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Chapter 241 The eleventh week

 Zhang Jixin’s words hit the nail on the head.

In the next few days, there were a lot of discussions on campus, including the "Please give me a frog" by the wizards of the North District, which was gradually becoming more and more popular, and the Beta Town Daily's editorials about the recruitment of the Ratmen clan by the Moon Council, and the starry sky.

The Academy's Arena Tournament and Atlas' Winter Festival, as well as someone who reappears in the academy and a new straw man who is not a famous burned wizard are on the market.

Only no one cares about the fishmen in Linzhong Lake.

It seems that all the wizards who worked tirelessly and traveled around for the fish people in the lake last semester have died in just one year. And the fish people have also become unusually well-behaved, rarely coming out of the lake to cause trouble in this chaotic early winter.

As for the first-year students, they have no idea about the rumored brutal race that drags children into the water and snatches freshmen's schoolbags.

The fish-men in their impressions generally have a pair of dead fish eyes, with half their heads above the water to bask in the sun, or blow bubbles in shallow water, knock out frogs lying on the shore with stone sticks, and then kill them.

Drag down the water.

"I think the bigger reason why they're quieter is that winter is coming."

Zheng Qing held the textbook and stood next to the black rockery by the lake, analyzing it with the doctor in a serious manner: "... fishmen are cold-blooded animals. Originally, their ability to withstand the cold is very weak. It is not surprising at all to choose Maodong.

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Several strange witches passed behind the wizard together, pointing and laughing quietly, seeming to encourage each other to greet Zheng Qing.

It was already good. At least they didn't rush up with torches. Zheng Qing comforted himself and did not stay where he was. He pulled Xiao Xiao and walked towards the library.

The disappointed sighs of the witches could be heard vaguely behind them.

"You should communicate with them more," the doctor adjusted his glasses and put forward his suggestion very calmly: "Compared with boys, witches have less dislike for you and are more interested in you. Build a good relationship with them.

We can launch other suitable peripherals, such as photos, postcards, dolls... instead of just selling a single straw man."

Zheng Qing had a dark face and sneered: "Hey, straw seller, are you still selling tricks?"

"Didn't you also make a lot of money from this?" The doctor curled his lips, not liking the young government-funded student's attitude of being both responsible and serious: "If you really care so much, go to the school and file a restraining order with Dan Hager.

, surely no one will sell these things anymore..."

When Zheng Qing heard this, his momentum was suffocated.

"I, am I doing that to make money?" He judged, the veins on his neck sprouted, and his face turned red: "I was doing it to channel other people's violent emotions! As the saying goes, 'It's better to guard against people's mouths than to guard against others'.

Sichuan', 'It's better to block than to open up'... If they don't have straw people to burn, they will arrest you and burn you as a substitute if they have no choice!"

"What does burning you Zheng Qing have to do with us?"

Xiao Xiao was baffled by the logic of the young public-sponsored student, but in the end he patiently analyzed it: "If you think about it another way, every straw they buy from the store can be used as material for your experiments... you can make money.

, not shabby... When you eat a golden bean for breakfast next time, you can tell yourself from the bottom of your heart that what they burned is your hair, what you eat is their blood, and every time they burn

A straw man has turned into spoonfuls of caviar on the egg roll in front of you."

This analysis unexpectedly suited Zheng Qing's taste, and he immediately felt much more comfortable.

Just when he wanted to vaguely express that he was willing to do some work such as writing postcards and signing autographs, Dr. Xiao Da next to him suddenly changed the topic and suddenly jumped to another topic: "Speaking of which, compared with fishmen or store business,

I'm more concerned about how often you've turned into a cat recently... Are the fruits on the cat fruit tree going to war with the young men in the petting zoo, or are there some secret operations behind the Seven Deadly Sins? Why have you turned into a cat every night for the past two weeks?

Cat out?"

Because the little white cat was unhappy, the black cat wanted to comfort the little white cat.

Zheng Qing sighed silently in his heart. Before he could think of how to answer this difficult question, Leng Buding's eyes went dark. Several strong figures stood in front of the two of them. At the same time, a light blue card fell on him.

Underfoot.

Xiao Xiao didn't stop at all, but made a few subtle changes, turned to the side, and walked past several wizards blocking the way.

Zheng Qing, on the other hand, skillfully activated the amulet hanging on his waist and pulled out the Colt Silver Python. Then he took a break and looked at the uninvited guests. Without waiting for them to speak, he spoke quickly: "No time, no face, no hunting."

, If you don’t accept the challenge and don’t participate in the arena competition, you are not a coward. I am a student of Jiuyou Academy. If you want to compete, you can do the test paper."

This is the template of his words that he has summarized since his appearance in the past week.

Of course, if the witches are blocking the way, the template will become 'Sorry, no time, sorry, no signature, Poseidon is at Qingqiu Mansion, Councilor Su is very busy, this is personal privacy, thank you'

A more polite statement.

Generally speaking, witches tend to gossip, while wizards are more action-oriented.

"Haha, it's as shameless as the rumors say!" The man in white robe standing on one side sneered repeatedly, his Dharma book rattling in his hand: "Since we are standing here, do you have the final say whether we should compete or not?"

There was a crisp snap of fingers not far away.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt certain in his heart - that voice meant that Xiao Xiao had opened the photo flower to ensure that everything that happened in front of him would be recorded truthfully.

"I'll give you a piece of advice." He glanced at the Dharma book in the white robe's hand, and his eyes fell on the two black edges - he was just a second-year student, he knew it in his heart - and reminded him kindly: "You are not the first wave.

Trouble coming to your door...By the way, according to the campus management regulations of First University, it is illegal to randomly pull out Dharma books from classmates on campus. If it rises to an aggressive behavior, it is not just a written inspection or a warning."

"So much nonsense!"

The other man in blue robe muttered impatiently, and without saying a word, punched Zheng Qing. His two companions dodged, one on the left and the other on the right, blocking Zheng Qing's room to dodge, and at the same time opened the Dharma book.

Zheng Qing curled his lips.

Good words can't persuade the devil to die, and mercy can't save people.

He flipped his wrist slightly, and the Colt Python's magazine was emptied in an instant. The six rune bombs, carrying ordinary rune lights, formed six completely different arcs and landed on the three uninvited guests one after another.

This is a bit of life experience he gained through countless encounters and battles.

The shadow of the yellow hill, the mist rising, the scolding, the curse, the curse light flashed, the brief explosion, and then everything returned to calm.

At some point, a group of red-robed men gathered around to watch the fun.

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