"If the principal is there. ”

This seems to be an unquestionable premise - where else could the president of First University be if he was not on campus?

But when this sentence was said by Xiao Xiao with a serious face, it became a little strange.

Until leaving the school hospital and on the way back to the dormitory, Zheng Qing's mind still rang with Xiao Xiao's words from time to time. Although he was a little ignorant, he was keenly aware of the meaningful expression on Dr. Xiao's face when he said this.

Of course, this doubt quickly dispelled over time.

The young public-funded student still has a lot of troubles on his mind.

For example, the night patrol of Linzhong Lake on Saturday night, such as the agreement with Jiang Yu on Sunday afternoon, and the fact that he still has time to go on a wandering trip - Dr. Xiao finally refused to help Zheng Qing run errands, and instead asked the captain of the Guilty Hunting Team to go on a wandering trip in person to discuss the purchase of 'public opinion' with the thin and gloomy old wizard.

Friday night was no time. Some time ago, in order to prepare for the freshman competition, Zheng Qing accumulated a lot of extracurricular homework. Although the professors were tolerant of allowing him to delay the turn-in, the delay did not mean that he was exempted - there were several classes with deadlines approaching, and if the parchment had not been lying on the professors' desks by midnight on Friday, Zheng Qing had no doubt that a few credits he had just earned from the freshman lottery would have been deducted.

Saturday is not a lot of time. On the one hand, he had to continue to make up his homework, and on the other hand, because he needed to make night patrols at night, Zheng Qing had to stay in bed during the day to recuperate his spirits.

As for Sundays, I had to catch up on sleep in the morning, there was a regular class meeting in the evening, and in the afternoon, I had already made an appointment with Jiang Yu to find Dr. Duzem to help the elves recheck - after all, it seemed that there was still some time at noon on Sunday.

According to Zheng Qing's plan, after patrolling on Saturday night, he would try to get up before twelve o'clock on Sunday morning, and then go straight to the pedestrian street after lunch, discuss the 'big deal' with the wandering wizard, and strive to solve this troublesome matter before the time agreed with Jiang Yu.

The plan was rigorous, and the execution did not go awry.

Just after five minutes of twelve o'clock at noon on Sunday, the young public-funded student was already standing at the door of the wandering bar, holding a cardboard box in his arms - this box was a nest built by the witches of the astronomical 08-1 class for the elves, although the elves are not asleep at present, they can fly around and follow Zheng Qing around, but because the wandering bar is full of people, just in case, Zheng Qing still arranged for them to stay in the paper house and wait obediently.

Slightly different from the first time I visited the Wandering Bar a few weeks ago, this prestigious entertainment venue at First University was a little sparsely populated by midday.

Pushing open the door, the shadows in the hallway immediately enveloped the door, blocking the bright sunlight from the door.

Zheng Qing expertly pulled out an admission ticket and stuffed it into the mouth of the big frog crouching at the door—for some reason, many wizards like to use this slippery creature as food, pets, and even totems.

The frog puffed out his cheeks, chewed and chewed, and after a few bites, he spit out a hand with a little transparent mucus, and then handed it to the public scholarship student waiting by with his long tongue.

Zheng Qing grabbed a handful of salted dried flies from his pocket and fed them to the gatekeeper frogs—since receiving some preferential treatment from a parrot, the young public scholarship student had learned to accumulate all sorts of pet rations in gray cloth bags so that he could buy these annoying little beasts whenever and wherever he wanted.

"Please, the wandering wizard will be here later. After receiving Zheng Qing's gold card and request, a waiter from the multi-armed clan immediately took him to the private room on the second floor with a smile.

This quiet, small room was as dim as ever. Perhaps because it was noon, the lanterns were a little drowsy, lying among the vines that snaked out of the spider plant, and there was a faint light of energy.

Zheng Qing sat on the sofa, tilted his head, and noticed that there was a bottle of amber liquid on the bar counter in the corner of the room, and the dots of light were swirling in the liquid, which was beautiful. He vaguely remembered that it was the private aging of a wandering wizard, and it seemed to have a pretty name.

"Ah, Rarer, Rarer. ”

With a few old greetings, the old wizard in a wide gray robe strode into the private room: "The strongest freshman of the First University, the future star of the Nine Talents Academy, and the undoubted leader of the freshman competition...... Zheng Qing!"

"Welcome, welcome...... Sorry, the room is a little dark. ”

As he spoke, the wandering wizard reached out and snapped his fingers.

As if they had been shocked, the lantern insects, which had been lying drowsy among the rattans, blew up their wings and lit up their belly lights. In just an instant, the originally dim private room was shrouded in bright light, and it became bright.

As if noticing Zheng Qing's surprised gaze, the old wizard added with a smile: "Sometimes, necessary reminders can save a lot of time...... Some of the little bugs always lack memory. ”

Zheng Qing frowned, feeling that the old wizard's words meant something else, but he couldn't grasp the essence of it. Then he wondered if he was thinking too much about himself—some old fellows always liked to talk like gods, and they talked like a word when they were talking about simple things.

"Something to drink...... Green Bee or Amber Light?" the wandering wizard asked kindly, interrupting the young scholar's reverie.

Zheng Qing subconsciously glanced at the bottle of amber liquid in the corner of the room.

"Ah! golden years!" exclaimed the wandering wizard exaggeratedly, "what a discerning guest!, but you must admit that you have a very keen eye...... That's the best drink in this bar!"

The young publicly-funded student's face immediately turned red.

He opened his mouth to try to defend himself, but before he could speak, he was interrupted again by the wandering wizard.

"Let me guess what you mean...... The harvest of the freshman competition is a bit too rich, and the price given by the school is not appropriate, so you plan to sell some through the wandering bar, right?" The old wizard grabbed the leg of a burgundy cup, poured it full of 'golden years', and stuffed it into the hands of the young public-funded student without refusal, while sighing:

“...... It's my private ageing, and it's best to drink it while the stars are still in the wine, and it tastes the most good...... Not every Gold card customer has the opportunity to drink it. ”

Zheng Qing had to raise his head and take a sip first.

Compared to the green bee, this cup of 'Golden Years' tasted a little softer and less pungent, but compared to the authentic amber light, this cup of 'Golden Years' was much warmer, and the wine mixed with starlight burst in Zheng Qing's mouth, which seemed to make his blood burn with it.

"I'm not here to sell things. The young scholar did not care about the taste of the wine, and when he came to his senses, he immediately replied, "I have come to buy something." ”