"What if a wizard suddenly acts foolish due to confusion?"
Unlike others, Xiao Xiao didn’t ridicule the rough and spontaneous ’free check-up’ plan. Instead, he was very interested in the check-up coupon, using various detection magic to carefully inspect the remnants on it, while clicking his tongue and exclaiming, "Very clean, very clean... no useful information left. Having a newly ford small club of first-year students co forward ans no one can catch their trail, nor do they show their fox tail. The devils in your secret society are indeed very cunning."
Unlike the Doctor, Xin Fat Man was more concerned about another matter.
"You’ll attend the secret eting of the assistant team tomorrow, right?" The fat wizard held a small notebook in his hand and looked eagerly at Zheng Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face full of anticipation.
Zheng Qing felt as if he were looking at an inflated version of a furry bean.
However, at first, he didn’t quite grasp what the fat wizard was saying, "Secret eting? What secret eting? Isn’t tomorrow the weekend?"
"The one held in the assistant team’s main conference room!" Xin Fat Man stretched out his thick, short finger and knocked on his forehead, "I rember clearly, you received an invitation last Sunday and were undecided until the next day!"
"Oh, oh! Are you talking about that one?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Qing suddenly understood, but was sowhat puzzled, "There is indeed such a eting, and I didn’t decline... I suppose I need to, um, I an, I’ll be attending. Why, are you very interested in it? When did it beco a secret eting?"
The ’you’ he referred to naturally included the ’campus newspaper editorial departnt’ behind the fat wizard.
"Forget about it!"
Upon hearing this, Xin Fat Man imdiately showed a look of great frustration and resentfulness, "Originally, we thought it was just an ordinary eting of the assistant team, but who knew that the ’Beta Town Post’ sohow got the news, saying this eting is related to Edge Academy’s developnt of a secret weapon! So it’s being privately referred to as a ’secret eting’... Of course, these rumors are only circulating among those in the know, if you’ve been sitting in the Wandering Bar these days, you’d know that seven or eight out of ten tables are discussing this matter... but now we find ourselves in a passive position. If we don’t interview, and the Post snatches the headline, we’ll appear unprofessional; if we do, the assistant team is being very strict this ti..."
Wandering Bar.
Upon hearing this familiar term, Zheng Qing felt extraordinarily unfamiliar. He couldn’t even rember the last ti he entered the Wandering Bar or for what reason.
However, Xiao Xiao shifted his attention from the free check-up coupon in his hand and looked very interested in the fat wizard, "Edge Academy’s secret weapon? What secret weapon?"
"If I knew, would I have to inquire from Brother Qing? If I knew what weapon it was, would it still be called a secret weapon?"
The fat wizard used two rhetorical questions to rare scorn the Doctor a bit, then turned around and fished out a box of dried fruit from his pocket, offering it to Zheng Qing with enthusiasm, "You’ve been studying hard lately, and can’t eat properly. These nuts are nutritious and delicious, you can chew on a few while doing howork, it won’t take up any ti... if it’s not enough, co to ! Whatever you want to eat, just say the word!"
He pounded his chest loudly.
Zheng Qing opened the wooden lid, reached in to pick up a large pine nut, weighed it, and after contemplating for a mont, "I rember you complained yesterday, saying it was troubleso to have to use a code every ti you talked to ?"
"That was Dylan saying it! Definitely not what I ant!"
Xin Fat Man pointed at Mister Wolfman’s currently empty black coffin with determination, "There are many malicious people at school, just like Old Yao emphasized at every class eting, safety concerns are more important than Mount Tai, safety should be discussed monthly, weekly, daily, you can’t place enough importance on it... the code system you invented is simple and effective, I think if you were to submit an explanatory article, the editorial departnt would definitely be willing to pay a decent reward!"
"Hmm, there’s no need to have it on the newspaper." Zheng Qing, being quite self-aware, was satisfied as he tossed the pine nut into his mouth, chewing it felt flavorful.
Then he picked up a cashew from the box, squinting as he looked at the smiling fat wizard, "If tomorrow morning Su Ya doesn’t bring breakfast..."
Concerned about the risk of dining at the public cafeteria, Zheng Qing had been freeloading at Greenhill Mansion for a week now, with Su Ya responsible for bringing him food. In the first few days, because she could wander around the school from ti to ti, the little fox lady was very proactive, delivering it on ti each ti. But as ti passed, she realized that whether she delivered it a little earlier or later, Zheng Qing wouldn’t starve, so she imdiately beca much more slack.
For instance, today’s lunch, Su Ya hurriedly arrived less than half an hour before the afternoon class, stuffing the lunch box in the warlock’s hands. Zheng Qing clearly saw a few suspicious red short hairs on the lunch box, suspecting she went to the Pet Garden to play with a few little foxes again.
"Did Jiulama bite this atball?" The warlock picked up the food from his plate and joked. Jiulama was a red fox from the Pet Garden, once a good playmate of Poseidon.
Su Ya widened her eyes in surprise, "Jiulama absolutely didn’t drink your atball soup, it only ate a few shrimps, and swallowed them whole!"
The warlock imdiately felt suffocated.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Sister Su Man?" He picked a piece of fox fur with his fingers and handed it to Su Ya.
The little fox’s ears popped out from her hair with a brush, glancing at the boy with disdain, unwavering, "How can a grown-up tattletale... I was clearly helping you test poison through the Fox Gang!"
In terms of sharp tongue, Zheng Qing was no match for this little fox, so he could only pinch his nose and pick through the food to eat it.
But it also resolved him to find a new ’food’ route.
At this mont, Xin Fat Man, known for his culinary expertise, ca rushing forward, there was no better choice than him, so naturally, Zheng Qing decided to give him a ’chance’.
The fat wizard, once a recipient of the Golden Feather award at the campus newspaper editorial departnt, understood subtleties when he heard them, and almost instantly put on an expression of ’shocked outrage’, "That little fox is that irresponsible? There’s no ’tomorrow’ or ’the day after’! Next week’s seven days’ breakfast, lunch, and dinner are all on , absolutely safe, absolutely nutritious, and I’ll taste every dish before handing it over to you!"
Zheng Qing silently rolled his eyes.
"I can’t guarantee how much I can reveal about the content I hear at the eting, but I’ll definitely tell you what I can." As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of parchnt and a gold bean from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Xiao, "Doctor, based on our recent discussion, draft a simple contract for us..."
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