It was near midnight that Zheng Qing returned to the school.
If Su Shijun hadn't approved a note to Zheng Qing in advance, Mr. Ni Wu would never have let the young public-funded students enter the dormitory. In the eyes of the little bronze beast, coming home late was as incurable as ADHD.
The lights are still on in dormitory 403.
When Zheng Qing pushed the door open and entered the house, a thick smoke and a stench rushed towards him, almost making him vomit out his overnight meal.
"Are you crazy?" The young public-funded student's good mood at night was wiped out. He pinched his nose and let out a sharp cry like a drake being choked: "You will be deducted credits for doing magic experiments in the dormitory!"
"Learn the valley breeze!"
Xiao Xiao's slightly dull spell sounded in the thick smoke, and a gentle breeze appeared out of thin air, sweeping away the stench and smoke, turning it into a slender tornado, and jumped straight out of the window.
Then, Zheng Qing saw several roommates neatly dressed in dragon skin protective clothing and protective masks.
"This is not a magic experiment."
A short man in a dragon-skin protective suit responded with a loud voice, his voice full of resentment: "We need to re-discuss the fee for opening your gift."
"A few evil-proof charms are not enough." Fatty Xin took off his protective mask and let out a long breath. His chubby face was covered with greasy sweat stains, and he looked at the young public-funded student with an extremely firm gaze.
Only then did Zheng Qing notice the gift boxes scattered on the ground - most of them had been opened, and the few remaining ones were covered with yellow talisman paper. They vibrated in place from time to time, and suspicious sounds came from inside.
Compared with when he left, there seemed to be a few more scorched marks on the walls and ceiling around the dormitory, and his curtains had become tattered, as if a huge claw had viciously scratched it.
Perhaps noticing the shocked look in the wizard's eyes, the fat wizard sneered and explained: "You should be grateful that it was Dylan who opened the gift box, not you... The vampire's talent for instantaneous magic is by no means comparable to your three-legged cat's escape technique.
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Zheng Qing swallowed quietly.
After a long while, he asked calmly: "Where are Tuantuan and the elves?"
"It's not safe outside in my coffin."
Mr. Vampire Werewolf also took off his protective mask - the young public-funded student noticed an extremely inconspicuous and shallow blood stain on his cheek, which should be the trace left by the claw wind that the fat wizard mentioned.
"Do you need fresh blood or snake oil?" Zheng Qing looked at the scar on Dylan's face uneasily and apologized: "Or you can go to the school hospital...I can reimburse you in full!
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"That's not necessary."
Dylan turned his face slightly to make the scar more visible, with a very subtle reserve in his tone: "Don't you think having a scar on your face makes you more manly? I have participated in so many no-holds-barred fights,
I have always wanted to leave a scar on myself...but there is no way, the blood recovery ability of vampires and werewolves is too strong, many times, before I had time to go to the school hospital, my injuries were already healed."
The words were full of regret.
Only then did Zheng Qing realize that Dylan, who was from Starry Sky Academy, had a completely different outlook on life and values from 'nerds' like them.
On the other side, Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin were not so easy to talk to.
"The claw wind in Dylan should be mixed with some kind of curse originating from voodoo," Xiao Xiao took off his protective mask and said in a serious tone: "The curse left by voodoo has always been known to be difficult to remove. Many The priests of small African tribes will tamper with their inherited spells, so that it is difficult to find corresponding slow-release spells in the standard anti-curse system... In fact, I suggest that he go to the school hospital tonight."
"Not that serious!"
Mr. Vampire Werewolf resolutely refused to remove the scars on his face: "My intuition tells me that in a week at most, this scar will disappear without a trace, leaving not even a scar."
Zheng Qing looked at Dylan's persistence and suddenly realized something was unusual.
"Aren't you going to class today?" He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was almost midnight. According to Mr. Vampire Werewolf's class schedule, he should be sitting in the classroom now.
"Today is Christmas, a legal holiday at Starry Sky Academy." The fat wizard answered Zheng Qing's confusion for Dylan, and at the same time mentioned again what he had talked about before: "Don't change the subject... We have helped you dismantle so much. 'Lei', how much do you plan to pay!"
"What do you want?" Zheng Qing asked very simply. At the same time, he took out the gray cloth bag and recalled in his mind how much gold he still had in his small treasury.
"What is your Christmas gift to Poseidon?" The fat wizard took out a quill and notepad like magic, rubbing his hands like a fat fly: "I don't want gold, I just want this answer."
Zheng Qing opened his mouth, then closed it and turned to look at the other two companions: "What about you?"
"If possible, I would choose the same 'remuneration' as the fat man." Student Dylan stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking sideways at the scars. Finally, he added: "Oh, if I could give you a piece of Congressman Su's A signed greeting card would be even better.”
"I can ask for greeting cards for you. Christmas gifts are private and should not be shared with anyone!" The young public-funded student rudely rejected the requests of his roommates. He took out a small bag of gems and poured them on the desk: "Hey, these gems are for yourselves. Let’s pick a few.”
"Don't think I don't know, these gems are paid tribute to you by those hairballs on the cat fruit tree!" The fat wizard cursed, but his actions were very honest, and he picked the stones he liked quickly.
These gems have many uses in magical experiments and alchemy.
While several companions were picking and choosing, Zheng Qing was also counting his Christmas gifts.
"Why are there so many books?" Zheng Qing looked through the piles of boring-looking reference books and expressed deep confusion.
"Perhaps in the eyes of people from other colleges, the most favorite gift for nine people is books." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and reminded: "Including Sir Friedman and Soprano, some of them will give you It’s also a book.”
"They give me books, they give me books."
The young public-funded student muttered, trying to find fun in these bad gifts while picking them up, until finally, his eyes fell on the few unopened gift boxes covered with yellow symbols: "...these few
What are you going to do?"
"The doctor suggested using the Fire Spell to burn it directly, and Dylan suggested selling it to the Apple Pavilion - when they made 'Pandora's Box', they liked these weird gifts the most - I think you can give them to the school, you can give them as much as you like.
Teach those guys who give gifts a lesson."
The fat wizard put away his small pile of gems with satisfaction and answered happily.