When Zheng Qing ran out of the school hospital—well, to be exact, when the young wizard was kicked out with a broom by Lady Bella from the school hospital, there was still more than half an hour before class.

He hadn't planned to leave the warm restaurant so early.

Fat cats don't want to either.

But when the elves who swept the restaurant spotted a feline at the restaurant pick-up counter and then made a sharp and piercing alarm sound, Zheng Qing had to flee with his 'belongings'.

"If I have the right to deduct points, I bet you'll continue your freshman year next year!" Mrs. Bella still had an annoyed expression on her face when she issued a discharge notice to Zheng Qing: "Allowing that cat to stay in the ward for one night is already extremely lenient...... Bringing it into the hospital cafeteria, do you think the school hospital has received too few complaints about the cafeteria?"

Zheng Qing laughed with him, grabbed the top flower skin of the orange cat, and ended his second hospitalization career in embarrassment.

The air on Monday morning is always mixed with two distinct smells of energy and decadence. It's hard for people who have been lazy for a weekend to get up on a day like this, but the mission given by nature to the morning makes many people naturally refresh.

After Zheng Qing left the school hospital with the fat cat, he did not go to the teaching building immediately, but turned into a hidden grove halfway.

When he came out of the woods, the fat cat was gone, and 'Xin Fat' followed him.

Although it doesn't look any different from the greedy fat man on weekdays - this 'fat man' also holds a fat chicken leg in his hand and gnaws slowly, but those who are familiar with him can easily find some discord in the details.

For example, eyes, expressions, and hair color.

The hair of the 'Xin Fat Man' behind Zheng Qing turned ginger, and the color of the robe on his body was also different from the authentic Jiuyouhong, like orange that had been washed many times and was much lighter.

Maybe because of the hangover and not waking up, the fat man's eyelids were a little swollen, and the eye bubbles seemed to be a little swollen, which made his already small eyes narrowed into a slit more and more, and his temperament became more and more sluggish.

In stark contrast to his temperament, it is his movements.

The fat man seemed to have been cast a light body spell, and his movements seemed light and agile when he walked, and he looked like a big orange rolling from a distance.

The big orange didn't attract strange glances from passers-by on campus.

On the contrary, Zheng Qing, who walked in front of the big orange, attracted most of the attention of passers-by.

Compared with the long-delayed investigation report of the Propaganda Office, the rumors in the newspapers always seem to ferment in the closed environment of the campus as quickly as possible, brewing sour and inferior products.

On the way to the teaching building, Zheng Qing felt this very clearly.

As a state-funded student of Jiuyou College, coupled with the Merlin Medal he received at the opening ceremony not long ago, he is also a well-known newcomer in this institution.

In the past, whether it was a new freshman this year, or a sophomore or junior year, many classmates who knew him or didn't know would always say hello with a smile when they saw him on the road, and sometimes they would pull him to take a photo and sign his name.

But today, although these people still greeted him politely and said hello, there seemed to be some kind of fear in their expressions.

This point was particularly clear when they quietly looked at Zheng Qing's red right eye.

In the language of the book, it is 'a friendly exchange of cordial and distant'.

But everything should be viewed dialectically.

There are more people who pay attention to his eyes, and there are naturally fewer people who pay attention to the big fat man behind him. Especially when facing classmates who know the two.

When Zheng Qing walked into the 601 East of the teaching building, this distinction became more and more obvious.

The little figures on the white paper behind the door let out a sharp greeting as always, and the elves on the edge of the blackboard were still neatly lined up, ready to rush down to tidy up the classroom that had been destroyed by the students.

Only a few of the students noticed Fat Xin's unusual hair color and sluggish spirit, but most of them would only jokingly ask, "Banner, why did you dye your hair?" or "Fatty, did you work late yesterday?" I heard that there are a few beautiful women in the editorial department of the school newspaper......

Most of the students' eyes moved slowly but firmly with the footsteps of the young government-funded students.

From the doorway, to the aisle, and then to the seats in the back row of the classroom.

Many of them whispered and pointed and pointed at each other as if they were gesturing to others, as if they had no notice of the anger slowly building up on the faces of the young scholarship students.

There are also some people who will bring small gifts, accompanied by friends, to Zheng Qing's side, and simply bless and greet him.

But whether it is a familiar or unfamiliar classmate, when talking to Zheng Qing, he will always involuntarily show some vigilance, it seems that the young public scholarship student will not be able to contain the demonic aura deep in the blood in the next moment, grow fangs and claws, and pounce with blood-red eyes.

This made Zheng Qing's mood worse even worse.

"I'm not going to pounce on them and bite them. Zheng Qing sat in the corner of the classroom with an indignant expression on his face.

"You won't get sick if you touch someone with AIDS, but who will touch them casually?" Xiao Xiao had just opened a large brown paper envelope and pulled out a long piece of letter paper from it.

"You actually know about AIDS!" Zheng Qing's voice couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.

"I'm not a die-hard wizard...... The world below is developing so well, why can't you pay more attention to it?" Xiao Xiao sneered, lowered his head and looked carefully at the letter paper in his hand.

"The world below. Zheng Qing smacked his lips, shook his head, and did not continue to discuss the issue.

"This fat man is too fake!" Zhang Jixin turned around from the front row, with an uneasy look on his face: "Look at his hair and his robe...... Can't he even write?"

"Why does he know how to write!" Zheng Qing took out his law book, slapped it heavily on the desk, and complained with a displeased face: "He just needs to sit in the classroom in a daze...... If any of you sponsor me a Transfiguration Potion, I'm sure he'll make him look exactly like that dead fat man!"

"What if the teacher asks him to answer a question?"

"Can't speak, won't you shut up?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Whew!" the 'fat man' next to him cried out in agreement, and smeared the oily marinade remaining between his fingers under the desk.

Zhang Jixin laughed.

"That's right...... Don't sleep at noon, we're going to have a meeting in the dormitory. Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and reminded: "I have received the application form for the establishment of the club from the Federation of Clubs, and I should hand it back this afternoon according to the plan...... Therefore, we need to clarify the name, membership, purpose and other information of the association as soon as possible. ”

As he spoke, he shook the red-letter form in his hand.

"There's a lot more to fill in. He emphasized.