Wei Zeshu took the ice Coke that the two friends gave him and walked back to his dormitory.
One day ago, for some reason, Wei Curcuma, who was still reading, was suddenly carried to the back hill by Li Shengruo with a serious look on his face. The other party directly took out Huiming and wanted to fight with him.
It seemed like what was going to happen to the person who lost the battle... Before Wei Curcuma had time to hear clearly, he was knocked down by a stick because he was in poor physical condition.
When Wei Curcuma, whose vision went dark, woke up again, it was already half a day later. Li Shengruo felt a little embarrassed and told him the beginning and end of the matter in a serious manner, making him dumbfounded.
Although it was a bit tricky, his friends were taking care of him in their own way, which moved Wei Curcuma a little.
It's just...it seems like I'm really approaching the critical point.
Wei Zeshu looked a little lonely at the wall of books that seemed to have no gaps in the night.
In fact, apart from trying to meditate these days, he doesn't read those notes very much anymore. However, the vivid and abnormal paintings and strange text descriptions in those notes are as complex as the stars in the sky, which has done a lot to his spirit. impact.
The anomalies tumbling in my mind all the time seemed to come alive, shouting, crying, and laughing.
Now, just touching the covers of those notes makes Wei Curcuma feel physiologically nauseous.
- He hasn't eaten for two days.
The brown paper bags brought back from Baiye Pavilion were placed where they were, and he didn't move them.
Unexpectedly, the difficulty I encountered turned out to be reading.
Wei Zeshu smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, not knowing what to do when faced with the wall of books.
He might really give up. If this continues, let alone memorizing these notes, digesting them, understanding them, and applying them to actual combat, he might die in front of this book wall first.
Wei Curcuma took a deep breath and decided to try again today. Even if he died, he would not give up just like that.
As soon as he stepped out with his left foot, he noticed a rustling sound behind the curtain.
At the same time, he also keenly discovered that the brown paper bag he had placed next to the book wall and had not been moved yesterday was missing.
Wei Zeshu stepped forward directly and opened the curtain suddenly. The black soul pressure in his right hand could expand and contract at any time, and it could be transformed into a sword and slashed out at any time.
But when he saw clearly what was behind the curtain, the soul pressure in his hands dissipated helplessly.
A little raccoon with smooth fur and a plump belly was lying leisurely beside the bed, admiring the scenery outside the window, while reaching out like a human to grab a sandwich from the brown paper bag that Wei Curcuma gave yesterday.
The sandwich is filled with cheese, tomatoes and beef, so this little raccoon's mouth is full of red tomato juice, mixed with sticky yellow cheese sauce, and his soft and furry belly is covered with eaten bits. Sandwich bread crumbs.
Wei Curcuma and this leisurely raccoon stared at each other under the moonlight.
"..."
"What are you looking at? I've never seen a raccoon eating a sandwich. Help me close the curtains."
The raccoon grunted and moved its butt, changing its position. He held the half-eaten sandwich comfortably in his hands, took a firm bite, and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment while chewing.
A raccoon...in his bedroom...eating his own sandwich from yesterday?
And it even spoke?
For the first time, Wei Zeshu also began to wonder if he was insane when he looked at those notes and shook his head.
"Where did the raccoon come from?!"
"I came in through the gate."
The raccoon finished the sandwich in three gulps, wiped its mouth with its paw, then put its head into the brown paper bag next to it, took out the fried brown omelette, stuffed the egg white into its mouth, and chewed it. The bar chirped.
"Don't the canteens in the north now use butter when frying eggs? It's really unpopular... Oh my god! It also fry both sides! Use butter to fry one side, you can suck out the drippings with your mouth The egg yolk is called an omelette!"
It murmured and complained while eating. Although it complained, it still ate every bite of the omelette.
"Don't look at me with such surprise. I see you haven't touched this dinner for two days, thinking no one wants it."
The raccoon patted its furry belly grandly.
"Are you an anomaly?"
"You're the anomaly! I'm a raccoon!"
The raccoon protested loudly as if its tail had been stepped on.
.....You talk in human language and you still have the self-consciousness that you are a raccoon...
Wei Curcuma complained bitterly in his heart.
"Speaking of which, your wall is filled with notes written by Mo Daosang, right?"
"how do you know?"
"I'll know it when I see it."
Only then did Wei Zeshu notice that there was a notebook lying next to the raccoon. The inside page of the notebook was opened, and it was covered with raccoon paw prints stained with cheese and tomato juice.
The raccoon reached out and pinched the note beside him, adding a handprint wrapped in runny egg yolk on it.
"Idiot! Stop!"
Seeing his teacher's notes being ruined by this raccoon, Wei Curcuma, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly became energetic and wanted to kick this unknown raccoon to the other side of the dormitory.
"It's okay... Just by looking at it, you can tell it's a photocopy of his notes. There's no trace of ink on it. What's there to be afraid of?"
The raccoon slowly reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth, then licked his paws.
"On the contrary, you seem to be tortured enough by these notes?"
The raccoon shook his head, as if he couldn't see past it.
"Mo Daosang has become corrupted by tormenting an unqualified student like this... He is really evil-minded. Do you want you to understand?"
"I advise you not to look at it too hard. If you look at it like this, you will die here first."
Raccoon's words suddenly hit Wei Curcuma's pain point, and he waited for the second half of his words.
"However, if you give me the cold iron can in your arms, I can give you some advice."
If it weren't for these words, Wei Curcuma would have felt that he was really frightened by its blabbering words. He opened his mouth to speak of Beijing and Mo Daosang. . . .
But two cans of iced Coke, just give them.
Wei Curcuma took out a can and handed it to the little raccoon doubtfully. The raccoon licked his lips and stretched out his two small paws to catch the Coke, which was a bit big for its size.
"Oh! It's still very cold! Let me tell you, this kind of tin can only tastes good if it's iced."
It groped from its furry belly, took out a pink plastic straw, stood up on tiptoes and pried open the can's opening with both claws, and threw the pink straw in.
"You have to wait until the hissing disappears before you drink it, otherwise you'll keep burping after drinking it."
The raccoon said this in a serious manner, as if he was sharing his experience with Wei Curcuma.
"You are so angry..."
Wei Curcuma opened the jar in his hand and took a sip.
