As a non-famous recipient of the Order of Merlin, and the second-ranked state-funded student in the first year of the First University's Nine Colleges and Universities, Zheng Qing received many gifts on Christmas Day.

Of course, most of these gifts are just greeting cards of blessings - after all, they are all poor students, and a certain publicly-funded student is not taking the idol route, so naturally there are no desperate fans who cut their kidneys and sell their blood to buy gifts for him.

But because it's Christmas, even if it's a greeting card, you have to take the pumpkin cart delivery route of the 'Christmas Mouse'. This is a mandatory rule jointly issued by the school working committee and the student union.

Therefore, since the morning exercise, Zheng Qing began to encounter a steady stream of pumpkin truck attacks.

Fortunately at first, the Christmas rats had just taken up their posts, and they were full of energy, whether they sang their names or drove the car, they all seemed to be in order, and they were strictly implemented in accordance with the SOP manual issued by the student union.

But as the gift packages accumulated, the pumpkin carts grew heavier and heavier, and the freshness wore out, the Christmas mice quickly slackened off - for the wizards, a day might not be twenty-four hours, which was not long, but for the mice, a day for the wizards was equivalent to more than a month.

It's been a long time.

From Zheng Qing's point of view, it is easy to perceive that the pumpkin cart that gave him gifts is flying faster and faster, the voices of the Christmas mice are getting sharper and sharper, and the package delivered to him is getting less and less complete.

Moreover, he has encountered pumpkin car accidents more than once.

It's good to dive headlong into a snowdrift, at least the fluffy snow slows down the impact of the pumpkin cart to a great extent. In contrast, crashing a pumpkin cart into a tree trunk is particularly tragic.

Falling wheels, torn pumpkins, and gift packages falling from mid-air like hail give onlookers a peculiar visual impact.

Fortunately, the Christmas rats have more or less some magical powers, and so far, Zheng Qing has not encountered a really injured rat.

"Can you slow down, and no one is competing with you for business. Zheng Qing muttered and complained while digging in the snow: "Has the school insured you? If you don't have insurance, won't you have to go to the school hospital at your own expense if you break your neck?

"The student union bought us accident insurance and safety insurance, which Sam's Chase underwrote. The Christmas mouse sat down in front of the bushes, letting his red robe flutter on the ground, not even bothering to clean up the mud and snowflakes that had fallen on it.

Hearing the complaint of the public scholarship student, it tilted its head, pillowed a thin branch sticking out of the back, lazily, but retorted seriously: "In addition, time is life, and efficiency is money...... These are the words of your wizards themselves. ”

"From early this morning to midnight today, it is the golden twenty-four hours of gift-giving. After today, can the gift still be considered a Christmas gift? We are afraid that we will be chased by customers and hit with slippers. ”

That's not a bad thing. Fat Xin stood behind and laughed heartily. He held a bucket of fried chicken in his arms at some point, and he was grabbing meat in one hand and a bucket in the other, nibbling with relish and joy. Elder Zhang, on the other hand, stood beside him honestly, nodding his head in exchange for the opportunity to reach out and touch a few pieces of chicken from the bucket from time to time.

The Christmas mouse's nose twitched, and he looked inquiringly to see the bucket of fried chicken in the fat man's arms.

"It smells so good. The tip of its nose twitched and it took a deep breath.

"Would you like a piece?" the fat man kindly took out a small piece of chicken breast and handed it over.

The Christmas Mouse salivated at the fried chicken, struggled for a long time, and finally angrily pulled the thin branch behind him, broke it, and then slapped the snowflakes and mud on his body, while cursing viciously: "Hell, SOP manual...... Hell knows which stinky shameless guy wrote it and wouldn't even allow us to accept food from our guests!"

"Curse him to go out and walk and wrestle, take one step and fall another!"

As he spoke, Zheng Qing had already scooped the round, yellow pumpkin cart out of the snowdrift.

"Calm, calm, your cursing posture is not right, it won't work. The young public-funded student kindly reminded.

The Christmas mouse suddenly wilted.

"What about the student card? Take it out and check your identity first. It dragged its voice, raised its little paw weakly, and stretched out to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing reached into the gray cloth bag, touched it, and found his student card, and then handed it to the Christmas mouse.

Compared to the size of the mouse, the First University student card appears slightly larger, and it needs to open its arms to pick it up.

"There's still a quill,......" the Christmas mouse muttered, turning around and throwing the student card at the pumpkin cart.

At the same time, its head shrank, its tail flicked, its body flashed, and with just a few simple pulls, it flexibly jumped onto the robe of the young public-funded student.

Before Zheng Qing could react, the Christmas Mouse had already jumped over his shoulder, and stepped on the student card that was still spinning in mid-air. As if riding a flying carpet, it swayed and finally landed in front of the pumpkin cart.

"Damn, this action is too foul!" Fat Xin looked like a hell, his mouth was subconsciously chewing, and he didn't notice that the fried chicken nuggets he was holding between his fingers had fallen to the ground.

Zheng Qing nodded again and again, and just wanted to praise two sentences, but suddenly looked at it, and the quill in the mouse's hand was a little familiar.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his chest.

Sure enough, the quill he had clipped to his neckline was gone.

"Hey, hey, you've fouled...... What about work ethic, you don't conform to the SOP manual by doing this!" Zheng Qing shouted as he clutched his neckline.

"Efficiency!!" The Christmas mouse waved his paws, grabbed the quills and scratched them on his notepad a few times, and held up Zheng Qing's student card, leaned over to the side door of the pumpkin cart, and shook it.

With a few beeps, the door on the side of the pumpkin cart slammed open, and then a thin greeting card shot out like a bullet and jumped into Zheng Qing's arms.

"Signed!" Christmas Mouse slapped his paws with satisfaction, flicked his tail, jumped back into his pumpkin cart, and then very politely tugged at the little red pointed hat on his head at several young wizards, adding: "Remember to give five points of praise~~"

After that, he grabbed the tail of the cart-pulling mouse, shook it vigorously, and shouted: "Let's go!"

The black-haired rat pulling the cart scraped a few times in the snow with its four paws like a windmill, and in a moment, he pulled up the pumpkin cart and jumped out. By the time the wizards came to their senses, the pumpkin cart had already flown far away.

"Who knows how to rate him?" Zheng Qing took one last look at the flying crooked pumpkin cart, and finally turned around and consulted his partners.

"You don't know the most gifts, how can we know!" Fat Xin glared at him angrily, and then reached out to find a new piece of fried chicken from the bucket again.

"The point is wrong. Xiao smiled and commented concisely.

"Huh?" Zheng Qing looked inexplicable.

"Where's your quill?" Dr. Xiao lifted his chin and tapped his neckline.

Zheng Qing reacted immediately, and after the Christmas mouse used up his quill, he stuffed it into the pumpkin cart.

"Sure enough, rats are by nature. The young scholar was not annoyed, but chattered with interest.