Zheng Qing was lying in bed listening to the howling wind outside the window, every cell in his body resisting the idea of getting up.
But this is the school hospital.
He is still lying on the hospital bed at school.
That stern Lady Bella would not allow a recovering student to stay in bed.
A gust of cool wind blew against his face, and along with the rustling sound, Zheng Qing felt as if his cheek was being pricked by needles.
He took a breath and reluctantly opened his left eye.
A white paper crane was flying up and down between the pillows, jumping constantly; from time to time it would flap its wings, come up to his cheek, and peck him a few times with its sharp-edged beak.
The young public-funded student grunted in his throat, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and grabbed the little thing that was flopping around randomly.
The paper crane flapped its wings symbolically, then docilely lowered its head and spread out its body.
Zheng Qing closed one eye and flattened the paper crane with one hand. Using the faint white light outside the window, he glanced at the familiar handwriting on the letter paper:
"Brother Qing, please help me! In an emergency, I can't go to Lao Yao's class. Help me hold on. Thank you later! Also, I know you have a way..."
"What the hell!" Zheng Qing let out a long breath, clenched the letter into a ball, and threw it into the air.
"Xi Xi!" A guarding elf rushed out like the wind, caught the paper ball, and shook it in front of Zheng Qing complainingly, its two thin tentacles swirling like a circle.
"I was wrong," said the student who was a public-funded student. He immediately raised his hands and expressed his most sincere apology to the hard workers: "It's all the fat man's fault..."
Damn fat man.
I haven't even been discharged from the hospital yet, so this troublesome thing has happened to me.
"Which fat man? What's wrong with the fat man?" Lin Guo's curious voice came from the other corner of the ward.
Zheng Qing glanced at the little wizard who was putting on his robe and sighed deeply.
It’s good to be young, but you don’t get enough sleep, and you have a lot of forgetfulness. No matter how bad things happen, if you sleep for one night, nothing will happen to you when you wake up the next day. Yesterday, I was lying in the tent gloomily and didn’t get out of bed all day. This morning
He was bouncing around again.
"Xin Banner, you know, that Germanic guy." Zheng Qing replied lazily: "He had something to do in the morning and didn't want to go to class. He asked me to help him skip class... Do you have class in the morning?"
He suddenly remembered something, cheered up, raised his upper body, and stared at Lin Guo.
The little wizard understood his plan in the blink of an eye.
"We have a divination class on Monday morning... Oh, I finally understand... When Professor Yi ended the last class, he warned the people in our class that if anyone wants to skip class next class, they must be prepared to write a 30,000-word paper.
Be mentally prepared." Lin Guo suddenly realized, waving his hands quickly and refusing repeatedly: "Besides, I don't have a deformation potion... Do you think the professor is blind? What class do you have on Monday morning?"
"Magic curse." Zheng Qing lay on the bed again and hummed weakly.
"Humph!" the little wizard let out a short, harsh laugh: "You guys have a class with the dean of the college? Does that fat man want to be expelled from the school?"
Zheng Qingba smacked his lips but did not refute.
Choosing this class on Monday morning to escape is indeed a very risky thing.
But since Fatty joined the school's newspaper, he has become a bit naughty. Not only does he often go out early and come back late - he is also known as "collecting the wind" - but he also does some very risky things from time to time.
For example, sneaking into Shushan Pavilion for a night and listening to the ghosts wandering in Shushan's corridors singing and composing poems; or participating as a special guest in a 'fresh meat feast' held by Dylan's companions.
Not long ago, he even planned to take a water repellent pill and go to the fishman's lair to do a street interview - Zheng Qing firmly believed that if Xiao Xiao hadn't asked Zhang Jixin to stop him, this fat man would have turned into a fishman tribe.
It’s time to pickle meat for the winter. Even in a reservation, the fishmen have unusual control over the big lake.
In comparison, skipping class does not seem to be such a risky thing.
In the spells class on Monday morning, according to the previous plan, Lao Yao will discuss the homework assigned last time and analyze the troublesome 'Yuanchen Guardian Spell'.
Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and hid under the quilt, enjoying the last few minutes of comfort before getting up, worrying about how to help the fat man get through.
He is not helpless - just like Fatty Xin wrote in the paper crane, he has a solution.
It's just that he is missing one element now.
A gray pigeon was blown away by the strong wind outside the house and staggered down on the stone platform outside the window. The pigeon flapped its wings and made an uneasy and urgent cooing sound.
In the ward, an orange figure quickly rushed to the balcony, opened the window, and reached out to grab the pigeon in distress. The pigeon struggled in fear, screamed, jumped and flew, and soon fell off the window sill.
Escaped that fat claw.
The orange cat meowed in frustration, without closing the window, and rolled back into the ward with its tail hanging down, and climbed back onto Zheng Qing's bed.
Tuan Tuan followed those wizards to the ward last night.
In Fatty Xin’s words, Zheng Qing would inevitably feel lonely and cold when staying alone in the hospital. Dormitory 403 had the obligation to help his friends overcome this difficulty. After unanimous negotiation, it was decided to appoint representatives of the group to accompany all the roommates of 403 to accompany him for one night.
Zheng Qing was very moved, and then he balled up the fat cat into a ball, stuffed it at the end of the bed, and warmed his feet.
For the orange cat, there is not much difference between being in the dormitory and being in the ward. As long as there is a quilt for him to stretch out, that is enough.
The cold wind squeezed through the gap between the windows and entered the ward, making Zheng Qing shiver several times.
He suddenly became more awake, and the thoughts in his mind became a little clearer.
The young public-funded student tilted his head, glanced at the fat cat huddled at the foot of the bed, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
It wasn't until breakfast that he revealed his plan to Lin Guo.
"It?" Lin Guo pointed to the fat cat lying on the dining table sniffing millet porridge, looking like he had seen a ghost.
Zheng Qing nodded happily and spread a layer of peanut butter on his whole wheat bread.
"Three questions," the little wizard raised his three fingers seriously: "First, does Xin Banner know that you are going to do this?"
"He knew I had a way...he didn't refuse." Zheng Qing picked up a cherry tomato with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and contentedly enjoyed the refreshing, sweet and sour taste of the morning.
"Does this cat agree?" Lin Guo put away a finger and glanced at the fat cat snoring with squinted eyes.
Tuantuan's head remained motionless, only the tip of his tail swept slightly outside the table.
"A chicken leg!" Zheng Qing turned to look at the fat cat. The civet cat that lived in their dormitory glanced at him, opened its mouth and yawned widely, showing its fangs.
"Three chicken legs! One will be cashed now, and two will be cashed after the deal is done!" Zheng Qing patted the table and took out a lunch box from somewhere.
In the box, a greasy chicken leg was still steaming, with a richly colored soup drizzled on it.
"Meow!" The orange cat immediately put his paw on Zheng Qing's hand.
Zheng Qing turned to look at Lin Guo with a smile on his face.
"The third question, where did you get the transformation potion?" The little wizard opened his eyes wide and showed an expression of extreme confusion: "Besides, this cat can't speak either..."
"Use the Mimic Talisman!" Zheng Qing confidently pulled out his little gray pocket: "I have used this trick to guard the shop since junior high school, and there is no problem at all. As for Tuantuan who can't speak, it's easier to do, since he can listen anyway.