If Jiang Yu hadn't reminded him, Zheng Qing would have almost forgotten about the strange wizard who secretly climbed into the cat fruit tree that night.
If he still remembered, when he went to the school working committee office in the afternoon, he should have reported the incident of the strange wizard to the school, instead of sitting on the small balcony of the dormitory like now, full of regret in his heart.
Yes, regret.
After reading Jiang Yu's letter, Zheng Qing felt regretful.
The witch took care of him and did those dangerous investigations in private, but he didn't tell her when he had new information. He clearly remembered that after the magic literature class in the afternoon, the witch had been packing things in the front row of the classroom for a long time, and she had glanced at him a few times - maybe she wanted to talk to him about the content of this letter at that time. But at that time, the boy was immersed in discussing the letter from Monteria Laboratory with his companions and ignored this.
The mental 'disorder' brought about by this regret made him a little uneasy.
The sun outside the house has not completely set yet.
It's still light.
There was some noise in the house.
The narrow sunlight seemed to have imprisoned the boy's uneasiness, giving him the courage to read the letter a few more times. Then, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the wizard took out a piece of light cyan letter paper from the gray cloth bag, spread it on his knees, and scrawled a reply.
In his reply, he first expressed his gratitude to the witch for her letter.
This was the right thing to do, whether it was out of politeness or for the risk he took to investigate the witch privately, he should express his gratitude and gratitude.
In the second part of the reply, the boy mentioned the witch's suggestion and said that he had just gone to the school working committee in the afternoon and filled out the situation explanation materials. Of course, here, he did not say that he was persuaded by Xiao Xiao and others. Perhaps in some unknown corner of his heart, he hoped that the witches would think that they had some kind of tacit understanding. In addition, Zheng Qing also briefly recounted the test results of the dog's blood by the Monteria laboratory in the letter, and There are several speculations made by him, Xiao Xiao and others.
Originally afraid that the witch would worry and worried about how to explain the origin of Gouzi's blood, Zheng Qing hesitated for a time whether to tell Jiang Yu about the outer gods and the hounds of Tindalos. But he was worried that Jiang Yu would cause even greater trouble by conducting random investigations without knowing anything. As is often the case on TV - the ending is often not very happy.
So he finally chose to tell the whole situation honestly.
The wizard emphasized the last part of the letter, saying that the entire matter had been reported to the school, and the school would deal with it accordingly. He hoped that the witch would no longer take risks to investigate the origins of Gouzi or the strange wizard.
After writing the letter, Zheng Qing raised his head, rubbed his sore neck, and looked out the window.
The red sun that was still in the sky before completely fell behind the horizon, and the sky became darker and darker. There were several tall oak trees not far from the window, and the tops of the trees could just be seen from the balcony. The evening breeze blew through, and the rustling laughter of the leaves could be heard.
All this made the boy feel much more relaxed.
After folding the letter paper into a paper crane, he tried to stand up, only to find that his legs were numb from squatting for a long time.
Because he wrote the reply on his knees, the sharp tip of the quill pen pierced the thin letter paper several times, pricking a small conspicuous red spot on his knees. However, in order to avoid being watched and complained by his roommates, the young wizard insisted on completing this task on the small balcony.
Zheng Qing rubbed his knees, stood up, and watched the light blue paper crane leave the balcony and fly over the tops of the oak trees. Then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the dormitory.
The lights were on in the house.
Xiao Xiao was sitting by the bed, rarely reading a book, but playing with a beautiful divination crystal ball; Fatty was half-leaning on the bedside, bulging his belly, helping Tuan Tuan comb his hair.
The fat cat was snoring, with a group of elves lying on its back.
Hearing the sound of the wizard entering the door, the fat cat just shook his ears, while the elves flapped their wings and flew up, or went to get hot towels, teacups and fruits, and a few went to Zheng Qing's bedside. Bring him pajamas.
"Have you finished writing the love letter?" The fat man stroked his cat and asked lazily: "Is it Squad Leader Jiang or Senior Sister Kolma? Well, it's definitely not Elena... You have been dumped by her."
Regarding this kind of complaints, Zheng Qing has learned to go in with the left ear and out with the right ear, and will never argue with the fat man.
Some things become darker as they are described.
Pretending not to hear or not see it will quickly be overshadowed by other topics.
He took the tea from the elf, took a few sips, then covered his face with a hot towel, fell down on his bed, and groaned comfortably: "I'm really exhausted today..."
No one paid any attention to him.
Zheng Qing was lying on the bed, not wanting to get up and wash up. But it’s not right to go to bed without washing up. In the hazy tangle, he vaguely heard a little movement under the bed.
"Tuan Tuan, don't make trouble." He mumbled in a daze.
"What did you say?" Fatty Xin's voice came from another corner of the dormitory. Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds, then took off the towel covering his face.
After hearing the fat man's voice, he immediately recalled that he had just entered the dormitory and clearly saw the fat cat squatting on the fat man's belly.
Since it was squatting on the fat man's belly, who was that rustling under his bed?
They are definitely not their own little elves. Those little guys like to be clean the most and will never play under a dirty bed.
Is there a rat in the dormitory?
Those guys in vests from the Rat Tribe? Without an invitation, they shouldn't be able to enter the dormitory?
Zheng Qing raised his head over the edge of the bed, leaned down and looked under the bed.
Ha, sure enough.
It's that dog again.
Even if the dusty dog skin is covered with a layer of dust, he can still recognize it. Because the light under the bed was dim, the dog's eyes were a little bright and green, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.
Seeing the wizard's head, the dog stuck out its tongue excitedly, shook its tail, and swept up a cloud of dust, which made Zheng Qing choke and cough. He slapped the bed board angrily and made a threatening sound from his mouth.
The dog was frightened and disappeared from under the bed.
"That dog?" Xiao Xiao could easily guess the reason for Zheng Qing's anger.
"Hmm." The wizard's head was still hanging on the edge of the bed. He did not return to the bed because the dog left, but instead lay down a little lower than before.
"Still there?"
"Already scared away."
"Then why are you still lying there?"
Zheng Qing's head was buried under the bed, silent - so quiet that Xiao Xiao was already worried that he would die suddenly from cerebral hemorrhage because his head was too low.
After a few seconds, the voice of the young public-funded student sounded again, announcing that the doctor was just worrying in vain.
"I seemed to see something under the bed..."
Zheng Qing stuck his buttocks out, with most of his head still buried under the bed, and his voice sounded a little uncertain.
