Later that day, Zheng Qing did not go to D&K to meet his companions as promised. Instead, he flew a paper crane and told everyone that he had something to do and needed to analyze some talismans for Qingqiu Mansion.
As for the accommodation, Qingqiu Mansion has already arranged it for you, and you can go back after you finish your work.
Zheng Qing was vague in the paper crane about where he would live, what talismans he would analyze, and when he would finish his work. On the contrary, in his letter, he kept hinting that he did not live in a mansion.
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He could fully predict that if he honestly told others that he would be living in Qingqiu Mansion for the next two weeks, he might not be able to live in peace for the entire semester.
Early the next morning, before it was dark, Zheng Qing rushed to Feiyuan in the dark.
Feiyuan is where students do their morning classes.
Zheng Qing's idea is very simple.
In Feiyuan in the morning, no one else will show up except those who do morning classes. In Zheng Qing’s impression, among the members of the Exoneration Hunting Team who regularly go to Feiyuan every day, the only one other than him is Xiao.
Laughed.
Most of the time, Xiao Xiao is very calm.
This ensured that he would not yell after seeing Zheng Qing and make the whole world know about Zheng Qing's relationship with Qingqiu Mansion. Then Zheng Qing could find out from Xiao Xiao what they had discussed at the meeting yesterday.
What happened, how much he knew about Zheng Qing and Su Shijun, and whether there was any clear evidence.
The plan is perfect, but the reality is cruel - life likes to catch you off guard on things you are sure of.
When Zheng Qing rushed to Feiyuan and came to the big tree where he usually did morning classes, he did not see Xiao Xiao or the old turtle Xiao Xiao raised.
Standing under the tree were Fatty Xin, Dylan, and Zhang Jixin.
No one has the habit of doing morning classes.
Zheng Qing glanced at him, turned around and walked outside Feiyuan.
Just kidding, there are places for morning classes everywhere, but you only have one life. Those guys look bad at first glance. If they don’t escape as soon as possible, will they still be beaten?
It's a pity that his choice came a little late.
He turned around and walked not even two steps when his eyes flashed and a figure flashed in front of him.
It's Dylan.
As a sublunar creature with vampire blood, Dylan has well retained the keen senses and agile mobility of the vampires. Zheng Qing has no doubt that Mr. Vampire Werewolf has already discovered his traces as soon as he set foot on Feiyuan.
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"Wow, long time no see!" The wizard looked surprised and waved to Dylan: "You slept late enough today!"
On weekdays, Dylan has the opposite schedule to everyone else. During the day, it is when he returns to his dormitory and prepares to get into the coffin.
"I'll go back to sleep when I see you." Mr. Vampire Werewolf lowered his eyelids and replied in a muffled voice, with a bad tone.
Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose and looked back cautiously.
Fatty Xin and Elder Zhang, one on the left and one on the right, were walking towards him according to the standard outflanking route during hunting. They were not in a hurry, clasping their fingers with a malicious smile on their face.
"Hey, good morning!" The young public-funded student forced a smile, waved his hands left and right, and greeted his companions: "Everyone is here... When did you start doing morning classes?"
While he was talking, the fat man and the elder had already arrived diagonally behind him, but did not answer his question.
Zheng Qing felt a little flustered.
"Have you seen Poseidon?" He forcibly changed the subject: "That guy didn't know where he went... I told him a long time ago not to run around during morning exercise, not to run around, but he just refused to listen...
No, I have to go look for it, it will be terrible if I am chased away by some uncultured big dog."
With that said, Zheng Qing planned to pass through the gap between the three of them and slip out.
But a thick arm stretched out from behind, grabbed his collar, and held him in place.
"What did you do last night?" Zhang Jixin asked gruffly from behind him.
Zheng Qing sighed in his heart.
"I went to Qingqiu Mansion to help." He turned around and replied honestly - everyone knew about this matter, and it would be inappropriate to keep it secretive.
"What are you doing? Is there anything we can do to help?" Dylan's eyes lit up, his droopy eyelids suddenly raised, and his tone became much more eager.
Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and carefully answered in eight words: "Analyzing the talisman...the silent contract."
This was the excuse he had been pondering all night.
If you don't come up with some specific work, you will definitely not be able to block these guys' minds. If you lie too much, it will inevitably lead to inconsistencies and inconsistencies.
Therefore, Zheng Qing's best strategy is to only tell a few "facts" and then use the universal plaster of "silence contract" to plug the remaining loopholes, eliminating the trouble of subsequent explanations.
Anyway, these guys from the Forgiveness Hunting Team have dealt with Qingqiu Mansion before and signed a silent contract that was not harsh but had detailed terms. They can definitely accept Zheng Qing's words.
Sure enough, after hearing Zheng Qing's answer, Dylan's expression suddenly became much disappointed, but he didn't ask any more questions.
The young public-funded student quietly breathed a sigh of relief - before he could fully relax, Fatty Xin asked the third question: "Where did you stay last night?"
This is another important question.
"The place arranged by Qingqiu Mansion...the silent contract." Zheng Qing laughed twice and replied dryly.
This is not bad.
The place where Zheng Qing lives now is indeed arranged by Qingqiu Mansion, but the charm of language lies here. He did not explicitly admit that he lives in Qingqiu Mansion, so this means that he may just live in Qingqiu now.
Outside the mansion, somewhere rented or provided by the mansion.
This situation is very common.
The wizarding organization outside the school invites First University students to go out to help out all year round and do some exquisite and meticulous magic work. And this kind of work not only comes with a generous red envelope, but also often includes food and accommodation - the accommodation here,
Those wizarding organizations rent hotels or B&Bs off campus to arrange for students to live temporarily.
Zheng Qing hopes everyone will think in this direction.
"Silent contract! Silent contract! When I become the chief judge of Danhag, my first order will be to abolish the right of private individuals to sign silent contracts!" Fatty Xin cursed, completely ignoring the strange looks around him.
"Haha, I didn't hear that you still have the ideal of becoming a justice." Zheng Qing laughed dryly, and then immediately took back the initiative of the topic: "Where is the doctor? Why didn't you see him for morning classes today?"
"He said he had something to do and he had to prepare... let's wait for him here." Not getting the answer he wanted from Zheng Qing, the fat man seemed glum and his tone of voice became much more decadent.