657: Chapter 5 Visiting the Sick_1 657: Chapter 5 Visiting the Sick_1 November 7th, the tenth day of October in the lunar calendar.
Friday.
The solar term, the beginning of winter.
Suitable for worship, bathing, travel.
Avoid opening the market, excavation, mourning.
The bustling Moon Hunting is gradually coming to an end through one exciting hunting match after another, especially in recent days.
With the impending closure of the school hunting party, Jiuyou Academy has once again seen the peak of crowds seen during the opening ceremony.
Visitors from other schools and outsiders have co in droves, and even the Lakeside Forest and the Ring Mansion corridor are packed with people everywhere.
However, all of this has nothing to do with Zheng Qing anymore.
The noise coming from the other academies after the freshman match, followed by the gradually fernting rumors, put trendous pressure on the young scholarship student.
Although it wasn’t as bad as being ‘the mouse everyone wants to hit’, he couldn’t enjoy watching the matches or eat and drink at small hunting dances hosted by various clubs as he used to do before.
After all, it’s common for people to drink a lot at dances, and if he showed up in the wrong place at the wrong ti, he might have a drink spilled all over him, and if he was unlucky, he might even get grabbed and berated.
Since Zheng Qing isn’t a masochist and doesn’t like making a fuss, he simply avoids crowded places to keep himself from being annoyed.
Today is Friday, with an alchemy class in the morning and a practice class in the afternoon.
Perhaps due to the Moon Hunting season, for the recent month in the practice classes, Assistant Hilda rarely made the students do high-intensity spell training.
Instead, she focused more on so theoretical knowledge learning — such as hunting match rules, analysis of classic hunting matches, tips for watching a hunting match, and other interesting and rare tidbits.
Like in this class, what Hilda shared with everyone were so specific examples of fouls in the hunting match.
Since this is a large class mixed with Alpha Academy students, Zheng Qing had already prepared for people to make sarcastic or verbally aggressive comnts towards him.
But to his surprise, he didn’t hear many offensive remarks until the bell rang.
It wasn’t until Andrew Taylor cheerfully greeted him that the young scholarship student could vaguely guess the reason.
“Mr.
Sepulano expressed his admiration for the freshman match at the Auspicious Club eting, so many people in the academy should be sowhat reserved in their opinions about you guys recently,” said young Master Taylor, stroking the gemstone on his finger.
“Of course, Alpha is large, and besides Mr.
Sepulano, there are also people from Sir Friedman…”
As he spoke, he glanced imperceptibly at Matthew Karen not far away, whispering, “My friend told that the Blood Comrades have been hanging around the Book Mountain Library lately.
It seems they’re looking for soone…
They’re not necessarily looking for you, but they are not people of Mr.
Sepulano after all.
For safety, I suggest you stay in the dormitory and study.”
Zheng Qing forced a smile: “Thank you…
I happened to have other things to do these days, so I wasn’t planning to go to the library.”
Andrew nodded in satisfaction, and from his expression, he seed to think that Zheng Qing had changed his mind due to his advice.
But in fact, Zheng Qing has been a bit busy these days.
Like today, after the practice class, he had to go to the school hospital with so of his mates to visit Dylan.
Tomorrow, on Saturday night, he still had his regular patrol task.
Also, on Sunday, Jiang Yu inford him in the morning that Doctor Duzem was busy on Monday, so the check-up of the elves was moved to Sunday.
Of course, the increased number of people in the academy, which made the Book Mountain Library overcrowded, was also one of the reasons why Zheng Qing gave up going to the library.
Speaking of visiting Dylan in the school hospital, Zhang Ji Xin originally suggested everyone chip in to buy a Pandora’s box from Green’s grocery store.
It is a small box where you can’t know what the gift is until it’s opened, and it’s a real test of the buyer’s luck.
But this suggestion was eventually vetoed by Xiao Xiao.
In Doctor Xiao’s opinion, what Dylan needs now is not a bit of luck but abundant energy.
As it was the beginning of winter, after several discussions, the Doctor chose to bring a big box of dumplings as a present in the end.
“I’d rather you guys brought a dozen chicken legs.” The sad-faced werewolf in a patient’s uniform murmured as he looked at the big box of dumplings in front of him, “Or a few boxes of blood tofu would be nice.”
“I thought you weren’t that picky about food?” Xiao Xiao raised her eyebrows, surprised.
“Haven’t you said that you’re an omnivore?”
“Am I not allowed to be picky?” Dylan looked upset.
“As a 1500-year-old man, being unable to eat what I want…
That’s so sad.”
“Oh, oh, your age has increased again!” Xin Fat Man, waving his thick, short fingers, kept reminding him, “You were only 1300 years old last ti, weren’t you?
It’s only been a few days since I last saw you; how co you’ve aged 200 years?”
“My age is affected by Schrödinger’s theory.
It’s constant to but always changing to you guys,” Dylan explained after a wave, imdiately changing the subject.
“What’s in the dumpling?
I must say, I absolutely won’t eat anything spicy like onions, ginger, garlic, leeks…”
“Knowing you have half a vampire bloodline, who’d be stupid enough to prepare garlic for you!” Xiao Xiao snorted but still patiently explained, “The dumpling filling is frog at.”
“Frog at?” Dylan picked one up with chopsticks, sniffed it under his nose, and looked interested: “While I’ve heard that frogs are edible …
but making dumplings out of them?
Would there be a tax imposed for using frogs as food?”
Zheng Qing knew that Dylan was referring to the ‘Murder Tax’.
It is a special tax imposed on wizards killing small animals, with a high tax rate, and it also involves other corresponding punishnts.
“Amphibians are not on the taxable list.” Xiao Xiao spoke in a gloomy tone.
“Besides, this frog at was sent by Iseni — the fishman from Lin Zhong Lake.
They’re used to raising and eating frogs as snacks.
And according to the fishman’s viewpoint, frogs are creatures that bridge life and death (note: this refers to hibernation and awakening), and eating them will lead to a healthy and long life.
So I think this present is very suitable.”
“But I rember that Iseni’s pet was a flying little frog?!” Xin Fat Man suddenly rembered sothing and exclaid in shock, “Did it chop up its own frog for dumpling filling?
The fishman actually eats its own pet!
It’s too wicked!”
“Eating dog at and keeping dogs as pets are not contradictory,” Zheng Qing said clearly in this respect, “Although it’s not ruled out that Iseni chopped up the little frog for dumpling stuffing, it’s also possible that it simply picked a few from its frog garden and chopped them up.”
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