"Do your own thing... Why don't you tell them yourself?!"
"You asked me, a 1,500-year-old man, to act as a mouthpiece for you, but you still use a commanding tone at all times, without even using the word 'please'. Have you considered the dignity of the nobles under the moon? Do you have any respect for the elderly?"
It’s the traditional virtue of loving one’s age!”
"Well, having said that...if I help you deliver the message, can I take your place?"
"Anyway, according to what you said, you won't have time for a while and won't be able to go to the Qingqiu Mansion... Please help me to the end and send the Buddha to the west. I will help you to work at the mansion for a while."
"If we happen to meet the beautiful Su, do you need me to bring her signature for you? If so, where do you plan to sign it... Do you have a clean shirt or a new book of law? A new notebook will also do."
"Hey, I want to help you anyway, why don't you give me a reply?"
"We are all in the same dormitory and hunting team, and we know everything about it. Are you still afraid that I will trick you? By the way, if I go on your behalf, do I need to find a guarantor? You will vouch for me, right...mutually beneficial
It’s reciprocal, right?”
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence..."
Dylan stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking his small ivory-handled brush and carefully polishing the sharp fangs around his mouth, while complaining endlessly to Zheng Qing - after being suddenly assigned a task by a young public-funded student, he
I feel that I am completely emboldened to complain like this.
But no matter what he said, he was beaming and salivating, but there was still no response from the tent covering Zheng Qing's six-poster bed. If it weren't for the curtain, you could still feel the strong vitality of the young public-funded student, Dylan would have been there long ago.
Unable to suppress my curiosity, I opened the curtain to find out.
But until he cleaned the two fangs and powdered and polished the tips, there was still no movement behind the curtain.
This made him feel a little uneasy.
After taking off the obsidian cufflinks for the third time and replacing them with two ruby cufflinks, the reserved Yuexia noble finally couldn't help but cautiously approached Zheng Qing's tent.
"hello?"
"Zheng Qing? Are you still there?"
"Students who are publicly funded students from Jiuyou College..."
He drawled in a long tone, and every time he changed his name, he took a step closer to the tent. After a few steps, the red curtain was already within reach.
Several elves were flapping their wings, holding their little arms, and blocking his nose, as if they wouldn't give in.
"Excuse me, I just want to see if your master is suffocated by the pillow." Dylan bowed to the elves and said pleasantly.
I don’t know if they understood what he said, but although the elves responded with a "whisper", they had no intention of getting out of the way. Instead, they moved closer and closer, almost touching Dylan's eyelashes.
Just when Dylan was considering whether to use a little magic to solve these minor troubles, a loud voice finally came from the tent:
"As long as you bring the news, it doesn't matter if you want to work as a coolie with them."
"The premise is that Li Meng does not object to adding you to the temporary labor list."
"As for the signature you mentioned, well, if it's convenient, you can bring one for me... There is an unopened Dharma book in the desk drawer. It is a Thanksgiving gift given by the student union to publicly funded students. It is enough for a signature.
"
Listening to Zheng Qing's relatively orderly arrangements, Dylan couldn't help but frown.
Compared with before, that is, when he entered the dormitory, the voice of the young public-funded student seemed a little hoarse, as if he had not drank water all night and then forced himself to speak. It gave people a feeling of extra effort.
"Are you okay?" Dylan raised his head and asked with concern: "Didn't you just tell me what Dean Yao arranged for you to do? Do you need help?"
"No, thank you!" The voice from the tent roughly interrupted the vampire werewolf's good intentions.
As if aware of his rudeness, the young public-funded student immediately explained in a remedial manner: "...If you plan to participate in the work of Qingqiu Mansion later, it is best to go outside the teaching building now and wait for Li Meng to finish class, so that both parties can discuss it.
There's room. Well, there's less than half an hour left before class ends, so you can run faster and there's still time."
"In addition, if I were you, before negotiating with Li Meng, I would definitely give her some benefits...such as a piece of black forest cake or a small bag of crispy cream puffs."
"Don't buy snacks in the school cafeteria. The workmanship is too rough and the taste is too strong. I recommend you to go to the Miaomiao Dessert Shop on the pedestrian street, just next to Shuangtangji. It is a newly opened shop and is very popular. Li Meng
I have said it several times."
"Also, you must carry Jiang Yu behind your back when giving gifts. She doesn't like Li Meng eating too many sweets, and she has been very strict recently..."
Before the chatter in the tent was finished, Dylan ran out like a gust of wind.
Not thirty seconds after I ran out, the door of the dormitory opened with another bang.
Mr. Vampire Werewolf looked at the frightened elves with an apologetic look, and quickly explained: "I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot the book that our grandson paid for..."
As he spoke, he jumped to the desk, opened Zheng Qing's drawer, and pulled out a thick, bulging soft-cover Dharma book that had not yet been opened.
"Tsk, the student union has always been so stingy." Dylan shook his head, then turned back and smiled at the elves surrounding Zheng Qing's tent, and ran out like a gust of wind.
In the entire dormitory, in this farce, the only one who had no reaction from beginning to end was maybe the fat cat who took a nap on Fatty Xin's pillow after eating and drinking - it just happened when Dylan broke into the room again.
Sometimes I twitched my ears, but didn't even open my eyes.
But its 'stability' came to an end less than five minutes after Dylan left the dormitory.
Because a black cat slipped out from the gap in Zheng Qing's tent silently, and then walked leisurely in front of the fat cat on cat steps.
The fat cat finally couldn't bear the close proximity of the same kind, and opened one eye angrily.
What are you going to do?!
Tuantuan questioned the black cat with his eyes, and flicked his tail subconsciously.
"Ahem, I know you can understand what I'm saying," Black Cat squatted in front of Tuantuan and pretended to cough: "When they come back in the evening, if the atmosphere in the dormitory is good, fly a red one to me.
If the atmosphere is bad, fly me a white paper crane... Hey, the paper crane is in my drawer, already folded."
The fat cat closed his eyes again indifferently.
"Five chicken legs, two deposits." The black cat immediately raised its paw.
On the pillow, a paw poked out from the ball of fur that was originally balled up, and slapped Zheng Qing's paw.
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