As a non-famous Merlin Medal winner and the second-ranked first-year publicly funded student at First University’s Jiuyou College, Zheng Qing received a lot of gifts on Christmas Day.
Of course, most of these gifts are just greeting cards with blessings - after all, they are poor students, and a certain public-funded student is not an idol, so naturally there are no die-hard fans who would cut their kidneys and sell their blood to buy him gifts.
But because today is Christmas, even a greeting card must be delivered via the "Christmas Mouse" pumpkin cart route. This is a mandatory rule jointly issued by the school working committee and the student union.
Because of this, Zheng Qing began to encounter a steady stream of pumpkin cart attacks since his morning exercises.
It was okay at first, maybe because those Christmas mice had just taken up their duties and were full of energy. Whether they were singing names or driving the bus, they all seemed well-behaved and strictly followed the SOP manual issued by the student union.
But as more and more gift packages accumulate, the pumpkin cart becomes heavier and heavier, and as the freshness wears off, the Christmas mice quickly start to slack off - for wizards, a day may be twenty-four hours.
It's not long; but to mice, a wizard's day is equivalent to more than a month.
This has been a long time.
From Zheng Qing's point of view, he can easily notice that the pumpkin cart delivering gifts to him is flying faster and faster, the roll call of the Christmas mice is getting louder and shriller, and the package delivered to him is becoming more and more complete.
Low.
Moreover, he has encountered pumpkin car accidents more than once.
Plunging headlong into the snowdrift was better, at least the fluffy snow greatly slowed down the impact of the pumpkin car's impact. Compared to this, driving the pumpkin car and hitting a tree trunk was particularly tragic.
The broken shafts, the torn pumpkins, and the gift packages falling from the air like hailstones gave onlookers a strange visual impact.
Fortunately, the Christmas mice have more or less magical powers around them. So far, Zheng Qing has never encountered a truly injured mouse.
"Can you please wait a little slower? No one is competing with you for business." Zheng Qing grumbled while digging in the snow: "Has the school insured you? If you don't have insurance, in case of a crash.
If you break your neck, don’t you have to go to the campus hospital at your own expense? Reattachment of the head is a major operation, and it costs a lot of money. Are you sure you can afford the cost?"
"The student union bought us accident insurance and safety insurance, underwritten by Sam Chase." The Christmas Mouse slumped in front of the bushes, letting his red robe fall messily on the ground, not even bothering to clean up the mud and snowflakes that fell on it.
Hearing the complaints from the public-funded students, it tilted its head and rested its head on a twig sticking out from behind, lazily, but retorted seriously: "In addition, time is life, efficiency is money... These are you wizards
My own words.”
"From early this morning to midnight today, it is the golden twenty-four hours for giving gifts. After today, can the gifts given out still be considered Christmas gifts? I am afraid that we will be chased by customers and beaten with slippers."
"That's not bad." Fatty Xin stood behind and laughed. He had a bucket of fried chicken in his arms at some point. He was grabbing the meat with one hand and holding the bucket with the other, gnawing with relish.
Happy. Elder Zhang Da stood beside him obediently, nodding and complimenting him in exchange for the opportunity to reach out and touch a few pieces of chicken from the bucket from time to time.
Christmas Mouse's nose twitched, he looked around and saw the bucket of fried chicken in Fatty's arms.
"It smells so good." The tip of its nose trembled and it 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 piece of fried chicken with salivation. After struggling for a long time, he finally grabbed the twig behind him angrily and broke it off. Then he slapped the snowflakes and mud on his body and cursed fiercely: "Damn it.
The sop manual...it was written by who knows what shameless guy, but we are not allowed to accept food as gifts from guests!"
"Curse him to fall when he goes out, every step he takes!"
While he was talking, Zheng Qing had already dug out the round, yellow pumpkin car from the snowdrift.
"Calm down, calm down, your cursing posture is wrong and it won't have any effect." The young public-funded student reminded kindly.
The Christmas mouse suddenly became depressed.
"Where's the student card? Take it out to check your identity first." It dragged its voice, weakly raised its little paws and stretched out towards Zheng Qing.
Zheng Qing put his hand into the gray cloth bag, touched it, took out his student card, and then handed it to the Christmas mouse.
Compared with the size of a mouse, the student card of First University is slightly larger, and it needs to open its arms to pick it up.
"Still missing a quill..." The Christmas mouse muttered, turned around and threw the student card towards the pumpkin cart.
At the same time, it shrank its head, flicked its tail, and flashed its body. With just a few simple pulls, it nimbly jumped onto the young public-funded student's robe.
Before Zheng Qing could react, the Christmas mouse had already crossed over his shoulder, jumped in the air, and stepped on the student card that was still spinning in the air. It seemed to be riding a flying carpet, swaying, and finally landed on the pumpkin.
In front of the car.
"Damn it, this action is so illegal!" Fatty Xin looked like he had seen a ghost, chewing subconsciously without noticing that the fried chicken pieces he was holding between his fingers had fallen to the ground.
Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, and was about to praise him a few words, when he suddenly took a closer look and saw that the quill in the mouse's hand looked familiar.
He subconsciously reached out and touched his chest.
Sure enough, the quill he had originally clipped to his collar had disappeared at some point.
"Hey, hey, you've committed a foul, right? What about professional ethics? What you're doing doesn't comply with the SOP manual, right?" Zheng Qing covered his collar and yelled.
"Efficiency! Efficiency!" The Christmas Mouse waved his paw, grabbed a quill and scratched a few times on his notepad, then raised Zheng Qing's student card, moved it to the side door of the pumpkin car, and shook it.
Accompanied by several beeps, the door on the side of the pumpkin car opened with a bang, and then a thin greeting card shot out like a bullet and jumped into Zheng Qing's arms.
"Signing completed!" The Christmas Mouse clapped his paws with satisfaction, flicked his tail, jumped back into his pumpkin cart, and then politely tugged the red pointed hat on his head at several young wizards.
, added: "Remember to give five points of praise~~"
After that, he grabbed the tail of the rat pulling the cart, shook it hard, and shouted: "Let's go!"
The big black mouse pulling the cart dug its claws in the snow a few times like a windmill, and in an instant, it picked up the pumpkin cart and jumped out. By the time the wizards came to their senses, the pumpkin cart had already flown out.
Very far away.
"Who knows how to rate him?" Zheng Qing took one last look at the pumpkin car that flew away crookedly, and finally turned back to consult his friends.
"You don't know who has received the most gifts, how could we know!" Fatty Xin glared at him angrily, then reached out and took out a new piece of fried chicken from the bucket.
"The key point is wrong." Xiao Xiaoyan commented briefly and comprehensively.
"Huh?" Zheng Qing looked confused.
"Where is your quill?" Dr. Xiao raised his chin and tapped his collar.
Zheng Qing reacted immediately. After the Christmas mouse used up his quill, he stuffed it into the pumpkin car.
"Sure enough, it's the nature of mice." The young public-sponsored student didn't express his annoyance, but started talking with interest.