Vol 2 Chapter 232: Start of week 5

After half a month, Zheng Qing finally had a good dream.
In the dream, he finally found a suitable opportunity to give that bohemian dress to the gypsy witch-Elena especially liked the box of rouge pearls.
"I can use them to make two guardian necklaces," the witch said happily in a dream, and she tiptoed around a few times, like a joyful butterfly: "One for you, one for me..."
Before the young public-funded student could express his appreciation for the witch's suggestion, he was awakened by a horrible sound.
"Ah ah ah ah! No!"
Fatty Xin screamed in a full voice, tumbling wildly in front of his desk:
"My homework for the spell lesson! What about my homework... I must have done it... the 3000-character "Knowledge Book"!"
Zheng Qing took a deep breath, turned over, pulled the quilt, and completely covered his head.
But the fat man's sharp wailing still pierced through the barriers and got into his ears.
"Doctor! Doctor, did you see my homework? I have borrowed part of your work in the library. You know what I wrote... Qing brother! Qing brother! Do you know where my homework is located? If you can't find it, Yao will definitely call out a gorilla in class to strangle me..."
Zheng Qing finally did not continue that beautiful dream.
The breath of the morning came slowly, and as the spirit recovered, Zheng Qing was horrified to find that the memories in the dream were quickly disappearing. The whirling witch on tiptoe, silver bell-like laughter, and charming eyes, like snow under the sun, quickly melted, turned into gurgling water, penetrated into the deepest part of memory, and could not be found.
Zheng Qing seemed to hear the creak of the eraser in his mind.
He doesn't even remember how he sent the skirt out in his dream.
"Oh...no!" The young public-sponsored student curled up into a ball, wailed, and opened the curtain angrily, and roared: "I'm going to die, let's be a little gangster... Early in the morning, it will disturb people's dreams, my brain is Watt! "
The elves were very happy that he finally woke up, screaming, hula la flew over from the desk, landed on his hair and shoulders, and squeezed around.
Zheng Qing's blazing anger seemed to have been poured with cold water and quickly extinguished.
"What time is it," he hummed feebly, and his dim eyes quickly swept across the dormitory.
Fatty Xin lay on the desk, grabbing every gap where a page could be hidden, hoping to find his missing homework; Xiao Xiao holding a notebook, sitting cross-legged on his bed, with messy hair and sleepy eyes; Di Lun's tent was open, and the lid of the coffin was also opened, apparently he hadn't returned all night.
The sky outside the window was still dark, only the occasional bird and bird chirp signaled the approach of the morning.
"It's almost six o'clock... There are two hours away from Lao Yao's curse class, I'm dead!" Fatty Xin grabbed his thin hair and continued to cry and cry.
"Why do you suddenly remember turning over your homework so early?" Zheng Qing was very difficult to understand.
"I have a dream. I dreamed that a bug ate my homework paper bit by bit." Fatty Xin cried and mixed with sweaty oil, looking like an upright slug: "Then I woke up and turned over. I turned it over, I really couldn't find it!...I have looked for every homework place, and there is really no more..."
Zheng Qing's face suddenly darkened when he heard the words "dream".
Just like the sky outside the window.
"You can go to morning class." Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's wailing, turned to Dr. Xiao, and said stiffly: "Let's go early today."
Xiao Xiao couldn't help but turned around and pulled out his practice clothes from the cupboard.
"Hey, did you just leave like this?? Is there any sympathy! What about your conscience! Hey! What about your conscience?!" Fatty Xin widened his eyes and watched the two roommates dress slowly and opened the dormitory. Door, the tone is extremely incredible.
"Heh... It's just October, and the weather is getting cold." When the door was opened, a cold wind poured into the room. Zheng Qing shivered and wrapped his robe tighter: "This little wind blows. Yes, whoosh, it blows my heart down..."
Xiao Xiao put on his glasses silently, holding his notebook, and followed Zheng Qing.
"You guys are really leaving!... I bought you food! I helped you occupy the seats! I still signed a contract with you... You can't do this! I want to see the professor! I will see the professor in two hours That's it!..."
"Huh!"
The door of the dormitory was closed heavily.
Cut off the humming autumn wind, and also blocked the desperate howl of a fat man.
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It wasn't until ten minutes before the curse class that Fatty Xin ran into the classroom panting with sweat.
He grabbed a piece of mulberry paper and shook his face proudly in front of the two roommates:
"See! I can find my homework without you!"
"Which fool can't find his homework?" Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes and snorted.
Fatty Xin suddenly became speechless.
"Where did you find it?" Zheng Qing was very interested in this.
"Tuan Tuan used it to wrap up supper, I gave it a chicken leg, and it took me three seconds to pick it up from the table outside the window..." Fatty Xin sat on the chair sadly, ignoring the misery of the chair. Yelled, leaned back vigorously, raised both legs, and complained: "I want to break off friendship with you! Without yours, I will run away when I see my friends in trouble..."
"There is a roast chicken in the cafeteria at noon today. I just ordered one." Zheng Qing held his chin and gave the fat man a sideways glance.
"Oh... well, I can actually understand your behavior." Fatty Xin straightened his sitting position immediately, slapped the homework of the spell class on the desk, and said with a serious expression: "Wake you up in the morning, I'm so sorry!"
"Do you have any principles!" Zheng Qing picked up the fat man's homework with two fingers.
As if being crumpled into a ball and then trying to spread it out, the mulberry paper is full of small wrinkles. In the blank space of the paper, a suspicious dark purple stain can be seen faintly.
Zheng Qing doubted that it was the last trace left by a poor mouse in the world.
"Principles? What is a principle!" Fatty Xin solemnly looked at his roommate~EbookFREE.me~ his face was full of sacred light: "In this world, is there anything more important than eating? Eating is my principle!"
"The original principle is not clear," Zheng Qing shook the piece of paper between his fingers and smacked his lips: "But if you hand in this piece of paper, there is a certain possibility that Lao Yao will ask an gorilla to come out and eat you..."
Before the fat man had time to refute, the stick figure man behind the door screamed:
"The teacher is here!"
"All... hurry... sit... OK!"
"Old Yao brought two thugs here!"
　　
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