Zheng Qing glanced at Dr. Xiao and felt that he looked like a little hedgehog with fried hair.
"What's going on with him today? Why is he so angry?" The young public-funded student opened his mouth and asked Fatty Xin silently.
Fatty obviously doesn't understand what teamwork and low-key cooperation are.
"Oh, it's not because of Mr. Sima." The fat man said carelessly, and his voice was very loud: "It's winter vacation soon, and Mr. Sima can't follow him home, so it's inevitable that he will be a little moody... Don't you know? Having said that,
,Who do you plan to take home during the Chinese New Year?"
Zheng Qing's face turned dark and he almost threw the Dharma book in his hand and hit the fat man in the face.
What do you mean, who do you plan to take home this year?
Can these nonsense words be said so carelessly?
Zheng Qing was just ‘almost’, but someone took action.
Before the fat man finished speaking, the black hard-shell notebook that Xiao Xiao had covered on his face and never left his hand slid through a beautiful arc in mid-air and hit his exposed, white belly with a 'snap'.
superior.
The fat cat, who was happily stepping on its belly, screamed in fright, and its sharp claws popped out from between its toes.
"Ah...ah!"
Fatty Xin immediately let out two short, harsh screams.
The first scream was because Xiao Xiao's hard-shell notebook hit his belly, causing him severe pain.
The second scream was because the sharp claws pierced his belly without any hindrance, causing secondary damage to the fat man's body and mind.
Dylan, who had been staying in the coffin and taking a nap, finally couldn't help it, opened the curtains, and laughed crazily.
Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's miserable situation and turned to look at Xiao Xiao.
"Will the school agree?" He had already begun to seriously consider Fatty Xin's previous proposal and planned to go for a walk in the North District of Beta Town. However, he still needed to confirm some details before making the final decision: "For example, after the holidays, students
Is it okay to wander around between different colleges? Also, the atmosphere outside the school was so tense a while ago. Does the school allow us to go to the North District? Do we need to ask the professor for approval?"
"After the holiday, as long as you don't smash the windows and set fire in the school, why does the school care so much about you?" Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes, instructing the elves to lift his notebook back from the fat man's belly, and explained angrily at the same time.
: "The school has always had more things to do than less things to do. If you can take less responsibility, never take more responsibility...Besides, the North District is not a forest of silence, it just has more magicians. Other wizards don't want to go because they are afraid of losing face. You will
Is there such a concern?”
Zheng Qing shook his head decisively.
"So," Xiao Xiao took the notebook from the elf, reopened it, clasped it on his face, and said angrily: "We are all adults, and the school will not care about what we plan to do after the holidays, and it can't.
of."
Dylan, who poked his head out of the coffin, also stopped laughing.
He wiped the corner of his eyes and added: "The school is not a prison. There are just some differences in the philosophy of running schools between different colleges. How can we never communicate with each other... As long as we are students of First University, we can travel between different colleges.
Otherwise, where would a student like me live during the winter vacation?"
When arranging dormitories, First University likes to randomly arrange students from different colleges together, in the name of building a harmonious campus environment. Dylan's stay in dormitory 403 is the result of this arrangement.
After listening to the analysis of the two roommates, Zheng Qing nodded, feeling that it made sense.
"Oh, by the way, call me when you plan to go," Xiao Xiao suddenly raised a corner of his notebook, revealing half of his face, and snorted: "Count me in... Survey on the current situation of the magician, it sounds like he is a
A good investigative project.”
"Did we say we wanted you?" Fatty Xin finally found a chance to fight back. He sat up from the bed and pointed at the sky and yelled: "I, Bayer, go to the North District alone and follow the rats."
, I will go to the North District with the fish people, and I will never go with you!"
They squatted on the fat man's lap, moaning in response, looking like they shared the same hatred.
Zheng Qing stared at the fat cat and the cat with a blank expression... Oh, it's the two fat cats. He turned his head and looked at the vampire werewolf lying next to the coffin: "Where's Dylan? You said before that you stayed in school during the winter vacation... You
Are you going? Tsk, your dark circles look a bit serious today, you didn’t get any rest in the morning, okay?”
Vampires are cold-blooded creatures and want to sleep when the weather is warm. Especially in winter, a warm room is the best place to take a nap.
Werewolves are warm-blooded creatures, always energetic and very active.
Dylan combines the contradictory characteristics of the two. He likes to sleep, but he does not sleep well. This causes him to often have dark circles in his eyes, his eyelids are half drooped, and he always looks lazy.
"I'm waiting for the bat at home to give me new cufflinks." Dylan hung his head on the edge of the coffin and hummed weakly.
Different from the state where he was patting the coffin board and laughing wildly a few minutes ago, his mood now fell into a depression again.
"Cufflinks? Do you have many more here?!" Zheng Qing raised his head and pointed to the mahogany wardrobe not far away with a surprised expression.
Although the cabinet door was not opened, Zheng Qing had seen Dylan playing with the things inside more than once.
To be honest, Zheng Qing felt that based on the stock of clothes in his wardrobe, he could wear them for four years without buying new ones.
"But those are all worn." Dylan raised his arm, hooked his fingers, and the mahogany cabinet door opened with a bang, and then a series of cufflinks of different colors and styles flew out one after another, two or two.
The two of them formed a long snake formation on the edge of the bed.
Dylan followed the cufflinks with his fingers, clicking them one by one, and said gloomily: "Hey, this, this, this... I've already worn these. How can I wear them when I go out to see people?"
Zheng Qing was so stunned that he didn't even spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Although he often saw Dylan rubbing his fangs with a small brush, he never realized that Dylan was so particular about clothing.
"In principle, you only need three pairs of cufflinks." Fatty Xin said in a mocking tone.
Dylan ignored him.
"How about that tortoise shell pair? I always think its color is very beautiful." Zheng Qing looked at the row of hundreds of pairs of cufflinks, finally sighed and pointed at one pair and suggested.
"No," Dylan shook his head firmly: "Just because it looks so good, others will pay special attention to it... I can't let others notice that I have worn these cufflinks before."
"But others can see you wearing the same robe to class every day." Fatty Xin curled his lips.
"Indeed, I have never noticed before that you change your cuffs and tie differently every day." Zheng Qing agreed.
"Matthew will find out, Friedman will find out, Adam will find out... I think even the Taylor cub will notice it!" Dylan stubbornly rejected the suggestions of his roommates.
These reasons were so powerful that Zheng Qing was speechless.