When Zheng Qing saw Xiao Xiao and the others again, it was in the dormitory at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

At the noon interview of the Federation of Clubs, several 'knights' in the regiment did not show up, but only flew a few paper cranes and expressed some degree of encouragement to the young public-funded students through the paper.

Fortunately, all the questions raised by the interviewer have been analyzed in a targeted manner, and the young public-funded students can answer them fluently, so they don't care about the absence of others.

Because he felt good about himself, Zheng Qing had already decided that his knights were about to be established, and after returning to the dormitory in the afternoon, he couldn't wait to start preparing for the first team building activity of the knights - listing the guests who needed to be invited on a large blank piece of paper - he even went to the bottom of his heart to 'self-raise' a jade coin for this first team building.

Yelena is a must-have. When Zheng Qing thought of the gypsy witch's words before leaving, he couldn't help but show a smirk on his face.

Jiang Yu, well, as a friend, also needs to let her know the news.

Other students in the class, such as Nicholas, Liu Feifei, Duan Xiaojian, and other people with good relationships, should be invited, and a student like Matthew Cullen, who can't speak three sentences a month, will only be embarrassed to be invited.

There are also Professor Yao, Professor Li, Professor Yi, as well as Thomas, Hilda, these teaching assistants, whether they are in time to come to the venue or not, the invitation must be sent.

Oh yes, and the old man Verne from the school council. During the time he spent on the patrol, the old man gave him and Lin Guo a lot of care. It's just that I haven't seen this old man walking his dog by the lake for the past few days, and I don't know if he has been busy recently.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Qing still listed the name of the old man Verne on a blank piece of paper, but there was a question mark in front of the name. He made up his mind to go to the cabin by the lake after class tomorrow, and if he met an old man, he would invite him verbally, and if the old school worker was not at home, he would let it go.

Until Xiao Xiao returned, the young public scholarship student maintained this happy mood, humming a little song and scribbling on the huge white paper—he even suspected that someone had poured a little elixir on his breakfast, otherwise everything would not have gone so smoothly today.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zheng Qing quickly stuffed the white paper into the drawer, turned around and waved his hand, and beckoned the orange cat into his arms.

The hinges behind the door made a clicking noise, and the bronze mirror hanging on the ceiling seemed to have received some message, and began to turn slowly, aiming the bright mirror at the door - this bronze mirror was still hung by Dylan when he was tossing around the campus some time ago, although the rumors have ended, but no one thought of taking it off again and treating it as a small decoration.

Soon, the dormitory door was opened.

Xiao Xiao pushed open the door and habitually covered his eyes to block the dazzling light cast by the copper mirror above his head.

"Yo, our Great Doctor is finally back. Zheng Qing slumped in the wide seat, holding the orange cat in his arms, and laughed weirdly at Xiao Xiao, who had just entered the door.

Then he noticed a few figures behind Xiao Xiao and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"When will you take off that broken mirror!" Zhang Jixin forgot to cover his eyes when he entered the door, and complained repeatedly.

The young government-funded student ignored him.

"Very good...... It's good, it's time to come. He sat up slightly, piled the fat cat in his arms on top of his head, and at the same time stretched out his hand and lined up a neat array of talismans on the desk: "So, let's sort out what happened today...... Do you have anything you want to defend?"

Regarding the repeated 'betrayal' of these guys this morning, Zheng Qing felt that he needed to talk about it well.

Suppression Charms, Bondage Charms, Soft Leg Charms, Five-color Symbols, Five-note Symbols, and many more.

The bright red cinnabar glowed red in the dimly lit dormitory, and the orange cats snorted very appropriately, which further aggravated a certain terrifying atmosphere.

These small talismans, which are not very powerful, but very headache-inducing, were sketched by young public-funded students in the gap before dinner - of course, those precious standard talismans that can be exchanged for money, Zheng Qing has already stuffed them into his gray cloth bag, and there are some inferior talismans lined up on the desk.

Even if it's just an inferior talisman, it's enough to toss these souls.

Zheng Qing showed an eerie smile to the few guys who had just entered the door.

But it was not his expectation.

