On the day of Winter Clothes Festival, Zheng Qing did not buy any clothes after all.
It wasn't that he was short of money or didn't know what to buy, but that after returning to the dormitory that afternoon, he unexpectedly received two gifts.
One is from the girls dormitory and the other is from Qingqiu Mansion.
The gifts were also surprisingly consistent. They were all small clothes that Zheng Qing could never wear. At a glance, it was obvious that they were winter coats for a certain short-haired cat.
It's just that the winter coat from Qingqiu Mansion was thoughtfully equipped with a fluffy tail cover. After the black cat tucked the tail in, it seemed to grow a fox tail; while the one from the girls' dormitory had a pure white crossband.
The fur collar hangs on the neck like a lion's mane.
Along with the gift, there were two short letters.
The contents of the letterheads were surprisingly similar - the letter from Qingqiu Mansion said that there was some leftover material when preparing winter clothes for Poseidon, so they cut out an extra piece for him; the letter from the girls' dormitory said that it was for Li Neng.
One more winter coat.
Poseidon is a one and a half year old little fox.
Li Neng said a stuffed bear.
Zheng Qing never knew that one day he would have a 'fellowship' with these two little things. Holding those two gifts, he was filled with emotion and trembling - compared to this, he would rather receive
A dozen little straw men with silver needles all over their bodies.
Fatty Xin hugged the fat cat, and concluded with envy and gloating: "Imagine that an upright, young and promising wizard who already has a well-known engagement, but on the 'Girl's Day' day, he...
Here are two pieces of clothing..."
"For the cat!"
The young public-sponsored student subconsciously held up two small gifts and retorted without confidence: "These two clothes are for the cat, not for me."
The fat wizard shrugged laboriously.
"In that case, you probably don't mind me writing a piece of news with a commentary." His fat, greasy face was covered with a fake smile, and he looked particularly unbeatable: "Tell young witches how to identify a scumbag cat...
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"Watch your words, sir."
The public-sponsored student from Jiuyou College had a serious face and reminded him seriously: "It is a very serious illegal act to tarnish the reputation of others with untrue words, and it is not in line with your professional ethics! ... Especially in this sensitive and anxious environment.
Next...it's very likely that a little unintentional move on your part will cause irreparable and dangerous consequences!"
"you!"
The fat wizard raised his innocent face with both hands, his expression and movements were equally exaggerated: "He actually used words like 'you'! And he actually cared about words like 'violation' or 'moral'!"
"I think..." Zheng Qing cleared his throat.
"That's right! Of course! 'You think'!" The fat wizard placed the fat cat heavily on his head with a stern expression: "Our respected 'First Gentleman', 'Jiuyou Gongzi' and 'Young Master Qingqiu',
When you bring a child who is less than one year old to school, are you ready to be an irresponsible scumbag?"
"Absolutely not!" the young public-funded student denied firmly, trying to prove to the stern reporter in front of him that he did not know Poseidon's identity before enrolling.
But before he could think of how to organize his words, the reporter couldn't wait to draw a conclusion.
"Definitely not ready?"
A satisfied sneer appeared on the face of the fat wizard: "You are indeed not ready to be a scumbag, otherwise you wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation... A real scumbag can be like a circus clown, holding on to his hands.
Two balls at the same time, make sure the remaining three balls don’t fall to the ground!”
The sound of coffin boards creaking and slowly rubbing could be heard in Dylan's tent, which was the sound of Dylan's classmates preparing to get up for class at night.
Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of the reporter's attention being attracted by the coffin board to sneak back to his tent with the two small clothes.
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In the next few days, Zheng Qing, who received two gifts, was like a clown holding two balls in his hands, carefully maintaining a fragile balance within his sight, never being impulsive, never missing any bad phenomenon, absolutely
Practice the 'justice and equality' of Jiuyou Academy.
It made him feel like he was walking on tiptoe on a very thin tightrope all day long.
Until Saturday.
He finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.
At eight o'clock on Saturday night, Zheng Qing turned into a black cat - it had been nearly a week since he last used the transformation technique, and the sequelae had not occurred for a long time, which was enough for him to muster up the courage to take another look at the transformation potion in the box.
Wearing the ruby ring of the Seven Deadly Sins on his wrist, and a small white mask on his face, the black cat walked through countless secluded corners and eaves under the night, and finally arrived at today along a route that ordinary wizards would never take.
destination, wander.
As always, it did not go through the main entrance, but found a narrow gap between the window and the eaves, and got into this black market, which is famous in the wizarding world.
Unexpectedly but naturally, a polite multi-armed waiter was waiting at the end of the gap - presumably, as a non-famous black market that can survive under the nose of First University for a long time, it is impossible to stay.
There is such a big gap for people to come in and out at will. I think that 'road' is reserved for special guests like black cats. Seeing the black cats wearing masks, the waiter didn't show any surprise on his face and just led the black cats along.
There was a quiet passage on the side that went straight up to the second floor and into a small private room.
This is not the first time that Zheng Qing has come to this kind of private room. The decoration is similar. There are groups of fat fireflies climbing under the ceiling. There is a low coffee table in the middle of the room, a comfortable sofa against the wall, and a small wine kitchen in the corner.
with bar counter.
On the bar is a must-have gray pointed wizard hat, the type often worn by wandering wizards.
The black cat skillfully stepped on the soft sofa, took a few steps, jumped up to the small bar, tilted his head and glanced at the pointed wizard hat that was in the way, and finally kicked it down. Then, it squatted on the bar and carefully
Look at the wine bottles displayed in the cupboard.
The cheerful voice of the wandering wizard came from behind:
"Kicking the host's hat to the ground when you enter the door is not the way to be a guest."
The black cat tilted its head slightly. The wizard hat behind it did not fall to the ground as it imagined, but floated lightly in the air. A thin black color surged under the brim, outlining the hazy figure of the wandering wizard.
It's a projection.
That hat is the medium used for projection.
This thought flashed through the black cat's mind. Suddenly, he curled his lips subconsciously: "It's not the way to be a master to let a shadow receive guests."
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