"Zheng Qing?!"

"Where is Zheng Qing?!"

"Zheng Qing??is he in the library?!"

"Zheng Qing! Hurry up! Something big has happened!!"

Fat Xin's high-pitched and shrill voice resounded throughout the library, humming the tall floor-to-ceiling windows around him. It was as if a plucked male duck suddenly appeared in a silent forest, breaking the quiet environment in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it attracted many dissatisfied complaints and noisy denunciations.

Zheng Qing's face suddenly turned green.

He struggled to get up from the floor, and listened again for a moment with a sense of luck.

That's right, it's the shout of the fat man, and it's indeed his name.

"Hold the grass! This fat man has taken the wrong medicine!" the young public student grabbed the law book and pocket watch in his hand, stuffed them into a gray cloth bag, and ran out with his legs. I can't even bother to put away a table of books.

He had to do something.

For example, finding the fat man before he finds him, and then knocking him unconscious and dragging him out of the library, or sneaking out of the library before the fat man finds him, pretending that he has never been here and does not know the dead fat man.

Theoretically, the first option is the best and maximizes the stop loss. But considering the gap between himself and the fat man in terms of combat effectiveness under normal conditions, the young male witch finally decided to take the thirty-six plan as the best plan.

It's a pity that things are often unsatisfactory in this world, and there are even more unlucky ones.

As soon as he passed through the narrow passage between the two bookshelves, Zheng Qing bumped headfirst into a familiar greasy fat man.

Before he could come back to his senses, his arm was grabbed by the fat man.

"Damn!Zheng Qing!You're here!!"

Fat Xin looked at the young public-funded student with a fanatical expression, and his face turned blue: "You are still in the mood to stay here?!! go quickly, come with me! Things are going crazy! The wand is crazy, and the school is crazy!!"

As he spoke, he dragged Zheng Qing and planned to walk outside the library.

Zheng Qing's face turned pale with horror by the fat man's slightly crazy actions and blue face, he leaned back, desperately resisting the vigorous force coming from front, and stammered at the same time: "Yes, cold, calm, I'm calm now...... Fat, fat, you should calm down...... Oil flowers, have something to say...... Calm, calm. ”

Because of some nervousness, his voice was out of tune.

The fat man Xin dragged a few steps, and found that the accident was laborious, so he simply stopped and looked at the young wizard anxiously: "What are you doing? I'm very calm now, come with me!"

His voice was so loud that it almost shattered the ceiling of the library.

Out of the corner of Zheng Qing's eyes, he could vaguely see many eyes mixed with curiosity and disgust emerging from behind different bookshelves with heads of different colors, quietly looking at the two of them.

This made a thin layer of cold sweat immediately break out in his head.

He pulled out his other hand from the gray cloth bag, shook off the law book, and hurriedly read:

"Quiet words and thoughts!"

This is a high-level meditation mantra he learned from Su Shijun, in addition to the basic effect of calming the mind and condensing qi, it is also vaguely mixed with effects such as 'drink with a stick', which is often used by high-level wizards to prevent situations such as going mad.

Zheng Qing felt that in the current situation, it was really appropriate to use this spell.

A pale green light suddenly popped out of the Dharma book and hit the fat man's chest. After receiving this spell, the blue color of the fat man's face gradually faded, and the strength of his hands became a little lighter.

Zheng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled his arm back from under the fat man, straightened up, and then shook his arm as he frowned, and asked quickly, "Did you just go crazy? yelling in the library, do you want to be a coolie under that octopus for another semester like the Doctor?"

"I'm not mad, and the doctor wasn't put to work because he was yelling. The fat man eased up, sighed, lowered his voice, and showed a little helplessness: "This is for your good...... Let's go out and talk about it, go out first, go out and talk about it. ”

"Let's make it clear first, what's going on!" Zheng Qing followed the fat man and hurriedly trotted out of the library, and at the same time asked with an uneasy face: "What did you just say that you were crazy and crazy, what do you mean that the school is crazy?"

"It's literal......" The fat man's explanation came to an abrupt end before he could get out.

Correspondingly, the figure he had originally taken Zheng Qing to run outside the library also stopped.

Zheng Qing didn't react for a while, and hit the fat man again.

", can you say a word before you stop......" Zheng Qing's grumbling immediately swallowed back into his belly after seeing the huge pink eight-legged octopus in front of the two.

The librarian at the Book Hill Pavilion is a school of octopus, something that any student at First University knows.

It's just that in Zheng Qing's impression, these octopuses are not much larger than ripe winter melons, and more importantly, their bodies are almost the same translucent color, and ordinary students can distinguish their identities only with the staff number embroidered on the edge of the gray hat on the head of these librarians.

Of course, it seems that no student will take the numbers of these octopus managers seriously.

When students meet this administrator in the corridor of the bookshelf, they usually call him 'Mr. Zhang', and the polite classmates will bow and salute him. As long as you don't draw a little figure on the title page of a book in front of it, or tear off a page and put it in your trouser pocket, Mr. Octopus is still very talkative.

But obviously, the octopus that appeared in front of Zheng Qing and Xin Fatzi didn't seem to belong to the type of 'very talkative'. Zheng Qing secretly speculated whether this octopus would be because it was blown up, so its body changed color and expanded in size so much - this kind of speculation he would definitely not say.

"Hello Mr. Zhang!"

"Hello Mr. Zhang!"

The two first-grade red-robed children instantly changed from irritable little brothers to well-behaved children, bowed respectfully to the pink octopus in front of them, and greeted them in unison.

However, this move did not bring them more preferential treatment.

"Sin Banner Schmidt-Bayer!"

"Zheng Qing!"

"You guys are so presumptuous!!"

"Shouting, making noise and disturbing the order of library management in the Shushan Library, are you going to rebel?"

The huge pink octopus spewed a puff of thick ink from its mouth, and a string of huge, serious, and grim black fonts typed out in mid-air: "Let your dean lead people!!"

The two young wizards were suddenly bluffed.

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