If it weren't for Jiang Yu's reminder, Zheng Qing would have almost forgotten the strange wizard who secretly climbed onto the cat's fruit tree that night.

If he still remembers, when he went to the office of the school committee in the afternoon, he should have reported the strange wizard to the school, instead of sitting on the cramped balcony of the dormitory like now, full of regret in his heart.

Yes, remorse.

After reading Jiang Yu's letter, Zheng Qing felt remorseful.

The witch thought about him and went to do those dangerous investigations in private, but he didn't tell her when he had new information. He vividly remembered that the witch had been packing up in the front row of the classroom for a long time after the afternoon class, and had looked at him a few times—perhaps she had wanted to talk to him about the letter—but the boy had been so engrossed in discussing the letter from the Monteria Laboratory with his companions that he had ignored it.

The mental 'sense of disorder' brought about by this remorse made him a little uneasy.

The sun hadn't quite set outside the house.

It's still dark.

There was some noise in the house.

The small sunlight seemed to imprison the uneasiness in the boy's heart, giving him the courage to look at the letter a few more times. Then, in the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the wizard took out a pale blue letter from the gray cloth bag, spread it on his knees, and hastily wrote a reply.

In reply, he first thanked the witch for her letter.

This was the way it should be, and he should show his gratitude and gratitude, both out of politeness and for the risk he took for the witch's private investigation.

In the second part of the reply, the boy mentioned the witch's suggestion, saying that he had just gone to the school working committee in the afternoon and filled out the situation description materials - of course, here, he did not say that he was persuaded by Xiao Xiao and others, perhaps in some unknown corner of his heart, he hoped that the witch thought they had some kind of tacit understanding - in addition, Zheng Qing also briefly recounted the test results of the Montella laboratory on the dog's blood, as well as several speculations between him and Xiao Xiao and others.

Originally afraid that the witch would be worried, and he was worried about how to explain the origin of the dog's blood, Zheng Qing was hesitant to tell Jiang Yu about the outer gods and the Tyndalus hound. But he was also worried that Jiang Yu would investigate indiscriminately without knowing anything, which would cause even more trouble. It's often the same kind of thing that happens on TV – the ending is often not very good.

So in the end, he chose to tell the whole story honestly.

In the last part of the letter, the wizard made a point of emphasis, saying that the whole matter had been reported to the school, and the school would deal with it accordingly, hoping that the witch would not take any more risks to investigate the origin of the dog or the strange wizard.

After writing the letter, Zheng Qing raised his head, rubbed his sore neck, and looked out the window.

The red sun, which had remained on the horizon before, completely fell behind the horizon, and the sky became darker and darker. A few tall oak trees were not far from the window, and the tips of the trees could be seen from the balcony, and the rustling of the leaves could be heard in the evening breeze.

All this made the boy's heart feel a lot easier.

After folding the letter paper into a paper crane, he tried to stand up, only to find that his legs were numb from sitting for a long time.

Because it was written on his knee, the sharp tip of the quill pierced the thin letter several times, piercing a small conspicuous red dot on his knee. But in order to avoid being watched and complained about by his roommates, the young wizard insisted on completing the task on a small balcony.

Zheng Qing rubbed his knees, stood up, and watched the pale cyan paper crane leave the balcony and fly over the tip of the oak tree, then quietly breathed a sigh of relief and reflexively returned to the dormitory.

The lights were already on in the room.

Xiao Xiao was sitting on the edge of the bed, rarely reading a book, but playing with a beautiful divination crystal ball, while the fat man was half-leaning on the head of the bed, shyly bagging his belly, helping Tuan Tuan comb his hair.

The fat cat was snoring and had a bunch of elves on its back.

Hearing the sound of the wizard entering the door, the fat cat just shook his ears, and the elves flapped their wings and flew up, or went to get hot towels, or went to get teacups and fruits, and a few went to Zheng Qing's bed to carry pajamas for him.

"Have you finished writing a love letter?" the fat man stroked the cat and asked lazily, "Is it Senior Captain Jiang or Senior Sister Colma?" Well, it's definitely not Yelena...... You've been dumped by her. ”

For this kind of complaint, Zheng Qing has learned to enter the left ear and out the right ear, and he will never argue with the fat man.

Some things get darker and darker the more they are described.

Pretend not to hear or see, but you will soon be overshadowed by other topics.

He took the tea handed by the elf, took two sips, then put the hot towel over his face, fell down on his bed, and groaned comfortably: "I'm really tired today......"

No one paid any attention to him.

Zheng Qing was lying on the bed and didn't want to get up and wash at all. But it's not right to go straight to bed without washing. In the hazy entanglement, he faintly heard a little movement under the bed.

"Tuan Tuan, don't make trouble. He muttered in a daze.

"What are you talking about?" said the voice of the fat man from another corner of the dormitory. Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds, and then pulled off the towel covering his face.

After hearing the fat man's voice, he immediately recalled that he had just entered the dormitory and clearly saw the fat cat squatting on the fat man's belly.

Since it is squatting on the belly of the fat man, who is squirming under his bed?

It's definitely not their own elves, those little ones like to be clean the most, and they will never run under the dirty bed to play.

Could it be that the dormitory is full of rats?

The rat guys in vests? If they don't get invited, they won't be able to enter the dormitory?

Zheng Qing's head crossed the edge of the bed and leaned down to look at the bottom of the bed.

Oh, sure enough.

It's the dog again.

Even if the gray dog skin was dusty, he could recognize it. Because of the dim light under the bed, the dog's eyes were a little shiny, green and turquoise, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing the witch's head, the dog stuck out his tongue excitedly, wagged his tail, swept up a cloud of dust, and choked Zheng Qing's dry cough. He slapped the bed board angrily, and his mouth made a threatening sound.

The dog was frightened and disappeared from under the bed with a whoosh.

"The dog?" Xiao Xiao could easily guess the reason for Zheng Qing's anger.

"Uh-huh. The wizard's head was still hanging on the edge of the bed, and instead of returning to the bed because the dog had left, he lay a little lower than before.

"Still there?"

"Already scared away. ”

"Then why are you still lying there?"

Zheng Qing's head was under the bed, and he didn't say a word—so quiet that Xiao Xiao was already worried that he died suddenly of cerebral hemorrhage because his head was too low.

After a few seconds, the voice of the young scholar rang out again, announcing that the doctor had just been worrying about nothing.

"I seem to see something under the bed......"

Zheng Qing pouted his buttocks, most of his head was still under the bed, and his voice seemed a little uncertain.