"Zheng Qing! Come on! Something big has happened!!"
Fatty Xin's high-pitched and harsh voice resounded throughout the library, shaking the tall floor-to-ceiling windows around it. It was as if a plucked male duck suddenly appeared in a silent forest, breaking the quiet environment instantly.
In the blink of an eye, there were many dissatisfied complaints and noisy denunciations.
Zheng Qing's face suddenly turned green.
He struggled to get up from the floor, taking a chance, and listened for a while again.
Yes, it was Fatty Xin's shout, and it was indeed his name.
"Hold the grass! This damn fat guy must have taken the wrong medicine!" The young public-funded student grabbed the Dharma book and pocket watch at hand, stuffed them into a gray cloth bag, and ran out. He didn't even bother to clean up the table of books.
Already.
He must do something.
For example, find the fat man before he finds himself, then knock him unconscious and drag him out of the library; or sneak out of the library quietly before the fat man finds him, pretending that he has never been here before and does not know the dead fat man.
Theoretically speaking, the first plan was the best and could stop losses to the greatest extent. However, considering the gap in combat effectiveness between himself and Fatty under normal conditions, the young wizard finally decided that the Thirty-Six Strategy was the best strategy.
Unfortunately, things in this world don't always go as planned, and there are even worse things like one, two, and three.
Just after walking through the narrow passage between two bookshelves, Zheng Qing bumped into a familiar fat man.
Before he could recover, his arm was grabbed tightly by the fat man.
"Fuck! Zheng Qing! You are here!!"
Fatty Xin looked at the young public-sponsored student enthusiastically, his face turned blue, "You actually still have the mood to stay here?! Come on, come on with me! Things are going wrong! The wand is going crazy, and the school is going crazy too!"
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As he spoke, he dragged Zheng Qing and planned to walk out of the library.
Zheng Qing turned pale in shock at the fat man's slightly crazy behavior and blue face. He leaned back and tried his best to resist the strong force coming from the front. At the same time, he stammered, "Yes, cold, calm down.
I'm so calm right now... Fatty, Fatty, you should also calm down... Youhua, if you have something to say, talk to me... calm down, calm down."
Because he was a little nervous, the tone of his voice changed.
Fatty Xin took a few steps and found that it was unexpectedly laborious. He simply stopped and looked at the young wizard anxiously, "What are you doing? I'm very calm now. Come with me!"
His huge voice almost shattered the ceiling of the library.
From the corner of Zheng Qing's eyes, he could vaguely see many eyes mixed with curiosity and disgust, following heads of different colors emerging from behind different bookshelves, looking at them silently.
This immediately caused a thin layer of cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
He took out his other hand from the gray cloth bag, shook out the Dharma book, and read hurriedly:
"The truth of Jing Yan's thinking is that it has its own merits!"
This is an advanced meditation spell that he learned from Su Shijun. In addition to the basic effect of calming the mind and condensing energy, it also has a vague effect like "a wake-up call". It is often used by high-level wizards to prevent people from going crazy and other situations.
Zheng Qing felt that it was most appropriate to use this spell in this situation.
A light green light suddenly popped out from the Dharma book and hit the fat man's chest. After receiving this spell, the fat man who was originally slightly manic gradually lost the blue color on his face and the strength in his hands became a little lighter.
Zheng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He pulled his arm back from the fat man's hand, stood up straight, then shook his arm, frowned, and asked quickly, "Are you crazy just now? You yelled in the library, do you want to follow me again?"
Are you going to work as a coolie under that octopus for a semester like a doctor?"
"I'm not crazy, and the doctor wasn't assigned to work because he yelled." The fat man calmed down, sighed, and lowered his voice, showing a bit of helplessness. "This is for your own good... Let's talk after we go out."
, go out first, and then talk after you go out."
"Let me tell you clearly first, what is going on!" Zheng Qing followed the fat man and trotted out of the library in a hurry. At the same time, he asked with an uneasy look on his face, "What did you just say about something going on? What's going crazy? What do you mean the school is going crazy?"
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"That's the literal meaning..." Fatty's explanation stopped abruptly before he could even leave his mouth.
Correspondingly, his figure that was running out of the library with Zheng Qing also stopped.
Zheng Qing didn't react for a moment and hit the fat man hard again.
"Shit, can you say something before you stop..." Zheng Qing's complaints were swallowed deep in his belly immediately after seeing the huge pink eight-legged octopus in front of the two of them.
The librarians of Shushan Hall are a group of octopuses. This is something that any student of First University knows.
However, in Zheng Qing's impression, these octopuses are not much bigger than mature winter melons. More importantly, their bodies are almost all the same translucent color. Ordinary students can distinguish their identities only in these libraries.
The employee number is embroidered on the edge of the gray hat on the administrator's head.
Of course, it seems that no students will seriously memorize the numbers of these octopus managers.
When students encounter this administrator in the bookshelf corridor, they will usually call him "Mr. Zhang". Polite students will also bow or salute. As long as you are not collecting books in front of him,
Draw a little figure on the title page, or tear off a page and put it in your trouser pocket. Mr. Octopus is still very talkative.
But obviously, the octopus that appeared in front of Zheng Qing and Fatty Xin didn't look like the 'easy to talk' type. Zheng Qing secretly speculated whether the octopus might have been blown up because it was angry.
The color has changed and the volume has expanded so much - he would definitely not say this speculation.
"Hello Mr. Zhang!"
"Hello Mr. Zhang!"
The two first-year students in red robes instantly changed from irritable little boys to well-behaved children. They bowed respectfully to the pink octopus in front of them and said hello in unison.
However, this move did not bring them more preferential treatment.
"Classmate Xin Banner Schmidt-Bayer!"
"Classmate Zheng Qing!"
"You are so presumptuous!!"
"You are shouting, making noises and disrupting the order of library management in Shushan Library. Do you want to rebel?"
The huge pink octopus spurted puffs of thick ink from its mouth, and typed a string of huge, serious, and cold black characters in mid-air, "Let your dean lead the person!!"
The two young wizards were immediately frightened and turned pale.