First University, Zheng Qing received many gifts on Christmas Day.

Of course, most of these gifts are just a greeting card for blessings-after all, they are poor students, and a certain public-funded student is not an idol route. Naturally, there are no dedicated fans who cut kidneys and sell blood to buy gifts for him.

But because today is Christmas, even if it is a greeting card, you have to take the ‘Christmas Mouse’ pumpkin cart delivery route. This is a mandatory requirement jointly issued by the school work committee and the student union.

Because of this, Zheng Qing began to encounter a steady stream of pumpkin car attacks since the morning exercise.

At first, it was okay. Xu was the Christmas mice who had just started, and they were full of energy. Whether they sang names or drove the car, they seemed to be regular and strictly followed the SOP manual issued by the student council.

But as the gift packages are getting more and more, the pumpkin cart is getting heavier and heavier, coupled with the freshness, the Christmas mice quickly slack off-for the wizards, a day may be twenty-four hours. It's not long; but for the mice, the wizards' day is equivalent to more than a month.

This has been a long time.

From Zheng Qing’s point of view, it is easy to notice that the pumpkin cart that gave him gifts is flying faster, the voices of the Christmas rats are getting sharper, and the package delivered to him is getting more and more complete. low.

Moreover, he has encountered a pumpkin car accident more than once.

It's better to dive headlong into the snowdrift. At the very least, the fluffy snow greatly slows the impact of the pumpkin cart. In contrast, driving a pumpkin cart head-on against a tree trunk is particularly tragic.

The fallen car cowl, the torn apart pumpkins, and the gift packages falling from mid-air like hailstones gave the onlookers a peculiar visual impact.

Fortunately, the Christmas mice more or less have some magical power. So far, Zheng Qing has not encountered a real injured mouse.

"Can you slow down, and no one is robbing you of business." Zheng Qing muttered while planing in the snow, "Is the school insured for you? If there is no insurance, in case of a collision. Don’t you have to go to the school’s hospital at your own expense if you have a broken neck? Heading is a major operation, and that’s a lot of expenses. Are you sure you can afford it?"

"The student union bought us accident insurance and safety insurance. Sam Chase underwrites it." The Christmas mouse sat slumped in front of the bushes, letting the red robe flutter on the ground messily, and even bothered to clean up the mud and snow falling on it.

Hearing the complaint of the public-sponsored student, it tilted its head, resting on a twig that protruded from the back, lazily, but retorted in a serious manner: "In addition, time is life, efficiency is money... This is your wizard. Own words."

"From today’s early morning to today’s midnight, it’s the golden twenty-four hours for giving gifts. After today, can the gifts given out count as Christmas gifts? We are afraid that customers will be chased by customers with slippers.

"That's not bad." Fatty Xin stood at the back and chuckled. He held a bucket of fried chicken in his arms at some point, grabbing meat in one hand and a bucket in the other, chewing with relish and enjoyment. Elder Zhang, standing beside him honestly, was responsible for nodding and cheering in exchange for the opportunity to reach out and touch a few pieces of chicken from the bucket from time to time.

The Christmas mouse twitched his nose and looked inwardly and saw the fried chicken bucket in the fat man's arms.

"It smells really good." The tip of its nose trembled, and he 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 fried chicken covetously, struggling for a long time, and finally violently pulled up the twig behind him, snapped it off, and then beat the snow and mud on his body while cursing viciously: "Damn it. The sop manual... The ghost knows which shameless guy wrote it, but he doesn't allow us to accept food from our guests!"

"Curse him to go out and wrestle, walk one step at a time!"

While talking, Zheng Qing had already shaved the round, yellow pumpkin cart from the snowdrift.

"Calm, calm, your curse posture is wrong, it won't work." The young public-sponsored student kindly reminded.

The Christmas mouse suddenly wilted.

"What about the student card? First take it out to check the identity." It dragged its voice, raised its small paw weakly, and stretched it towards Zheng Qing.

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

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

"It's still a quill..." The Christmas mouse murmured, turned around and threw it hard, and threw the student card toward the pumpkin cart.

At the same time, its head shrank, its tail flicked, and its figure flickered. With just a few simple pulls, it jumped flexibly onto the robe of the young public student.

Before Zheng Qing could react, the Christmas mouse had crossed his shoulders, leaped in the air, and stepped on the student card that was still spinning in mid-air. As if riding a flying carpet, swaying around, finally landed in front of the pumpkin cart.

"Fuck, this action is too foul!" Fatty Xin looked like hell, chewing subconsciously, without noticing that the fried chicken nuggets he was holding between his fingers had fallen to the ground.

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, just about to say a few words of praise, and suddenly looked intently, the quill in the mouse's hand was a bit familiar.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his chest.

Sure enough, the quill he had tucked at the neckline had disappeared at some point.

"Hey, hey, are you breaking the rules... What about professional ethics? You do not conform to the sop manual!" Zheng Qing yelled, clutching his neckline.

"Efficiency! Efficiency!" The Christmas mouse waved his paw, and while holding a quill pen on his note board, he raised Zheng Qing's student card and moved to the side door of the pumpkin car and shook it.

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

"The signing is complete!" The Christmas mouse patted his paws with satisfaction, flicked his tail, jumped back into his pumpkin cart with a flick, and then politely pulled the red pointed hat on his head at several young wizards. , Added: "Remember to give five points of praise~~"

After that, he pulled up the tail of the cart mouse, shook it vigorously, and shouted, "Go!"

The black-haired mouse pulling the cart had four paws in the snow like a windmill ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a while, he pulled the pumpkin cart and jumped out. When the wizards recovered, the pumpkin car had already flown far.

"Who knows how to rate him?" Zheng Qing finally glanced at the pumpkin car that was flying slantingly and far away, and finally turned around and asked his friends.

"You don't know the one who receives the most gifts, how would we know!" Fatty Xin glared at him, then stretched out his hand and took out a new piece of fried chicken from the bucket.

"The key is wrong." Xiao Xiaoyan commented concisely.

"Huh?" Zheng Qing looked inexplicable.

"Where is your quill?" Dr. Xiao Da raised his chin and nodded his neckline.

Zheng Qing reacted immediately. Just after the Christmas mouse ran out of his quill, he stuffed it into the pumpkin cart.

"Sure enough, is it the nature of a mouse?" The young public student didn't raise his irritation, but started muttering with interest.