Although it was detected that the conflict in the academy was expanding last weekend, the speed of its fermentation still exceeded the expectations of the hunters of the Guilty Hunting Team.

On Saturday morning, shortly after the black cat slipped away from the window, Fat Xin was woken up by a flaming paper crane that blew up as it flew. The red paper crane burrowed into the dormitory through the crack in the window that the black cat had opened when it slipped away, and screamed like a monkey, hovering above the fat man's head, leaving behind a string of red bubbles, one of which exploded every two or three seconds.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

Even through the bed, it can't stop the louder and louder explosions. The fat cat screamed twice in anger, popped out its sharp claws, and stabbed them viciously on the fat man's heels.

Under the internal and external difficulties, the fat man finally had no way to continue sleeping, he laboriously raised his arm, rubbed the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, and then pinched the wings of the paper crane, unfolded the letterhead in a daze, and squinted at the bright sunlight outside the window.

There were only six large scribbled letters on the letterhead, and two huge exclamation points:

"Something's wrong!

The handwriting is Linda, the minister of the editorial department of the school newspaper, and she is also the direct boss of Xin Fatzi. After the fat man glared and muttered twice, he suddenly came to his senses, jumped up from the bed with a sensitivity beyond the fat man, and shouted:

"Get up, there's something going on outside!!"

No one in the dormitory paid attention to him, only the fat cat was startled by the fat man's actions, and after howling angrily at him, he jumped off the fat man's bed angrily and got into Zheng Qing's bed. The elves hanging on Zheng Qing's tent comforted the fat cat awkwardly, stretched out their little hands to help it scratch the roots of its ears, and then let the anger of the group slowly go down.

Fat Xin looked around.

Zheng Qing's bed was empty, and Xiao Xiao was also empty, so he should have gone to morning exercise. Only Dylan's coffin was shut, sounding like he had just fallen asleep.

The fat man's howl stopped the snoring behind the tent for a second or two, and then Dylan's urn replied angrily, "me, I want to sleep!"

Fat Xin took the hot towel and toothbrush squeezed the toothpaste handed by the elf, wiped his face, and stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth, then squeezed in front of Dylan's bed, and vigorously ripped open the thick red curtain:

"Why sleep for a long time before we are alive, we will sleep forever after we die! We must grasp our limited life and devote ourselves to an exciting and infinite cause!"

As he spoke, he also wanted to lift the lid of Dylan's coffin.

But the coffin lid was tightly fastened, and the fat man didn't push it for a long time. But from under the lid of the coffin, Mr. Vampire's impatient voice came: "The man who said this died in his thirties...... And I'm dead!"

The strength on Fat Xin's arm suddenly leaked, and a stunned expression appeared on his face: "Oh...... I almost forgot that you're already an undead. Although it belongs to the atypical undead. ”

Since Dylan refused to get out of bed, the fat man naturally wouldn't waste more time in front of his coffin. Soon, with the help of a group of elves, he packed up, slammed the door of his dormitory to the howl of the dressing mirror, and ran away in the direction of Linzhong Lake with his notepad and quill.

On a normal Saturday morning, there are very few students on campus, and most young wizards take a short break to catch up on their never-ending sleep.

But today, on the way to Linzhong Lake, Xin Fatzi was keenly aware that the number of students had increased. And most of them are young wizards, they walk in groups of threes and twos, and many of them are even disheveled, looking like they have just come out of the bed and are not fully washed.

The closer you get to the lake, the more students there are, and the louder the voices become. By the time we reached the open space in front of the lake, that is, the small square in front of the Shushan Pavilion, the number of people had reached hundreds—the entire Nine Colleges had a total of less than two thousand students, and now nearly a quarter of them had gathered in this small square.

When Xin followed the message from the crane to Minister Linda, the blonde and blue-eyed witch was standing on a slightly higher stone staircase, assigning tasks to the surrounding school newspaper reporters.

She wore a neat little suit, a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her blonde hair was haphazardly tied up at the back of her head, and she was tied up with a thin brush as a hairpin. Xin noticed that the tip of the brush was still a little wet, as if it had just been picked up from the inkstone.

"Alex, Alex, you took the first reporting team to track the movements of the Ouroboros hunting team, they were the alpha students who first appeared near Linzhong Lake, and they must know the cause and effect of what happened......"

"Mitch, Mitch Lauer, you're in charge of the second reporting team, try to get as close as possible to the members of the 3A community, and pay attention to the light behind your back when you take pictures, the last time you captured the photo you captured you couldn't see anything except the big fireball in the sky!"

"Han Ji-won, you follow Kim Tae-in to find a way to get something out of Zhao Qiao's mouth, I know you have a good relationship with Zhao Qiao......"

"Minister, we've broken up!" argued a witch with a pointed chin and big eyes, "Can you interview him with someone else?" ”

"Zhao Qiao, or Seprano, I'm sure you'll make the right choice. Minister Linda's voice was very cold, and the advice she made was a little impersonal: "I can give you an excuse...... Like you want to get back together with him?"

The spiky-chin witch grabbed the notebook in her hand and left angrily.

Fat Xin carefully controlled the sound of his breathing, tiptoeing, trying to move behind the minister's classmate, putting himself in the blind spot of her vision. But it's a pity that the damn Han Jiyuan just reported his name, and Minister Linda just turned his head around and saw the huge figure of the fat man.

"Xin!"

As soon as Linda spoke, Fat Xin quickly raised his hand and protested: "Minister, I can't go and interview Seprano, I'm from the Sin Hunting Team, and our captain just sent Seprano to the school hospital a few days ago...... You know that! Don't think that we have something in common because we are similar in size...... If I show up in front of that guy, I'm going to get out of him!"

The words were vulgar but with a bit of a cold joke.

The editor-in-chief of the school magazine, who was originally in a state of anxiety, couldn't help but laugh.

"No, you don't need to worry about getting. Serplano, I'll be in charge of Nicholas Green Oswall. Minister Linda's voice softened: "You are in the same class as him, you should know what to do." ”

It was only then that the fat man noticed that the wizard standing in the center of the crowd was Nicholas.