In the afternoon restaurant, the atmosphere is lively and cozy.

Diagonally in front of Zheng Qing and the others' table is a fat guest enjoying the service of a tooth-picking elf, directly behind is a pair of witches and wizards with grinding ears and temples, behind the bar, there is a proprietress with her chin propped up, and a group of young girls chattering and ordering only a large plate of fried rice and a few cold drinks under the window.

“...... What kind of acne insect do you use now?" A girl with a pointed chin and a thin voice asked her companion: "The Miaojiang series I use now, although the acne removal effect is very good, I always feel a little pain on my face every time I use it." ”

"That's because Miaojiang's bugs contain some toxins, and my mother won't let me use them. Her companion took a small box from his handbag and placed it on the table: "I'm using the Worms series now...... The acne removal effect is okay, and the skin irritation is also small. Why don't you try it?"

As she spoke, she opened the lid of the box and used her fingers to dig out a little yellow rice-like paste, which she wiped straight at the face of the girl with a pointed chin.

"No, no. The girl blocked it slightly, and let her companion spread the yellow paste evenly on her cheeks.

The yellow paste touched her face and came to life, and soon squirmed, spreading flat on the girl's face. In a moment, she lost her vitality and became a dry film that fell off the girl's face.

Zheng Qing took a serious look.

Indeed, the girl's face is visibly newer, smoother and cleaner than before application.

"Well, your face doesn't hurt...... As far as I know, worms are the least irritating to the skin on the market right now. Her companion said playfully, retracting the small box into his own pocket.

Zheng Qing opened a small notebook in his heart and recorded their conversation.

The next time he celebrates, he doesn't need to have a headache about preparing any gifts.

Speaking of the next holiday, the young public-funded student secretly calculated the time. Today is February 8th, Sunday, and tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Naturally, there is no custom of giving gifts during the Lantern Festival. But in another week, February 14th, is the traditional Valentine's Day in the West, and on this day, I must prepare a gift for Yelena.

It just so happens that February 15th is the time to register and renew the tuition before the start of school, so you should be able to find Yelena by then.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but remember that earlier, he took a boat to the northern district of Beta Town and encountered a gypsy witch on the boat. After that day, because of all the complicated things, he never invited the witch out to play. I don't know if she'll be angry about it.

In fact, Zheng Qing always feels that the relationship between the two people is a little awkward - they say that they are lovers, but they rarely spend time together like the young man and woman behind them;

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of large-leaf tea.

The bitter tea flowed between his lips and teeth, suppressing the sourness that had surged in his heart again.

Under the window, the conversation between the girls was still going on.

“...... The feeling of the worm is indeed good, but the price per unit of worm is about half more expensive than Miao Jiang," the first girl showed a hint of envy in her tone: "Unless I can find a public-funded student as a boyfriend, I can't afford that kind of thing." ”

"Ahem," the tea in Zheng Qing's mouth that had not been fully swallowed went into the wrong way, choking him half to death. His face was flushed, and his chest was throbbing with pain. But he forcibly suppressed the urge to cough.

In front of him, Xiao Xiao and Xin Fatzi, who had been concentrating on dealing with the delicious food on the table, glanced at him suspiciously.

The fat man quickly stretched out his arms and protected the food under his arms.

"Pay attention to hygiene! Waste is shameful!" the fat man warned with wide eyes.

Zheng Qing turned his face and looked at the aisle on the other side, hiding most of his head in the shadows below the surface of the table, trying to reduce his presence, and at the same time waved his hand to the two companions, signaling that he knew and that he was fine.

Nameless shame tells him that as long as he pretends to be fine, after two minutes, everything will be normal.

This instinct was very correct.

In fact, it didn't take two minutes.

After only about a minute, the wind chimes at the door of the hotel rang, and as the new guests entered the door, the strange feeling that had just been hanging over Zheng Qing's head quickly disappeared.

"Hostess, old look...... Crucible frog to have a portion, add more spicy seeds, and a large portion of rice. The new guest shouted.

"It's early to change shifts today...... How many pounds does a frog cost?" The originally sleepy proprietress behind the bar instantly woke up, and the abacus in her hand crackled.

"A pound and a half is enough...... Peel the frog skin a little cleaner, and don't use the frog tongue. Pickled cucumbers as a side dish, and fried centipedes and fried gecko tails are added. The new guest admonished.

"The cold poison is heavy in winter, and the poison should indeed be pulled out!" The proprietress carried her pen like a fly, and soon flew an oily paper crane to the back kitchen.

Zheng Qing looked at the paper crane's crooked flight state, and wondered if it would fall into the crucible halfway.

He felt like he was back to normal now, especially his thoughts.

In order to prove this, he sat up straight and asked Fat Xin a question that he had just remembered: "Why haven't I seen the report that Ms. Pulitzer interviewed before? It's almost a week!"

Fat Xin licked his greasy lips, blinked, and pondered for a few seconds: "The interview is not instant messaging, it's not that fast." From the interview, to the finalization, to the approval, and finally the publication, I estimate that it will take only half a month. You'll be able to see that report around the start of school at the latest. ”

"I'd rather never see it. Zheng Qing muttered in disappointment.

He had hoped that the interview would not be successful, and Ms. Pulitzer dropped the report. It looked like he still had to wrestle with the torment of waiting.

"Speaking of which, I'm more concerned about one other thing. Fat Xin picked out a piece of fried chicken from the plate again, and gnawed on it, and said vaguely as he gnawed: "The descendant of the Satogua you killed on the Silent River is the big frog, why haven't you seen any follow-up reports? It's been almost a week, and there isn't even a tofu cube...... It's so abnormal. ”

Zheng Qing nodded again and again, he always felt that this matter was very weird.

It was as if someone had quietly suppressed the matter.

"Maybe the school thinks that the outside environment is complicated now, and it is better to have more than one thing. The young student guessed, "Just like you just said that the Wizarding Alliance will suppress the negative news about the aliens...... Satogua is also an alien. ”

"It's not human. The fat man dropped the clean chicken bones, licked his oily fingers, and concluded.

"There is no doubt about it. Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth.