"He really said that?" Xiao Xiao raised his head from his notebook, pushed up his glasses, and asked in surprise.
"It's not like you haven't even seen a human face, why should you lie to us when you come back?" Fatty Xin looked at Zheng Qing with a scrutinizing gaze, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It doesn't matter... they are all in the same dormitory, we don't
I'll laugh at you."
"Theoretically, this is not magic at all." Dylan's head hung on the edge of his large coffin, holding a small mirror in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, carefully polishing his fangs.
"It's absolutely true!" Zheng Qing blushed and swore to God, "If I tell a lie, the sky will strike with thunder!"
Although there is no sun outside now, the wizard's oath has always been very effective.
This move made the doubts on other people's faces disappear a lot.
…
It's eight o'clock on Thursday evening.
It has been a long time since Zheng Qing returned to his dormitory in the back garden of the university from No. 18 Gama Street, but he was still discussing the meeting a few hours ago with his roommates.
As the president of the Alpha College Student Union and a leader of the society, Augustus has a very tight schedule.
In fact, his meeting with Zheng Qing lasted only fifteen minutes—ten minutes of which were spent telling that inexplicable little story.
In the remaining five minutes, Zheng Qing didn't even have time to finish the cup of less than 50 ml of tea on the small coffee table!
Of course, this did not prevent him from returning to Jiuyou Academy with a lot of doubts and speculations.
Zheng Qing has always been self-aware and would never mind letting a few well-informed roommates who were born and raised in the magical world help him analyze the meaning of Augustus's words.
For example, the big boss’s brief evaluation of Friedman and Soprano;
For example, the short story between the ‘original intention of justice’ and the ‘sad consequences’;
Another example is the phrase, 'If you have any trouble, just write to me.'
But what made Zheng Qing angry was that at the beginning of the discussion, several roommates did not pay attention to the hidden meaning of Augustus' words.
Their attention is more focused on other aspects.
Fatty Xin was very interested in the food in the blood club's old nest, especially the high-end coffees Zheng Qing mentioned - Ambergris, Fengchao, Musk - and he even complained that the young public-funded students couldn't get some from the coffee table.
Come back with snacks.
I must admit that Fatty's ideas are always very strange.
In contrast, Dylan's focus is very 'shamanic'. He is very touched by the series of mysterious rituals that Zheng Qing went through - including his baptism in a chapel and Augustus's crystal ball.
interest.
"I've long heard that Augustus is a senior astrologer with superb divination skills," Mr. Vampire Werewolf smacked his lips, revealing a pale white fang: "You didn't ask your Excellency to help you with your fortune telling.
It’s such a huge loss.”
"There is a bloodshot root on your tooth," Zheng Qing reminded: "Are you eating raw meat again?!"
"What... you must be dazzled!" Mr. Vampire Werewolf hurriedly got back into his coffin, took out a toothbrush and a small round mirror, and began the daily grinding and polishing of his fangs.
As for Xiao Xiao, he was thinking hard to piece together a beautiful love poem and completely ignored someone's noisy voice.
After unremitting efforts, several roommates whose minds were wandering finally turned their attention back to the conversation Zheng Qing mentioned.
Hence the sarcasm at the beginning of this chapter.
"Am I still going to lie to you?" the poor kid yelled, looking very frustrated: "He really said he would write to him if he had something to do... absolutely right!"
"No, no, no." Xiao Xiao quickly shook his right index finger and shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't mean this... you just mentioned that Augustus said something inexplicable when they met?"
"Incomprehensible words?" Zheng Qing frowned, trying hard to search for the remaining memories in his mind: "It seems like 'fate... determines everything', 'a passing nightmare' or something like that."
The young public-funded student shrugged with a helpless expression: "Who can remember such illogical words so clearly?"
"Bingo!" Dr. Xiao snapped his fingers and pointed at Dylan, who was polishing his fangs: "He just said that you didn't ask Augustus to help with divination, which was wrong... In fact, when we just met,
At that time, the Alpha boss had already helped you predict the future."
"Why don't I know?" Zheng Qing looked confused.
"Destiny, nightmare...including passing by." Dylan stopped brushing his teeth and added in a serious tone: "These words are often seen in divination terms. You will know after taking a few more classes with Professor Yi.
Already."
Such obscure wording did not help Zheng Qing understand Augustus's words.
"What do you think Augustus meant when he evaluated those two people in front of me?" Zheng Qing finally gave up discussing the profound topic of divination and turned to another matter: "I felt guilty when I heard it."
"You're right if you feel guilty." Fatty Xin finally gave up his resentment towards Zheng Qing for not bringing back snacks. He sat up straight and said with a serious expression: "Who are you?"
"Me?" Zheng Qing pointed to his nose: "This genius?"
"Shameless." The fat man sneered: "You are just a freshman, you are a top student, you have the reputation of being a public student, and you are good at talismans... Augustus is talking to you about being the most likely to take over as Ogu
What do the two people with the title "Stu" mean?"
This sentence is a bit convoluted.
But Zheng Qing smoothed it over easily.
But the answer to the question made him a little worried.
"Because the relationship you have with these two people is not considered friendly." Dylan lay in the coffin and sighed quietly.
This evaluation is very fair, and can even be said to be very flattering.
In fact, neither Soprano nor Friedman's relationship with Zheng Qing could be described as 'friendly'. Whether they can be described as 'hostile' is debatable.
"Perhaps Augustus just mentioned it casually." Dr. Xiao finally closed his notebook and stretched: "He probably doesn't want an irreconcilable conflict between his two generals and a freshman.
Contradiction...especially since this new student is still in Jiuyou College, any excessive behavior will arouse Lei Zhe's vigilance and counterattack."
"So, what does he want?" Zheng Qing was exhausted: "Why can't he just talk like a human being?"
"Because he is Augustus." Fatty Xin touched his chin and nodded seriously.
The room fell into silence for a moment.
Tuantuan got in from the balcony and was about to jump on the desk and snap.
A group of lazy elves hung on its back - this fat cat was bribed by the elves raised by Zheng Qing at some point, and volunteered to serve as mounts for these winged clansmen.
It seems that the atmosphere in the dormitory is a bit serious.
Tuantuan paused with his raised front paws, turned around, and jumped into Fatty Xin's bed.
The group of elves left their mounts in mid-air, flapped their wings and turned towards Zheng Qing's bed--they even got close to Zheng Qing's ears halfway, pulled his hair and rubbed his ears.
This made the normally stern-faced public-sponsored student look much better.
This chapter has been completed!