Wei Jushu took the ice coke that the two friends stuffed him and walked back to his bedroom.

A day ago, I don't know why, Wei Jushu, who was still reading a book, was suddenly carried to the back mountain by Li Shengruo with a serious face, and the other party directly took out Hao Ming to fight with him.

It seems that the person who has lost the fight is going to do it.... Before Wei Jushu could hear clearly, he was swept down with a stroke when he was not in good health.

When Wei Gushu, who was dark in front of him, woke up again, it was already half a day later, Li Shengruo was a little embarrassed, and told him the beginning and end of the matter seriously, which made him cry and laugh.

Although he was a little tricky, his friends were taking care of himself in their way, which made Wei Jushu also a little moved.

It's just that.... I really seem to be at a tipping point.

Wei Jushu looked at the wall of books that seemed to have no gaps in the night.

In fact, he didn't look at those notes much except for trying to meditate these days, but the lifelike anomalous paintings and strange text descriptions in those notes were as complex as the stars in the sky, which had a great impact on his spirit.

The anomalies that were tumbling in my mind all the time seemed to come to life, shouting, crying, and laughing.

Now just touching the cover of those notes, Wei Gu will produce physiological nausea.

- He hadn't eaten in two days.

The kraft paper bags brought back from the White Leaf Pavilion were put in place, and he didn't move.

I didn't expect that the difficulty I encountered turned out to be reading.

Wei Jushu smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and didn't know what to do in the face of that wall of books.

He may really have to give up, and if he continues like this, let alone memorize these notes, digest and understand them, and apply them to actual combat, he may die in front of this book wall first.

Wei Jushu took a deep breath and decided to try again today, even if it was death, don't just give up.

He had just stepped out of his left foot when he noticed a rustling sound behind the curtain.

At the same time, he was also keenly aware that he had placed it next to the book wall, and the kraft paper bag that had not been touched yesterday was gone.

Wei Jushu stepped forward directly, opened the curtain suddenly, and the black soul pressure in the palm of his right hand was uncertain, and it could be constructed into a sword slash directly at any time.

But when he saw what was behind the curtain, the soul pressure in his palm dissipated helplessly.

A fat little raccoon with oily and slippery fur is lying leisurely on the edge of the bed, enjoying the scenery outside the window, while reaching out to grab a sandwich from Wei Gushu's brown paper bag yesterday like a human being.

The sandwich is a cheese-tomato and beef filling, so the little raccoon eats a mouth full of red tomato juice mixed with a sticky yellow cheese sauce, and his fluffy belly is covered with sandwich crumbs.

Wei Gu Shu just stared at this leisurely raccoon in the moonlight.

“......”

"Look, I've never seen a raccoon eat a sandwich, help me close the curtains."

The raccoon snorted and moved his buttocks, changed positions, picked up the half-eaten sandwich with comfortable hands, and bit down hard, narrowing his eyes in enjoyment while chewing.

A raccoon..... In his own dorm room .... Eat your own sandwich from yesterday?

And it still spoke?

For the first time, Wei Jushu also began to wonder if he had seen a mental disorder when he looked at those notes, and shook his head.

"Where's the raccoon?!"

"I came in through the gate."

The raccoon finished the sandwich, wiped its mouth with its paws, and then put its head into the brown paper bag beside him, took out the fried browned omelette, and stuffed the egg white into his mouth, chewing it.

"Now you don't need butter to fry eggs in the cafeteria in the North? It's really unancient..... Oh my God! It also fried on both sides! If you want to fry one side in butter, you can use your mouth to suck off the yolk of the heart, then it is called an omelette! ”

As it ate, it muttered and complained, and although it complained, the omelette was not eaten in one bite.

"Don't look at me with such surprise, I see that you haven't touched this dinner for two days, and no one wants it."

The raccoon patted its furry belly in a big way.

"Are you an anomaly?"

"You're the anomaly! I'm a raccoon! ”

The raccoon protested loudly as if it had been stepped on its tail.

..... You talk to people and you realize that you are a raccoon....

Wei Gu complained fiercely in his heart.

"Speaking of which, your wall is all notes written by Mo Daosan, right?"

"How do you know?"

"I know it when I see it."

Wei noticed that there was a notebook lying next to the raccoon, and the inside of the note was opened, covered with raccoon paw prints stained with cheese and tomato juice.

The raccoon reached out and pinched the note beside him, adding a handprint wrapped in a flowing egg yolk to it.

"I'm grass! Other! ”

Seeing that his teacher's notes were so ruined by this raccoon, Wei Jushu, who was originally a little sluggish, suddenly became energetic, and he couldn't wait to kick this raccoon of unknown origin to the other side of the dormitory.

"It's okay.... At first glance, you can see that it is a photocopy of his notes, and there is no trace of ink handwriting on it, what are you afraid of. ”

The raccoon slowly reached out and wiped the corners of its mouth, then licked its paws.

"On the contrary, you seem to be tortured enough by these notes?"

The raccoon shook its head, as if it couldn't look at it.

"Tossing a student who didn't enter the stream like this, Mo Daosang has also fallen.... He's really bad-hearted, and he wants you to understand for yourself? ”

"I advise you not to look hard yet, if you look at it like this, you will die here first."

The raccoon's words suddenly poked at the pain point of Wei Gushu, and he waited for the second half of its sentence.

"However, if you give me that cold tin can in your arms, it's not impossible for me to give you a few words."

If it weren't for this sentence, Wei Jushu felt that he was really frightened by its godly words, and he opened his mouth to be in the north again, and it was Mo Daosang's.

But two cans of ice coke, just give it.

Wei Jushu took out a can and handed the letter to the little raccoon, who licked his lips and stretched out his two small paws to catch the Coke, which was a little big for its size.

"Oh! It's still icy! I'm telling you, this tin can has to be frozen to be delicious. ”

It fumbled through its furry belly, pulled out a pink plastic straw, stood on tiptoe and pried open the opening of the can, and threw the pink straw in.

"You have to wait until the hiss goes away before you drink, otherwise you'll keep burping after drinking."

This raccoon said this, as if he was popularizing his own experience with Wei Gushu.

"You're so angry..."

Wei Jushu opened the jar in his hand and took a sip.