The dormitory in the afternoon is a quiet dormitory.

Outside the window, the birds chirped in the afternoon air, half-open, nodding gracefully among the branches, the orange cats lay in a clump of beds on the desk, squinting, enjoying the comfort of the day, and the elves folded their wings and hung on Zheng Qing's tent, like hibernating tree sperms.

There were only two figures in the dormitory.

Zheng Qing reclined on his bed, his fingers tumbling the Merlin Brass Medal, staring at a small black stain on the ceiling, thinking about something.

Fat Xin was half-lying on the desk, looking sleepy and looking sleepy as he opened the heavy literature in his hand, looking like he could fall asleep at any time.

Maybe it's to divert your attention and make yourself a little more sober.

Maybe it's just that I can't get used to the brass medal that repeatedly appears in the field of vision.

Fat Xin widened his fleshy blistering eyes, and snorted in a long voice: "When are you going to fiddle with that little piece of copper!

Zheng Qing ignored his noise and just blinked.

"I remember that Lao Yao gave you the deadline for this Friday......" The fat man raised his stubby fingers, bent them one by one, and reminded: "Today is Wednesday noon...... You still have two and a half days to catch up on your homework. ”

The young scholarship student finally gave up thinking about life and the world, sighed deeply, and looked away from the ceiling and landed on the fat man at the desk.

"Isn't it good for you to read your own books with peace of mind......" he said weakly, "where have they been, do you know?"

"Not good, not at all. Especially when you're still playing with your bronze plaque. Fat Xin's head shook a rattle, but he still answered Zheng Qing's question very kindly: "If the big doctor is not in his bed, then he must be in the library...... As for Dylan, I've opened his tent before, and the coffin lid is dead, and I don't know if there's anyone inside...... Are you going to open it and take a look?"

Zheng Qing turned his head, and the vampire werewolf's big red velvet curtain was tightly closed, and there was not a sound inside.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and shook his head vigorously.

"No thanks. ”

"I think so too," the fat man said in a vague voice, pulling out a small box of grapes from his watch, plucking one and putting it in his mouth, "I have always felt that respecting other people's privacy is a minimum moral code." ”

The grapes in the box had been washed, and there were still a few drops of crystal water on the purple-black skin, which shimmered in the sun.

This made Zheng Qing's index finger wide.

He rolled over and got out of bed, pulled his shoes, rubbed them in front of the desk, and unceremoniously pulled a few fruits and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I never knew that you even knew the moral code!" the young public scholarship student snorted in a mocking tone: "Who deceived the little girl into taking a group photo in my name these two days, and then collected a lot of paper cranes back?huh?!"

Fat Xin blinked quickly, smiled hehe, and did not excuse himself.

Zheng Qing sighed deeply again, snatched the fruit box under the fat man's hand, and buried his head in it.

Fat Xin shrugged his shoulders and pulled another box of fresh fruit out of his watch.

"What does it feel like to be a hero?" he pushed Zheng Qing, who had buried his head in the fruit box, and suddenly asked.

Zheng Qing raised his head blankly, smacked his lips, and a drop of grape juice slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hero?" he munched on the two funny words and laughed at himself, "as if it were true...... I remember explaining this to you more than once......"

"Yes, yes, I know, you are not the great hero who suppressed the wild demons, but the little white student who is shivering in the 'Oster's Guardian'. The fat man helplessly interrupted Zheng Qing's explanation again, rolled his eyes, and emphasized: "The point of my words is feelings...... Do you understand the feelings......? If Elena took your dress now, you would feel very happy, very excited!"

This example made Zheng Qing's mood a little worse.

He roughly pulled out a tissue, rubbed the juice from the corner of his mouth, and did not speak.

It's not so much that he is unhappy with the fat man's words, but that he feels a little dazed by the fat man's question.

Becoming a hero did not bring earth-shaking changes to Zheng Qing's school life.

To be precise, he is also an excellent public-funded student in the eyes of everyone.

It's just a little more dazzling.

Except for the time he took to give an interview to the school newspaper at noon on Tuesday, everything is still the same as usual, except that he often meets students on campus asking for autographs and group photos.

Of course, in the dormitory, everyone's conversation for several days on end has always revolved around the brass medallion.

These things made Zheng Qing gradually forget the embarrassment of being rejected by the First University Student Union, and ignore the head disease that had not recurred for some days - of course, he still thinks hard every day about how to give away that dress.

Thinking of this, he replied honestly: "I don't have any special feelings...... It's just been annoying lately. ”

"Oh, don't be so perfunctory...", the fat man wailed, "I promised Linda to write an interview...... You have to say something different. ”

"Linda?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "The reporter in silver high heels at the school newspaper?"

"Is that all you have to pay attention to?" Fat Xin raised his head, bared his two nostrils, and said sarcastically, "I thought that as a hero, you would pay more attention to something different......

"For example?"

"Such as connotation! such as thought, such as heart! instead of superficial hairstyles, clothing, and dressing!" Xin Fat Man waved his arms with a distressed expression.

That makes a lot of sense. Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and looked at his roommate scrutinically: "It's easy to make people wonder about something...... But yes, as a Germanic person, that blonde beauty should indeed be very much to your taste. ”

"The taste of fart. The fat man fell to his bed in frustration, and his tone was full of sadness: "Do you think that kind of goddess will set her eyes on me...... I was just trying to join the school newspaper and needed a suitable manuscript. ”

"I thought the club's recruiting for new students ended yesterday. Zheng Qing was surprised.

Yesterday and Tuesday was the last day of September, and it was also the day when all clubs at First University stopped recruiting new students.

Freshmen who have not participated in any clubs, such as Zheng Qing, no matter how good they are, can only wait for the new moon to come back next year and then try to resubmit their resumes.

"The school newspaper is not a club, but an office under the student union. Xin Fatzi muttered: "You can understand it as the outsourcing agency of the student union...... Therefore, there will be a certain degree of flexibility in the employment rules. ”

Zheng Qing originally wanted to ask why he didn't succeed in joining any clubs, but looking at the frustrated expression on the fat man's face, he finally gave up his plan to stab him again.

"Okay. He leaned on the desk, sat up straight, and showed a serious expression: "Then, Mr. Non-famous journalist, if you have any questions, you can ask......

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and looked at his watch with a fake look:

"I'm short on time, you only have three minutes to ask questions...... Of course, for the sake of us being old friends, there will be some flexibility in this time. ”

"Hehe..." Xin Fat Man blinked, revealing an eager expression: "I knew that Brother Qing was interesting enough." ”