Thursday night the third general meeting of the Knights of Exoneration lasted a long time.
In view of the fact that the club is about to be officially established, this topic has gradually deviated from the direction preset by the host and continues to expand and extend.
The scope of discussions among the group members ranged from how to participate in the school's moon hunting activity, to whether to set up a special hunting team, and then to choose a hunting team manager, whether to go to Beta Town to solicit sponsorship, and whether to spend sperm and sirens.
Which cheerleading team is more affordable?
In the end, the scope of everyone's discussions even began to include whether to customize the same cape uniform, where to customize the knight's badge, whether to invite other students to participate, etc.
The failed clarification before the meeting began did not affect the mood of the leader of the Knights. Of course, he was indeed a little depressed at the beginning. He wrote in his neat small letters on a large piece of silk paper.
List the club's to-do items for the past month, and then divide the work and collaborate with everyone in the meeting to receive corresponding tasks.
There is naturally no reward.
From the stingy team leader's point of view, not charging team building fees to these contract workers is already a very merciful thing. Anyone who dares to ask for compensation is simply "unbecoming of a son".
"Tonight's fruit, barbecue, green hornet and amber light are all open for supply!" The head of the group encouraged the wine and encouraged: "Who can get one more task... responsible for reporting to the club every week?
Does the federation submit a weekly work report?”
Zhang Jixin turned around to look, grabbed Xiao Xiao's limp arm and lifted it up.
"I'm next on behalf of the Doctor!" he yelled.
"Okay!" Zheng Qing slapped the table hard: "Everyone is encouraging!"
There was a chaotic cheer in the dormitory.
"This is the power of friendship and enthusiasm!" At the end of his speech at the end of the meeting, the leader of the Knights shouted with a red face: "Intrachonel, it will definitely come true!"
Then, he raised the amber light in the cup and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Davasili, cheers!"
"For friendship!" Fatty Xin howled.
"For the passion!" Zhang Jixin's face turned red and black.
"For faith!" Dylan waved his arms and shouted. The two delicate cufflinks on his sleeves had long since disappeared.
"...Cheers!" Lin Guo looked at the water in his cup with some frustration, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "What is Xiong Naer the leader said?"
"Xiong Naer?" The smile on Xiao Xiao's face froze, and he was stunned for a long time before replying dryly: "Oh, it's a magical creature raised by the Inuit, made from polar bears... It's rare...
…very rare…”
"You are so awesome!" The little wizard looked at the doctor with envy: "When can I be as good as you..."
"When you are drunk too." Xiao Xiao muttered in a low voice, and suddenly burst into giggles.
…
…
The party lasted until late at night.
Zheng Qing couldn't even remember how much wine they drank in total - these living materials were extremely cheap to buy at the Wandering Bar with his gold card - until when he got up on Friday morning, the hangover headache still plagued dormitory 403
all members.
Yes, all members.
Dylan did not leave the dormitory in the end. Perhaps the wildness in the werewolf blood infected him. After being stained with alcohol, the noble under the moon seemed particularly bold and unrestrained, so that when cleaning, the elves had to ask the fat cat to help, sucking the blood.
Mr. Werewolf pushed into his coffin.
"I just want to know if you took any pictures yesterday." In the alchemy class on Friday morning, Zheng Qingqiang held his eyelids and weakly asked a few people next to him: "I kind of forgot what it's like to be drunk..."
Xiao Xiao's face was pale and his lips were also pale, looking as if he had applied a layer of powder.
He pursed his lips tightly, shook his head, and said nothing.
Fatty Xin is worse than him.
From the moment he entered the classroom until the official start of class, he was lying on the desk, motionless.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, one would have suspected that he had died suddenly in the classroom.
That is to say, Professor Tesla asked his graduate students to come to class. Alchemy classroom discipline has always been relatively loose. In any other professor's class, if the fat man dared to have such an attitude, he would have been trained by those gentlemen to become eighteen
It looks like that.
"Lan Que didn't drink. He, the young monk Shi Yuan, and Lin Guo all drank water." Zhang Jixin turned around and replied.
Zheng Qing looked at the red-faced boy with envy, and for a moment he had no idea about the other three guys' lack of loyalty.
Among all the people who are hungover, maybe only Zhang Jixin is in a relatively normal state today. I don’t know if it’s because his blush can really make him drink.
Time flies by in a state of depression.
As soon as you close your eyes and open them again, the day will pass without you noticing.
After a day of uninterrupted naps, Zheng Qing's mental state finally reached its peak before going to bed at night.
"It must be no problem." He sat in his tent, holding the ampoule containing the deformation potion in his hand, secretly cheering: "Break it, stir it up, suffocate it, and it will be a good one tomorrow...
Good luck!"
He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the images of all kinds of weird bugs, molluscs, and abnormal creatures from his mind.
"Calm down...innerpeace...breathe lightly..." Zheng Qing sat cross-legged, reached out and pulled out the seven or eight meditation charms from the gray cloth bag, and patted them all over the bed without blinking.
He was about to transform, so he had to be careful.
After two days of cramming in the library, he knew that the inner world during transformation had a great influence on the host's final form. It was mentioned more than once in those thick transformation references that an old wizard in Namibia had a great impact on the final form of the host.
I accidentally watched a health education film from an island country and was so shocked that I eventually turned into a caterpillar.
Although turning into a bug is very rare, very rare.
But Zheng Qing didn't want to have this kind of achievement at all.
He could not imagine how a creature with an incomplete neuron system could accommodate his "huge and rich" soul.
"Snapped!"
The head of the ampoule was ripped off by Zheng Qing.
The young public-funded student took a glass of warm milk from the elf and poured the potion into it.
It wasn't until the last drop of residue disappeared that Zheng Qing put down his aching arm, took the glass rod, and started stirring patiently.
"What are you doing?" Fatty Xin asked with some confusion outside the tent.
"Oh, drink some milk...it's good for your health after a hangover." Zheng Qing lied calmly.
He didn't tell his roommates that he planned to transform tonight.
Although according to professors and information, transformation in the modern sense is not a very dangerous spell, wizards' curiosity is always endless.
Zheng Qing could not stop others from staying up all night by his bedside, watching the process of his bones melting and his skin and flesh reorganizing.
Thinking about that situation makes people shudder.
"You must have a good dream." The young public-funded student said to himself, raised the warm milk in the cup and drank it in one gulp.
Then he rinsed his mouth and got straight into bed.
"Have a sweet dream." He muttered softly, holding a dim tarot card tightly in his hand.
A Knight of Wands card.
This is the blessing that Elena gave him a long time ago. Although the blessing above has been almost exhausted, Zheng Qing has always firmly stuffed it under his pillow.
Maybe this persistence has played a little role.
He soon fell into sleep.
This chapter has been completed!