Hunting College

Latest URL: "For your next task, you need to take time to find your **** cat in the relevant departments, and talk to it about the experience in the process of detaching from the two-dimensional world... I will send you a list of related questions. This It belongs to the basis of the thesis, remember to hurry up."

"Of course, I know that the two-dimensional evolution laboratory has more detailed data, and the relevant departments must have more comprehensive inquiry materials, but for this kind of matter, the person concerned may obtain more subtle and richer information. The two-dimensional evolution laboratory or relevant departments, for safety reasons, will not provide the most complete original materials for your paper."

"Don't worry, Lao Yao will greet the relevant departments and let you chat with Shadow Cat... Isn't Baoyangzi also serving as your professor now? You can talk to him directly."

"That cat is different from you. It is very shrewd. If it asks for benefits, you can promise to let it sign the second work of your thesis. In a sense, this is an acknowledgment of its independence, and it will definitely move its heart .”

"Me? I'll be the corresponding author."

After leaving Lao Yao's office, Su Shijun did not disappear directly, but walked on the campus with Zheng Qing openly, and took the trouble to tell him some details related to the dissertation.

If it was in her laboratory or other offices, Zheng Qing would definitely listen to the lecture seriously, perhaps even like Xiao Xiao or Fatty Xin, take out a small notebook and record it carefully.

But right now.

All he wanted to do was shrink into the shadows beneath his feet.

At noon, it was the rush hour for lunch. There were many students coming and going on campus. More than one person saw the picture of him and Su Shijun walking together. Those sharp, fiery and hot eyes coming from all directions made Zheng Qing feel It was as if he was walking on charcoal fire, and he grinned at the burning of every step.

"Stand up, you look like a baboon now." The witch's dissatisfied voice came from next to her ear: "Or do you feel ashamed to walk with me?"

"No no, of course not."

Zheng Qing immediately recalled the etiquette training he had received in the Qingqiu Mansion before Christmas, raised his head and puffed up his chest, with a reserved smile on his face, trying his best to ignore the arrow-like eyes falling from the sky, gritted his teeth, and spoke in a low voice Explaining: "I just don't know...I mean, I haven't had lunch yet..."

"So you want to invite me to lunch?"

Su Shijun brushed the hair that fell down his cheeks, and smiled slightly: "If time permits, I don't mind accepting your invitation, but it's a pity that the laboratory takes up most of my time, plus..."

She looked behind her, with a hint of happy helplessness on her face.

Zheng Qing held his breath in his chest, not knowing whether to spit it out or inhale it.

She sucked it in because of her previous rhetorical question, which almost scared him to death. It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like to have lunch with Su Shijun in full view. Many people should be very happy to embarrass themselves on that occasion .

He spit it out because of her negation later, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He followed the witch's eyes and looked back, suddenly feeling horrified, because at some point there was a large group of young wizards behind him, most of them were witches, but there were also a few wizards, all of them were handsome - dare to follow Su Shijun in broad daylight Those behind him are more or less confident in themselves.

except someone.

Most of these followers were holding Dharma books, quill pens or all kinds of weird little gifts, and it seemed that they just wanted to ask Su Shijun for his autograph.

Seeing the witch looking back, there was a slightly depressing sound of surprise in the crowd. Some of the girls even hugged their chests as if they were about to pass out, but those boys looked at Zheng Qing with weighing eyes. Qing noticed that someone's hand was rubbing back and forth on the spine of the Dharma book, and suddenly felt bad in his heart.

"If there is nothing else..." He lowered his voice and carefully glanced at the witch beside him.

The sunlight fell from the side, rendering her hair a wonderful color, reminding Zheng Qing of the word 'Jelly Fresh Orange' inexplicably, swallowed subconsciously, and forgot what he wanted to say later.

"There's nothing else to worry about."

The witch helped the delicate pair of rimless gold-rimmed glasses on her face, and looked at Zheng Qing with a questioning look: "There is one thing I'm more curious about... You asked Hu Wu to go to Sanyou Bookstore every day to knock on the five hundred What's a twenty-eight-hertz tuning fork for?"

As soon as this question was uttered, the sweet and sour 'Jelly Fresh Orange' suddenly turned into 'frozen ice cubes' and poured down on his head and face, making Zheng Qing sober.

Zheng Qing felt that if he walked a few steps with the big fox next to him, he would have a heart attack.

"What... no... tuning fork... what..." He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time. For a moment, he wasn't even sure whether it was more difficult to lie or tell the truth in front of a great wizard.

"Is it a new contact method with your husband?" The witch looked at him with a half-smile.

"Ah, that's right, that's right." Zheng Qing stuttered, nodded, and at the same time tried to clear any distracting thoughts in his mind, hoping that the soul protection magic that was applied to him in Lao Yao's office before would still have residual effects.

"It's you."

Su Shijun snorted softly, paused on his feet, and disappeared into the rolled-up robe sleeves and the fragrant wind, leaving only a soft voice in the air: "Remember to chat with it!"

Zheng Qing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and almost at the same time when the witch beside him disappeared, he instantly activated several invisibility symbols, tiptoed, and slipped away quietly.

The followers not far behind lamented and complained in vain.

Zheng Qing must prepare a few more nightmare dolls before going to bed tonight, thinking so in his heart, he didn't even dare to go to the cafeteria, but went straight back to the dormitory.

Thank goodness, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Fatty Xin is in the dormitory.

He will not be starved to death.

"...Some professors are really scary," Zheng Qing complained vaguely while gnawing on the bacon sandwich provided by the fat wizard: "They never want to tell you what is wrong, but they will Use a 'British vassal' or 'Yingzhou ventriloquist' expression to scare yourself to death..."

"Don't do bad things during the day, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door at night." The fat wizard lazily looked at the note in his hand without raising his head, thoughtful: "It's the private hunting game you mentioned...it's a very Interesting things."

"You can discuss it with the doctor, and it can be included in the training plan of the Forgiveness Hunting Team this semester." Zheng Qing was talking about the hunting competition organized by the Starry Sky Hunting Team that Jiang Huai mentioned several times: "But when you sign up, you must Don't mention my name...just as you heard about it. So as not to cause other troubles."

Thinking of the word 'trouble', he couldn't help remembering that he had to deal with that shadow cat again because of his dissertation, and couldn't help but sighed heavily—the time he spent with the shadow last semester before they were separated again was nothing short of amazing. Harmonious and beautiful.

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