679: Chapter 27 Going Out_1 679: Chapter 27 Going Out_1 At noon, it was the ti of day when the sun was at its most brilliant.
Even though it was already late autumn, the autumn at the First University was not short of a few ounces like in so northern cities.
The wizards on duty at the weather station were very serious about their duties, adjusting the day’s sunlight, temperature, and humidity to perfection.
So despite the high sun, it was not as blistering as in sumr, but instead gave a particularly refreshing feeling.
That was the reason why Fat Xin insisted on staying on the balcony, against all odds.
But the sun on the balcony was inevitably a bit dazzling.
Fat Xin squinted his eyes, chewing on nuts, enjoying the most comfortable sunlight of the year, trying hard to forget the oppressive atmosphere emanating from the dormitory behind him.
And then, at that mont, he suddenly caught sight of a black dot out of the corner of his eye.
It was a blue-black paper crane.
The paper crane flapped its wings, flying across the open lawn, over the open treetops, finally fluttering down and landing on the balcony of Dormitory 403, raising its long neck and pecking hard at the glass with its sharp beak.
“Thump, thump, thump!”
“There’s a guest…” Fat Xin hollered out loud, then raised his fingers to allow the paper crane to fly into the room.
The fat cat, which was originally napping on Fat Xin’s head, seed to have found sothing interesting.
It suddenly lowered its body and prepared to pounce on the paper crane.
But the paper crane was apparently more alert than its brethren.
It circled around Fat Xin’s head twice and, finding that he was not the intended recipient, flew high and stuck to the ceiling as it flew into the room.
The fat cat growled angrily, hesitated for a few seconds between sunbathing and playing with the paper crane, eventually giving up on finding fun and returned to Fat Xin’s fluffy hair.
In the dormitory, Xiao Xiao just lifted his eyelids and glanced at the color of the paper crane, then buried his head back into his notebook, humming: “This is a letter for you.”
In the middle of his words, the paper crane circled around his head and indeed left him.
“How do you know it’s mine?” The young, publicly-funded student poked his upper body out of his sleeping area, reached out instinctively, and grabbed the flying paper crane.
The paper crane obediently spread its body in his palm.
“I figured it out.” Doctor Xiao apparently had no patience to explain in detail to Zheng Qing at the mont.
As a matter of fact, the young, publicly-funded student had no mind to listen to his explanation at this mont either.
In the sunlight, the opened letter paper had a line of beautiful flower-shaped handwriting, which gradually beca darker, slowly appearing on the letter paper.
“Today, sa ti, sa place.
E.”
Zheng Qing took a deep breath, the lingering fragrance on the letter paper made him feel as though he had drunk a large mouthful of Luck Elixir, a real sense of excitent flowed out from the letter paper.
Even the oppressive atmosphere that was originally hovering in the dormitory collapsed under this breath, seeming insignificant.
At the First University, there are many people who use blue-black paper cranes.
However, the only one Zheng Qing knew and who would send him paper crane letters was Europa’s Gypsy witch, Elena.
The capital letter at the end of the letter indirectly confird this point.
As for the ‘sa ti’ in the letter, it should be the ti Zheng Qing agreed to et with her for tutoring, two o’clock in the afternoon; ‘sa place’, naturally, it was that hidden corner of the Book Mountain Library.
The young publicly-funded student flicked his fingers to get rid of a few small elves that had landed on them and then took out the pocket watch from his chest to check the ti.
It was now 1:35 in the afternoon, only about twenty minutes away from the ti Zheng Qing guessed.
“I have sothing to do, I need to go out!” The publicly-funded student, who had been lying in bed, suddenly jumped up, rushed into the washroom, frantically sorted his appearance while yelling in a frantic manner at his two roommates, “If anyone cos for a roll call, just say that I was called away by a paper crane from the two-dinsional wave experint lab…
Don’t worry, there will definitely be no problem!”
The two-dinsional wave experint lab, naturally, was the one managed by Su Shijun.
In the strict sense, Zheng Qing was also an ’employee’ of that lab.
Occasionally using the na of the lab should not cause too much concern to that mber of the Under the Moon Conference.
Perhaps he should later take Poseidon to say hello to her.
Of course, when saying hello to Su Daxu, he couldn’t use the real reason, Zheng Qing isn’t that stupid, especially when his violation during the Underworld Festival was to date another witch.
But the young publicly-funded student harbors a bit of luck: the school is so busy and understaffed now, the professors surely wouldn’t check on every dormitory, right?
Probably, maybe, it should be like this.
No matter what!
The young publicly-funded student, like he is on a stimulant, is thinking about what he will say to Elena when he sees her and how he will greet her, completely disregarding the school’s roll call- as Fat Xin had said before: at worst, they’ll deduct my credits!
Watching Zheng Qing hurriedly getting ready, Xiao Xiao finally moved his gaze away from the notebook.
He looked over the top of his glasses at the publicly-funded student who was busy fixing his hair, tidying his belt, and choosing cufflinks, smacked his lips, and humd, “Is it Elena?”
Zheng Qing was painstakingly grooming himself in front of Dylan’s dress mirror.
Upon hearing that, he giggled, “As expected from Doctor Xiao.”
Neither a denial nor a confirmation.
“Having credits really gives you free reign.” Fat Xin twisted his head with difficulty and extended a round chubby face into the room from the balcony, making a few remarks with silence, “But to be fair, Elena did perform amazingly in the Hunting Ground…
you should really roll up your sleeves.”
Does that need to be said?
Zheng Qing muttered in his heart.
“What about the other few?” At tis like these, Xiao Xiao always played the role of a wet blanket: “Do you want to be a scumbag?
You’ll be scorned by the masses!”
Zheng Qing’s face dropped imdiately: “What other few…
those are all misunderstandings!
Haven’t I explained it several tis already?”
“Tsk, I think you should explain this to Jiang Yu, not to us.” Fat Xin also added one on the side, the tone was a bit subtle, “If my calculations are correct, you’ve dated Jiang Yu many more tis than Elena…
”
Upon hearing this, Zheng Qing’s face imdiately flushed red, the veins on his forehead stood out, and he argued, “What I have with Jiang Yu doesn’t count as dates…
it’s gatherings!…
Can dical reasons count as dating?”
He continued to talk in an incomprehensible manner, saying things like ‘green clothes’ and ‘throw a papaya’, which left his roommates stunned.
Thus, in ambiguity, the young publicly-funded student finally checked his hanging grey cloth bag one last ti, opened the door of the dorm and fled.
The words of his roommates, although unpleasant, were quite to the point.
However, Zheng Qing was also a bit confused about this matter- he was, of course, very infatuated with Elena; but being with Jiang Yu also made him feel comfortable- he simply decided to take one step at a ti.
One thing he could be sure of was that he would not beco soone everyone hates.
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