After leaving the deep alley where Dr. Duzem lived, Zheng Qing did not find a chance to stroll under the moonlight with Jiang Yu.
There was no lack of prying eyes all around, like annoying mosquitoes on a summer night, buzzing and making people feel uneasy; besides, he had another 'promise' tonight.
"Later today, I may have a chance to go to Mao Guoshu." Before the two of them parted ways, the young public-funded student whispered hopefully.
The witch was stunned and didn't give any response.
Zheng Qing looked at her retreating back, feeling a little annoyed in his heart. Did he feel that his voice was too soft just now? Or maybe he didn't speak clearly enough?
With this feeling of worrying about gains and losses, he hurried back to the dormitory.
It was already 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; Xiao Xiao hadn't come back from the library yet, and in the dormitory there were only a fat cat snoring and a small cat hanging on the tent.
Besides the elves, there was another figure that Zheng Qing had not expected.
Fatty Xin.
"You didn't go to the editorial office today?" the young public-funded student said with a puzzled face.
Suddenly hearing Zheng Qing's voice, the fat wizard seemed frightened and shuddered, but when he turned to look at the door, he was smiling all over his face and greeted in a very loud voice: "Evening, good evening... I just came back.
?Would you like some late-night snacks?”
As he said that, he handed the plate of preserved fruits in front of him to Zheng Qing. He noticed the stunned gaze of the young public-funded student and mistakenly thought that Zheng Qing didn't like eating preserved fruits at night: "...That's right. Eating preserved fruits at night will make you gain weight easily..."
…How about dried fruits? Salt-baked monk beans and fried sunflower seeds are both good things to pass the time!”
Zheng Qing touched the gray cloth bag at 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 that the fat man is not possessed by evil spirits.
But a fat man who is not possessed by evil will never share his delicious food with you for no reason - whether it is preserved fruits or dried fruits - this is not only unscientific, but also unmagical.
"What's for late night snack after eight o'clock?"
The young public-funded student hesitated, took two steps forward slowly, looked at the fake smile on the face of the fat wizard, and finally couldn't help it: "You have something to say, don't scare people here, I'll do it later."
Let’s go out…just don’t say anything.”
Fatty Xin immediately stopped smiling.
"I heard such a sentence in the editorial department, and I think it makes sense." He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "For a celebrity, even if he poops, people will applaud him... I need you to give me some help now.
I'll take a shit."
Zheng Qing was shocked by this strange suggestion.
Half a moment.
He tentatively took a few glances in the direction of the bathroom, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any shape requirement? I had some golden needles for lunch... maybe the 'texture' will not be so pure."
At this point, he touched his abdomen and added: "...and I don't feel very obvious now. Can I wait until later? I'll go out and eat first?"
Fatty Xin stared at him speechlessly.
"It's not real shit!"
He rolled his eyes and tried very hard to maintain a polite fake smile, but the crushed Luo Han Bean in his hand clearly explained something: "I mean... among so many people I know,
You have the highest 'scum level', I thought since you are so powerful, you should know these things better."
Zheng Qing jumped up on the spot like a cat with fried hair.
"What do you mean by having a relatively high scumbag value? What weird words are you inventing?" the young public-funded student shouted loudly, waking up the fat cat who was snoring comfortably.
Tuan Tuan shook his ears in dissatisfaction, raised his eyelids, and bared his teeth at the two boys in complaint. The elves swarmed out and brought out hot towels, tea, fruit plates and other things - this seemed to have become a routine for them.
Every time the noise in the dormitory got louder, they would always use this method to calm everyone down.
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
It works very well most of the time.
Such as now.
Zheng Qing angrily took the hot towel, wiped his face, and then took two sips of apple juice. The freshness on his face and the sweetness in his mouth intertwined, immediately quelling the anger steaming in his heart.
"The value of a scumbag is the value of a scumbag." The fat wizard explained thoughtfully and changed the subject: "Of course, this is not the point. What I mean is that you should be good at giving gifts to girls, right? After all, you have
So many...right?"
Zheng Qing felt a slight lurch in his heart, feeling a little guilty for no reason.
To be honest, although he has given many gifts, he has never felt that the gifts he gave were outstanding - such as the bohemian dress for Yin Lianna, the gems for Jiang Yu, and the greeting cards for Su Shijun - at best.
It can only be described as 'fairly satisfactory'.
On the contrary, the gifts he received from others were outstanding.
For example, the two talisman spears were gifts from Jiang Yu and Su Shijun after they won the freshman competition last year. They are Zheng Qing's most important weapons until now.
For another example, the hairballs on the cat fruit tree gave him offerings from time to time, including many gems and lost magic books. Thinking that he had once given the offerings of cats as gifts to others, the young public-sponsored student couldn't help but feel better.
Feeling guilty.
The fat wizard didn't notice the slight discomfort on his roommate's face.
He started to ramble on to himself: "That's right, didn't you say this morning... I can't give you a laurel? What do you mean? If you don't give me a laurel, what kind of gift should I give?"
So that’s what happened!
Hearing that there was no need to analyze the gifts he had sent, Zheng Qing came back with confidence. Then he remembered that in the morning Fatty Xin mentioned that Sister Linda from the editorial department of the school newspaper had recently taken over a practical task before graduation.
He was going to be on guard duty in the Silent Forest. The gift prepared by the fat man at that time was a laurel branch blessed by magic.
But because he wanted to give the elves a thanksgiving gift in return, the fat wizard had to take off many leaves on the laurel, resulting in a somewhat poor quality.
"Giving gifts should not only reflect your sincerity, but also express your feelings." After losing his scruples, the young public-sponsored student immediately spoke loudly: "If you just regard that senior Linda as a respectable senior, give her a gift."
You can't go wrong with a stack of standard talismans; but if you're going to take it a step further, a good-luck elixir is better than a useless laurel branch."
"Elixir!" The fat wizard groaned lowly, his face full of sorrow: "That high-end magic potion is too expensive...will she accept it?"
Zheng Qing was moved and added: "If you think the blessing elixir is too expensive, you can give her the talisman that Old Yao gave you. It is expensive but not expensive, and it meets her needs very well."