In the bookstore window, the yellow flower raccoon who was interrupted was standing, with his paws slid against the wooden fence on the window, as if a prisoner imprisoned in prison, looking at the fox shopkeeper who respectfully tapped the tuning fork outside the window, couldn't help but hit the round head against the glass window, cursing: "...I can't live this day!"
I completely forgot about the situation when it praised the "Youth is so good" on the night of the Lantern Festival.
But if it let the windows slam and clang, passers-by outside the house turned a blind eye, and no one in the house agreed with its performance.
So, after a while, the cat turned around in disappointment, sat by the window, her two long furry legs unscrupulously, and maliciously exposed two furry balls in the direction of the stove.
Its beautiful long tail looks like a poisonous snake whose bones have been pulled away, hanging from its neck, swaying between its legs, looking like it is already out of control of the cat's brain.
The bad attitude finally successfully attracted the attention of the bookstore owner.
"If you want to have a better time this season, I can help, it's free." Mr. Wu raised his eyelids, glanced at the cat without a seat, and made a veteran who was slashing in the air with his right hand.
Huang Huali immediately crossed her legs to cover the two balls.
Immediately, I became angry and pointed to the fox shopkeeper who had just left outside the window: "Either you send the sapling on the bookshelf to Xiaozi Zheng and let him beat the wooden fish at home every day, or you just close the window a little and don't miss a trace of sound in... How could this happen... I won't let the cat go out and let five hundred Hz sound in every day to disturb people's dreams!"
"Five twenty-eight Hz, not five hundred Hz." The owner of the bookstore carefully corrected the wrong word of the tabby cat: "...By the way, you are a cat, not a human."
"At least one cat will not leave its servant and run away." Huang Huali squinted at the owner of the bookstore, full of resentment: "You are a human, I am a cat, which reminds me of the words that the Hebrew wizard named Abraham said to the rich man--there is a limit between you and me!"
Click!
A clear thunder sounded outside the window, as if to be brave enough for the cat's rebellion.
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Rumble.
The gentle spring thunder sounded far outside the window, awakening the sleeping Zheng Qing.
He closed his eyes and touched the few nightmare dolls stuffed under the pillow. He only touched one of them and lost his head. He suddenly felt that this was a good sign and opened his eyes with relief.
The sun had not come out yet, and the sky was just slightly bright. In a vague way, Zheng Qing could see Xiao Xiao getting up in the dark.
"Do you go today?" Xiao Xiao obviously noticed Zheng Qing who was getting up and asked in a low voice. He asked whether Zheng Qing would go to the morning class together.
Since attending the Seven Deadly Sins Conference, Zheng Qing has decided to minimize the chance of risk exposure as much as possible, so his daily morning classes were also changed to the balcony. Although the balcony of the school dormitory was a little narrow, as long as the movement was a little slower, it did not affect Zheng Qing's completion of morning classes. When he was at home, he also did morning classes on the balcony every day.
"Don't go." The young public student replied vaguely and firmly, grabbed the nightmare doll with his head lost and threw it into the trash can.
Xiao Xiao put on his polished glasses and adjusted his belt: "Then I will go directly to the library after I finish my morning class, breakfast..."
"Don't worry, I have agreed with Qingqiu Mansion that they will deliver food to me in the past few days." Zheng Qing took the hot towel brought by the elf and applied it to his face. He immediately felt that he woke up: "By the way, the code we met today is 'Long Life and No Rebirth'. I said 'Long Life', you have to answer 'Long Life'!"
"Daily, there are so many tricks." Xiao Xiao waved his hand to signal that he knew, with a speechless look on his face.
The measures for the "meeting code" were just figured out by Zheng Qing yesterday. In order to avoid the devils of the Seven Deadly Sins approaching him as acquaintances, Zheng Qing and several companions agreed to use codes to determine each other's identities when meeting each other. For this simple and crude security measure originating from the Baiding world, Fatty Xin and Dylan both felt very interesting, but Xiao Xiao felt a little bored.
As for asking Qingqiu Mansion to deliver meals, it was also promised by the owner of Qingqiu Mansion when he met Su Shijun yesterday.
Xiao Xiao left shortly.
Zheng Qing came to the balcony in his loose pajamas - another advantage of doing morning classes in the dormitory is that his degree of freedom is that he does not need to be dressed neatly.
After the Jingzhejing, all things revived, and spring finally settled in its territory.
It seemed as if overnight, a furry green grew on the earth, and tiny lives emerged from corners of the walls, cracks of rocks, under trees, etc., greedily absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth.
Just as Zheng Qing was playing "no fist" while wandering outside the sky to admire the spring scenery, a green paper crane came and landed outside the balcony of the 403 dormitory. Through the window, he talked seriously about the glass in front of the boy, then tilted his head and looked at Zheng Qing who was looking at it.
It is the school's official business paper crane.
Zheng Qing easily identified the message from the paper crane and put it into the room with a puzzled look on his face.
After a few circles around the house, the paper crane landed steadily on Zheng Qing's shoulder, pecked his earlobe, spread his body out modestly, and turned into a piece of letter paper-
"Conference Notice: Members of the First University Teaching Assistant Team are scheduled to hold the "First Teaching Assistant Team Plenary Meeting for Special Projects of the Fringe College" (confidential level) in the conference room of the First University Teaching Assistant Team from 9:00 am to 15:00 pm on March 14, 2010. Please confirm your opinions on the meeting before 12:00 noon on March 8. If there is no reply, you will be deemed to attend the meeting. The above. The Executive Office of the First University Teaching Assistant Team, seal."
Zheng Qing looked at the bright red seal at the end of the letter paper and subconsciously scratched his head.
I thought that my teaching assistant would not need to participate in such troubles. Looking at the time in the notice, he calculated silently in his heart that today was March 7th, which means that if he did not participate, he would need to give a reply before twelve o'clock tomorrow.
He resisted the urge to reply immediately and refused, and first sent a letter to Su Shijun, Thomas and Lao Yao respectively, briefly describing the notice he received.
Before breakfast came, three reply letters appeared on his desk.
Thomas just told Zheng Qing that refusing this task would not hinder his teaching assistant work; Su Shijun replied two words, "participate"; while Lao Yao's attitude was a bit ambiguous, saying that participating in more college work in spare time can increase his knowledge. In addition, he also specifically reminded young teaching assistants not to use the time converter in other places outside of learning.