Friday morning was a morning full of hope. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It only takes eight or nine hours to get two short but leisurely days.

Zheng Qing seemed to see that a beautiful weekend life was already beckoning to him.

After returning to the dormitory after morning class, he first went to check the status of the elves.

Blessings to Dr. Toduzem, these little ones have been in good shape lately - which means that when Zheng Qing lifted them out of their sleep for a check-up, the little ones were also up in bed.

According to the physical examination form given to him by the doctor, Zheng Qing instructed the elves to make different movements, observe their physical signs, and at the same time use the detection rune paper to record the corresponding quantified data.

After some tossing, the elves sobered up a lot.

After grabbing the ears of the public scholarship students to say hello, the little ones flew out of the balcony one after another to collect the morning flower dew.

When all the data were recorded, Zheng Qing couldn't help frowning after flipping through the health data of the last week and making a simple comparison.

Even though he does not have sufficient expertise in medical care, after more than half a month of training, he still has some experience in elf health.

He could confirm that the elves' health was slowly declining.

Although the decline is not obvious and the external performance is not outstanding, it is still a problem that cannot be ignored.

"I'll have to talk to the doctor tomorrow," Zheng Qing muttered, putting the medical examination records into a folder, planning to take the elves to Dr. Duzem for a review tomorrow to discuss the matter in detail.

"You call me?" Xiao Xiao, who had just changed into a hospital robe next to him, hadn't put on his glasses yet, so he squinted at Zheng Qing: "What can we talk about tomorrow?"

Zheng Qing was stunned and exhaled.

"When did your ears become so sensitive. He shook his head and asked, "Have you decided which club to join?" ”

"There's no time!" Dr. Xiao put on his glasses, raised his chin proudly, and snorted disdainfully.

Zheng Qing pursed his lips and did not squeak.

Ever since he had a convulsion in history class two days ago, Dr. Shaw has been in a bit of a sensitive mood lately – it's easy to understand that time is a good medicine for those who confess their failures, especially to their teachers—so the quiet library is where he is now stationed after school and dinner.

And Xin Fatzi was not angry that those clubs with eyes and beads did not send him an invitation, and made up his mind not to sign up.

Although the fat brother is round and strong, he also has a weak heart.

Without the three visits and good words of persuasion, he would never have joined those clubs that were 'unqualified' and 'indiscriminate'.

As for the few small societies that sent him invitations, after some investigation, the fat man also decisively gave up.

"It's better to have less than to overuse. Xin explained to her roommates.

Whether the fat man really pays attention to the quality of the community, Zheng Qing is not clear. But when he heard that not only did not have a single member of the opposite sex in the 'freak' club, but even the station in the office building was used in rotation with other small clubs, he understood Xin's choice a little more.

According to the schedule, there is an alchemy class on Friday morning, and there is a practical class with Assistant Teacher Hilda in the afternoon.

Because it could not be ruled out that they would lie down and leave the practical class, after lunch, Zheng Qing finally chose to go to the office building with Zhang Jixin to explore the recruitment activities of major clubs.

The schedule is somewhat tight.

But as a good man once said, time is like water in a sponge, and there is always a squeeze.

Zheng Qing made up his mind and decided to squeeze out a little lunch break and get the registration done as soon as possible.

......

In the afternoon, the office building was crowded with people, bustling, and a lively scene.

As an annual recruit day, the silent office building can always be lively for a while at this time of year.

Old-timers dragged cobweb-strewn and dusty banners of tables and chairs from tall cabinets, scrubbed them clean, and sprayed fast-acting insecticides in the corners of their offices — dark corners are prone to ghost cockroaches, to which many wizards have severe allergic reactions.

Elves in gray uniforms carried rags and basins of water to scrub the old murals on both sides of the corridor.

Of course, in Zheng Qing's opinion, it may be better to directly cover these murals with a layer of flannel.

At the very least, the flannel wouldn't complain loudly that the paint on their faces had been faded.

Traditionally, many clubs would custom-order enchanted roll-up banners from Beta to entice first-year wizards to stop and sign up - but most of the time, the handsome witches and wizard models on the roll-up banners were squinting and dozing off, and for them, college club recruitment was just a dessert between daily tasks, and there was no need to take it that seriously.

There are also some wealthy clubs that prepare magic puppets to attract young girls.

Zheng Qing watched as a few beautiful freshman witches were dragged into an office with a black wooden door by fluffy fat puppets.

When he tried to squeeze behind the girls and squeezed behind the black door, his shoulders were grabbed by Zhang Jixin.

"What do you want to do?" the red-faced boy shouted in a loud voice, "That's Atlas's society...... Are you going to pray a prayer of thanksgiving every day before eating?"

"I just want to see the strangeness," Zheng Qingyan said insincerely, taking a breath of regret. The rich fragrance on the tip of the nose began to fade.

"Which one are you going to participate in?" Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and looked around, looking at the figures coming and going with some worry: "Although my brother asked me to participate in the student union of Jiuyou Academy, I don't plan to go into that kind of lifeless place...... I would like to join the hunting team of Jiuyou Academy, but the hunting team in the academy only recruits students from the second grade and above...... If it really doesn't work, I'll choose a small hunting team, such as the hunting team of the Divine Will, and recruit first-year students......"

"First University Student Union," Zheng Qing interrupted his nagging: "Foreign Affairs Department, I only plan to report this one place." ”

"Where's your invitation letter?" Zhang Jixin's attention was really diverted: "If you have an invitation letter, you can directly enter the student union as an officer...... What are you doing here today?"

Zheng Qing's face turned red and he looked like Zhang Jixin's cousin.

He would never admit that the First University Student Union hadn't sent him an invitation — for some reason, he felt it was a shameful thing to do.

"I've been busy lately, so I'm going on patrol tomorrow. Zheng Qing said vaguely and unincomprehensibly: "Anyway, I'm going to find the registration point of the school's student union......"

"Aren't you going to join a few more clubs?" Zhang Jixin couldn't help but ask: "For example, the Young Fu Master Association, they must be very eager to communicate and learn from you." ”

"There was no time. Zheng Qing spread out his hands and said sincerely.

Although First University does not limit the number of student clubs or organizations that students can participate in.

But considering the pressure of academics, Zheng Qing finally decided to join only one student organization.

Adhering to the attitude of going to the best organization if he wants to go, he skipped a large number of large organizations such as the Student Union of Jiuyou College and Divine Will, and went straight to the Student Union of First University.

Since Jiuyou College belongs to the First University, the Student Union of the First University must be much stronger than the Student Union of Jiuyou College.

This is his naïve logical idea.

Of course, more importantly, the First University Student Union is the only large student organization that did not send an invitation to Zheng Qing.

This made Zheng Qing look forward to this organization a little more.