For the rest of the eighth week, Zheng Qing lived as if he was living in a dream, walking floating—not fluttering, but helpless and unsettled.

He couldn't tell his companions the secrets of his heart, but he couldn't completely ignore the heavy burden.

Whenever he closed his eyes, lay in the tent, and wanted to sleep, Su Shijun's beautiful face would involuntarily sneak in, attach it to his ear, and whisper something.

He was Poseidon, Neptune's father.

Theoretically, he is also Su Shijun's husband—— God is pitiful, our publicly-funded students still think that they are a boy, not a man!

“...... Will she ask me for child support? Do you want to get married in the wizarding world? Do you need me to send a letter to my family asking for a household registration book?What should I do if I already have a girl I like?If I leave Yelena now, will people think I'm a scumbag?What if she makes this matter public?? How will people introduce me-'This is a member of the Moon Council, the lover of Su Shijun's great wizard, classmate Zheng Qing?!'"

This kind of picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Every time I think of these problems, young government-funded students have a feeling of heart attack, chest tightness, palpitations, breathlessness, and even occasional confusion and fragmented thinking.

But as soon as it calms down, these questions will involuntarily burrow into Zheng Qing's head, as if there are many villains holding a meeting in a circle there, shouting loudly and arguingly.

So much so that sometimes, Zheng Qing seriously doubted whether these symptoms were other serious complications caused by the theft of the shadow. He was already hesitating to go to the school hospital for another comprehensive physical examination.

Of course, there are disadvantages to everything.

With such a heavy burden pressed on the bottom of his heart, other troubles and trivialities in Zheng Qing's life seemed so plain and simple.

For example, the tedious training problems of the hunting team, the increasing workload of the professors as the midterm approaches, and, of course, the fact that Yelena joins the Mathew hunting team.

Zheng Qing found that with the passage of time, the anger that had been accumulated in his heart because of this incident had unconsciously dissipated a lot, as if the coast, which was originally rocky and stormy, had drowned all the unevenness under the surface of the water as the tide rose.

Now, all he wanted to know was the reason – why Elena would say yes to Matthew.

"Because you didn't invite her to join your hunting party!"

In the 403 dormitory, Fat Xin was stroking the cat while rushing the manuscript, and his tone was full of schadenfreude: "...... She's a gypsy witch, not an elf you raised, so does she need to report anything to you?"

Zheng Qing lay in the tent, tilted his head sideways, looked at the tarot card that had completely lost its luster next to the pillow, and sighed melancholy.

The elves named by the fat man were in groups of three or five, hanging lazily on the tent, breathing slightly, looking quiet, and looking wasted.

“...... Speaking of elves, are your elves completely fine?" Xiao Xiao, who was burying his head in his notebook, suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing: "I mean, their lifespan ...... Is the potion problem completely solved?"

"Not yet. Zheng Qing raised his eyelids, looking at their curled translucent wings, and his voice seemed weak: "It's just that the state is relatively stable...... Dr. Duzem said that the royal jelly I provided was so good that I didn't need to worry about their condition until the end of last semester. ”

"Good news. Xiao Xiao pushed his glasses, buried his head in his notebook again, and added casually: "Since this is the case, it shouldn't be a big problem to let them participate in the freshman hunting competition as your helpers......

"It can't be. Zheng Qing subconsciously denied this idea.

"We don't plan on having them swarm of wild demons with explosive charms or thunder spells on them, just to be your helper to scout the environment. Dylan's voice came from the coffin: "Maybe they're more than happy to do it......"

"It can't be. Zheng Qing repeated his point of view and forced a smile: "You all know how timid these green elves are, how can you expect them to be a brave scout in the murderous hunting grounds?"

Xiao Xiao sighed softly.

"You can't take care of them for the rest of your life. In a clichéd tone, he explained, "And you can't deprive them of the meaning of their existence as elves...... If they don't do this, if they don't do that, won't they become princesses? I remember you still want these little ones to get their true identity in the Wizarding Codex, and if they don't help the world, they can't succeed......"

"Wow...... Oh," Zheng Qing got up and looked at the doctor in surprise: "When did you have this kind of depraved thinking? Is it true that only useful people have the meaning of existence? This is very unfriendly...... Very unfriendly. ”

"This time, I'm standing for Brother Qing. Fat Xin raised the quill in his hand and played the old tune: "Just like those tricksters in the northern district of Beta Town...... We can't use 'effect' to kidnap 'meaning'. ”

Zheng Qing nodded with satisfaction.

Xiao Xiao shrugged, helped his glasses, and did not continue to speak.

"Anyway, when are you going to talk to me about Su Da Beauty. Xin Fatzi turned his head, looked at the public-funded students who had come out of the tent, and habitually muttered: "It's almost a week, and the next issue of the school newspaper will be published soon...... Can you bear to see the embarrassment of me not being able to hand in the manuscript?"

It's the weekend of the eighth week, and it's been five days since Zheng Qing lost his shadow.

Although there are endless homework and hunting team exercises every day, as long as there is a little time, Xin Fat Man will pester Zheng Qing and ask him about what happened at noon on Tuesday.

Zheng Qing naturally has been vague.

"You don't have to compete for the front page of every manuscript. He persuaded bitterly: "Besides, I really don't have anything to say......

The fat man didn't seem to care.

"I remember, in the first class, you once told me that as long as I can help you block Li Meng, you can help me get the 'Su Shijun's meeting'," Xin Da reporter pinched his chin thoughtfully: "I originally thought you were in a panic...... But now it seems that there is a deeper meaning. ”

Zheng Qing thought about it for a long time before he recalled this incident.

In the first spell class, after the identity of the public-funded student was exposed, Li Meng had planned to hunt down Zheng Qing after class - of course, her impulsive behavior was finally stopped by Jiang Yu and Xin Fatzi.

The price that Zheng Qing paid for letting the fat man make a move was to help him introduce Su Shijun.

It's just that Zheng Qing didn't even have a clear idea of who Su Shijun was, and that reason was purely a casual excuse!

But obviously, Su Da Meinu seems to have a little inexplicable favor for the public-funded students - she clicked and answered the questions alone at the meeting, and called him to the laboratory the next day, although it eventually caused Zheng Qing to lose his shadow, but compared with other people who have nothing to do with each other, this is already very revealing.

“...... Moreover, I remember that you seem to have known the little fox girl named Su Ya for a long time. The fat man recalled, affirmatively.

This mess of connections complicates an already messy situation.

"I was really flustered. Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth, saying the fact that the other party didn't believe it at all.

"Hercule Poirot once famously said, 'No matter what people say, it's either right or wrong, there can be no (gray) in the middle,'" Xiao Xiao held his notebook, stood up, and glanced at the other wizards in the dormitory: "I have always felt that this sentence is biased...... Just like our publicly-funded students, what they just said is neither right nor wrong. ”

"What do you mean?" Fat Xin was a little confused.

In fact, it wasn't just him, Zheng Qing also looked a little confused.

Meaning, he said what he thought was the truth, but in fact he was false. Xiao Xiao sighed and pushed open the dormitory door: "In other words, he doesn't know the truth either...... It's already one o'clock, when are you going to leave?"

"A little bit?" Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch and exclaimed.

"Immediately!" the fat man quickly jumped up from the bed and covered the fat cat nestled on his pillow.

"I'm going to ...... too" In the coffin, there was the sound of Dylan turning over.

His tone was a little tired because of the jet lag, but his voice was refreshing when he scratched the coffin board.