Zheng Qing has forgotten how he left the 'Coffee Cat' shop.
He couldn't even remember whether he had petted the cats in that shop. On weekdays, in that shop, he could pet seventeen or eighteen cats in succession, and give each of them a loud name.
name.
But today, during the conversation between the two witches, he was so exhausted that he couldn't think of petting the cat at all.
"It's terrible, it's really terrible."
After returning to the dormitory for more than half an hour, he was still talking to himself, talking endlessly.
Dr. Xiao Da, who had been preparing for his homework, finally couldn't hold it anymore and looked up at his roommate: "What are you muttering to yourself again? Did you make eye contact with Cthulhu? Or did you see the moon being pierced by a sword again today?
?”
The last time Satoguya's eyeball was pierced by a stream of light, most of the school had no memory of it. Zheng Qing had quietly discussed it with Xiao Xiao many times. So this time, Xiao Xiao used this joke to attack him.
Zheng Qing stared at the drawings spread out on the desk carefully, holding a quill and ruler in his hand, pondering, and ignored the doctor.
Fatty Xin, who was originally studying "Standard Pharmacy·Second Year College", struggled to get up from the bed, walked over to the young public-sponsored student, and poked his head to take a look.
"He is looking at the Xianxian chart." Fatty Xin reported to Xiao Xiao, then squinted his eyes and analyzed: "The overall trend of the Xianxian should be that in the process of building a bottom, it stepped above the half-moon line and consolidated for many days. It felt like
The bottom is very solid, and it looks like it will rebound at any time... However, there is a five-day line suppressing it above, and it may not be able to break through in the short term."
After the analysis, Fatty Xin turned to look at Zheng Qing, with curiosity on his face: "Didn't Professor Yi say that the drawing of the line diagram will not be checked until next Sunday at the regular class meeting... Why are you staring at it now?"
"Because before the 罫线 chart is a job, it is first a divination tool." Zheng Qingyin said with a sullen face, grabbed a quill and dipped a little ink into it, and added a long lower shadow line on today's 罫线
.
He felt that what he had experienced during the day had caused great trauma to his soul, which could not be represented by a long lower shadow line.
Fatty Xin smacked his lips, took out a small jar of preserved fruits from his watch, and handed it to Zheng Qing's nose: "Don't be sad... You can't go wrong with some sweets when you feel heartbroken. It will make you feel much better."
Zheng Qing's nose twitched slightly as he smelled the sweet and sour smell floating in the jar, and his mood indeed improved a little.
He asked an elf to use a toothpick to insert a red preserved fruit for him, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it. The strong sour aroma stimulated his taste buds, causing large streams of saliva to gush out of his mouth.
Across the desk, Xiao Xiao also stuffed one into his mouth and chewed it with relish.
"Come to think of it, why can't you think about it?" Dr. Xiao Da, who was in a slightly better mood, decided to act as a confidant and enlighten his captain: "I remember you took the elf to see a doctor in the afternoon... Is it because their condition is relapsing?
"
Zheng Qing shook his head: "No, these little guys are very healthy."
An elf tugged on his earlobe, sat on his shoulder, and sang softly, with a melodious voice. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing always felt that the pronunciation and tones of the elf he raised seemed to have become richer.
A little bit.
"He said 'terrible' before and read divination, so he must have encountered something bad." Fatty Xin also disagreed with Xiao Xiao's judgment, but he just said nonsense.
"You have to tell us what happened." Xiao Xiao felt helpless.
Zheng Qing rubbed the 竽线 drawing in his hand, feeling the traces of different shades carved by the quill on the paper, with a serious expression. Because the conversation with the witch in the afternoon involved too many secrets, he could not completely retell it.
After pondering for a long time, he slowly asked: "What do you think...if a few people are drinking coffee and chatting together, and someone asks a stupid question?"
"How many people are sitting together?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows.
"Coffee?" The fat man also narrowed his eyes.
"He's not the kind of person who invites boys to drink coffee." Xiao Xiao nodded and glanced at the fat man.
"I didn't hear anyone say that I went out to sit with him in the afternoon." The fat man also looked at Xiao Xiao thoughtfully.
"So." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and the answer was ready to come out.
"It's a witch." The fat man punched the palm of his hand and confirmed.
"It must be Elena."
"How many people did he say...that means there are also Jiang Yu? Li Meng? Liu Feifei?"
"Why is he drinking coffee and chatting with so many witches?"
"Isn't Liu Feifei Nicholas' girlfriend? He likes this thing now?"
Seeing the conversation between the two soulless people gradually sliding into the indescribable abyss, Zheng Qing became furious: "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't change the subject... I'm not asking about those messy things! Moreover, there is no Li
Meng and Liu Feifei!"
The slightly fierce tone and excited movements startled the elf who had been sitting on Zheng Qing's shoulder. She fluttered her wings and flew up. Then she floated in the air for a few seconds, and finally decided to temporarily
Someone who left the 'unstable' group, together with the other elves, crowded into the fat cat's belly.
"Oh, that is to say, there are only Elena and Jiang Yu!" Xiao Xiao concluded.
"Tsk," a trace of pity appeared on the fat man's face: "No wonder he said it was scary... Indeed, this kind of thing sounds quite scary. It is completely Shura field. There is no saving value at all. There is no way to save it. Just wait to die and say goodbye."
After that, he actually picked up the textbook and climbed back onto his bed.
Zheng Qing resisted the urge to take out the Remington cannon and fire it at the fat man. Anyway, at the beginning, he didn't expect the fat man to give any answer that met his expectations.
"What I want to know is, what kind of stupid question did you ask?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, his eyes a little bright.
Fatty Xin also climbed up from the bed again and pricked up his ears - he had prepared a small notebook and quill in his hand at some point, and it seemed that he planned to do a news investigation or something like that.
"Well... that's it, that kind of question." Zheng Qing was vague, still not sure what to say or what not to say: "In short, it's just some stupid questions."
"It's really stupid." Fatty Xin was very dissatisfied with Zheng Qing's vague words.
Zheng Qing ignored him.
"In other words, you want me to conduct a qualitative analysis... instead of discussing specific issues and analyzing them in detail?" Xiao Xiao finally asked perfunctorily after seeing that he couldn't find anything interesting.