Vol 2 Chapter 225: What gift to give

Until Saturday at noon when he went to Dr. Duzem's research institute to review the elves, Zheng Qing was still worried about what gift to give to Elena.
As a student, his options are very limited.
Most of Mu Shiniang’s jewelry is attached to the blessings of high-level wizards. A bare ring without carvings can dare to ask for three jade coins, not to bargain, let alone those beautiful hairpins, hairpins, and jewels. , The shy public-sponsored student in the bag was even embarrassed to ask the puppet girl who guarded the shop about the price of those accessories.
Although the price of the cosmetics made by Lin Jinghua is right, Zheng Qing doesn't know the color that Elena likes, the taste that Elena likes, or whether Elena has a favorite brand. In case of buying a brand that she hates and hates, and it happens to be the color and taste that she doesn't like, hey, that picture, it is hopeless to think about it.
As for flowers, Zheng Qing didn't even think about this choice. Even the jugglers in the northern district of Beta Town can pull out a large bouquet of fresh roses from their hats, not to mention a high-achieving student at a wizarding university-besides, what kind of flowers can soothe the Gypsy witch What about the wounded heart?
Under worry, Zheng Qing couldn't help but miss the almighty Du Niang.
Although the reputation is relatively poor, Du Niang will always give some advice in some helpless situations-no matter good or bad, it is better to have an idea than a chaotic brain.
There was no way, so I bought a Pandora's Box.
When Zheng Qing was helping the doctor to make medicine, he thought fiercely, "It's a big deal to fight for luck and look at character, but Xiaoye's horoscope is very hard!"
The Pandora's Box sold in Apple Court is just like its name. Before opening it, the wizards can't guess what's in the box. Maybe it's a rare green crystal, maybe it's a broken magic item, or maybe it's just a bundle of weeds with traces of rodent bites on it.
It must be admitted that people are crazy when they are desperate.
"If you plan to poison your group of little elves, you can feed them some nettle wine. There is no need to waste more precious nettle seeds." Dr. Du Zemu's faint sigh sounded in Zheng Qing's ears. The young public student was taken aback.
"Ah, I'm very sorry, I'm very sorry!" Zheng Qing looked at the impurities mixed in the jade bowl, his face paled with fright, and apologized again and again: "I was a bit distracted just now... I'm really sorry!"
"It doesn't matter, the main medicine is the sand hour royal jelly you provided... Only this one, wasted is your loss." Dr. Duzem replied with a stern face and expressionless face.
Zheng Qing became more embarrassed.
"You look a little bit ungrateful," Jiang Yu just cut the mulberry leaf beside his hand into filaments and threw it into the boiling liquid medicine. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing: "Is it a sequelae of a headache?"
Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, vaguely.
From a certain perspective, Jelena’s troubles are indeed one of the sequelae of headaches.
With Dr. Duzem's warning, Zheng Qing didn't dare to be distracted any more until the elves took the potion prepared by royal jelly when the sand was taken.
"Not surprisingly, the daily physical examination data of these little elves should remain stable next week." The doctor looked at Zheng Qing’s accumulated physical examination record sheet, sketched it with a quill pen, and said quickly: "Daily Inspection is still essential, and the accumulation of relevant data is very important for you to complete this experiment...oh, it is very important for saving you little guys."
Zheng Qing hugged a group of sleepy elves and bowed respectfully to thank.
From the beginning of school until now, some of the shadows that had been in his heart seemed to finally disappear.
The flight attendant who died unexpectedly in the duty room, the hoarse laughter of the banshee named Nikita, and the bright red blood flowing on the wooden floor, all turned into flying with Dr. Duzem's sketch gray.
"This period of time really troubles you." Jiang Yu stood aside and smiled slightly: "I heard Uncle Constantine say that you plan to do some deep experiments on artificial life, and you need some experimental materials... some time ago, I have written a letter to my grandmother. In her reply, she also gave a very high evaluation of your research results and agreed to increase support for the institute."
Dr. Duzem finally removed the stiff expression on his face, and his eyes burst out with astonishment.
"Really... Thank you so much." He spread his hands and stood there helplessly, seeming to want to hug the young witch in front of him, but he was afraid of being rude, so he forcibly restrained this impulse.
This makes his behavior look very strange.
Jiang Yu smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and gently hugged Dr.
"Come on!" She clenched her fist and waved vigorously in mid-air.
Dr. Duzem's face burst into a bright smile.
This kind of joy from the heart seemed to have touched a certain mysterious magic rule, and everyone present could not help but smile.
The old servant Constantine was standing in the corner of the yard, smiling at the doctor's cheerful smile, tucked up his cuffs, and wiped the corners of his eyes.
Zheng Qing stood behind Jiang Yu,
The sun shrouded her whole body, coating her slim figure with a beautiful color.
The young public-sponsored student moved slightly in his heart.
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Leaving the Institute of Abnormal Life, walking in a deep and winding alley, short and sharp insects scream beside my ears, a gloomy alleyway in front of my eyes, and the blue sky above my head looks like a thin line, which is extremely remote.
Zheng Qing was holding the cardboard box, fierce ideological struggle in his mind.
He finally made up his mind until the light from the alleyway came into view.
"Can you accompany me to the pedestrian street?" Zheng Qing plucked up the courage to look at the witch next to him, and the fingers holding the cardboard box trembled because of excessive force.
Jiang Yu gave him a surprised look.
"I want to ask you for help..." Zheng Qing said stubbornly, seemingly incoherent: "If you have time."
"Of course." Jiang Yu seemed to think his performance was interesting, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Why do you look a little weird."
"It's stressful." Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief immediately, showing a relieved expression.
After a few minutes.
Pedestrian street in Beta Town.
On Saturday afternoon, there was a torrent of people, the figures coming and going one after another, the shouts of the vendors and the cheerful laughter of the guests intertwined, everything seemed so harmonious.
Except for two young figures.
A young wizard and wizard stood in front of a shop in the pedestrian street.
Jiang Yu's gaze turned back on the shop plaque and Zheng Qing's face.
Zheng Qing frowned ~EbookFREE.me~ as if nothing had happened.
"Tell the truth," Jiang Yu glanced at the shop in front of him, and glanced at Zheng Qing with a subtle expression: "I didn't expect you to come to this place."
"It's not just you," Zheng Qing finally couldn't stand it any longer, looked around nervously, and whispered, "I don't even believe it myself."
"It's also... Life is always full of surprises." The witch let out a string of laughter like silver bells, and opened the door first and walked in.
Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and glanced at the plaque at the front of the shop.
On the fluttering silk cloth, the three words green and spinning are looming.
　　
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