Whether it was Xiao Xiao, Xin Fatzi, or Zhang Jixin, none of them expressed a 'panicked' and 'trembling' expression towards his straightforward threat.

This made him a little unhappy - the script is not like this, how can he be uneasy about the routine?

"The application failed. Xiao Xiao raised a heavy brown paper envelope in his hand, and told Zheng Qing a very bad news with a depressed expression and tone: "When I just came back from the library, I went to the office of the Federation of Social Societies to take a turn...... The results of their review are in. ”

"Impossible!" cried out the young diplomat, leaping up from his chair and reaching for the yellow-brown envelope.

The fat cat that was lying on top of his head didn't notice it for a while, and almost fell. Much to its displeasure, it lifted a thick pad of flesh and slapped it several times on the top of the young wizard's head.

Zheng Qing didn't care about the fat cat's bad temper, in fact, compared to it, under the ups and downs, Zheng Qing's mood was even worse. He hadn't even forgotten that he had formulated a 'torture plan' for a few souls half an hour ago, and he hadn't noticed that Fat Xin had carefully swept the pile of inferior talismans on the desk into his pocket while he wasn't paying attention.

The envelope is not large, but it seems to be stuffed with a lot of stuff inside, and it is a little bulging to the touch.

In the upper left corner of the cover, "Shehan No. 111" is printed in red Songti characters, and in the center is written in black calligraphy "Reply of the First Federation of University Clubs on (Zheng Qing)'s Application for the Establishment of a Society".

The back of the envelope is stamped with a red wax envelope with an S in the diamond shape of the Federation of Societies.

"So formally. Zheng Qing muttered and tore open the envelope vigorously.

A slightly yellowed card fell into the hands of the young public scholarship student as the envelope tilted. He tilted his head sideways, and swept over the white fluorescent lamp above his head.

"Dear Zheng Qing,

Your application for the formation of a society (Knights of the Guilty Order) submitted on October 6 has been received.

In accordance with the second paragraph of Article 13 of the Regulations on the Management of the Campus of the First University and the relevant provisions of the eighth paragraph of Article 5 of the Administrative Measures of the First University Association of Societies, your application for (name of the association) will not be approved because it violates (public order and good customs). The relevant regulations are herein.

You can resubmit your application after 30 calendar days.

If you have any objections, please submit a request for reconsideration within seven calendar days.

Sincerely.

18:25 p.m. on October 8, the Standing Council of the First Federation of University Societies"

Zheng Qing rubbed his eyes and read the contents of the card again.

There's nothing wrong with that.

The student union or the social association, such as the 'government department', has always used this kind of high-level, seemingly formal, but in fact bullshit standard official document format.

Even through a piece of paper, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to smell the stench emanating from the fat-brained campus bureaucrats of the Federation of Clubs.

He turned the vellum envelope in his hand to the side.

Several folded stacks of thick bulging papers finally broke through the shackles of the envelope and fell out.

Zheng Qing flipped through these stacks of documents, and the big bold characters of "Regulations on the Management of the Campus of the First University" and "Measures for the Management of the Federation of First University Societies" looked particularly dazzling.

"The good news is that due to some force majeure, this year's moon hunt will be postponed by one week overall. Xiao Xiao noticed that the young public-funded student raised his head, and immediately added: "This is what Mr. Zhang of the library told me, and the resolution of the joint meeting of professors just issued in the afternoon...... It is estimated that the news will spread throughout the school tomorrow morning. ”

"In other words, we still have a chance. Fat Xin had fallen back on his wide bed at some point.

The orange cat, which was originally lying on top of Zheng Qing's head, weighed for a moment, and finally jumped away, leaving the head of the young public scholarship student, and jumping back on the belly of the fat man.

For it, a warm and comfortable belly is obviously more suitable for napping.

"It's all soulless!"

Zheng Qing scolded indignantly and threw the envelope in his hand on the desk. I don't know if he is scolding these unrighteous companions in front of him, or the student cadres of the Federation of Clubs and Clubs who are playing with an official tone, or the fat cat who is lying on the belly of the fat man and licking his paws leisurely.