Chapter Seventy-Four: Letters
The most pleasant thing in life is not to sleep until you wake up naturally, but to wake up on the morning of the weekend, and then roll back to the bed after peeing, and your confused brain tells you that there is still plenty of time, and you can sleep as long as you want.
In the same way, the most painful thing in life is not that someone else talks to you about an embarrassing topic, but that after someone else talks to you about this topic, this embarrassing topic lingers in your mind and refuses to leave for a long time.
Just like a few days ago, Su Shijun mentioned Jiang Yu in passing before leaving.
Zheng Qing had reason to suspect that the lady of the Yuexia Council was looking for an opportunity to block himself, but he had no evidence and did not dare to go to her to question her face-to-face.
What else can I do? Life has to go on, and I can live it with my nose pinched.
Right now, the fat man brought up the problem again, making Zheng Qing want to stuff his head into the toilet and grunt for a while. In order to divert the topic away from Jiang Yu, Zheng Qing had to take out the talisman he had just thought of and show it to his roommates.
"What do you think of this gift?" he raised his hand and shook the talisman with a rattle, "a set of posts, and a simple note...... As long as you tick a footnote and inject the spirit, you can use it as a serious basic talisman. ”
Sure enough, the fat man's attention was diverted from the post.
He rubbed to Zheng Qing's side, took the post, and then studied it with Dr. Xiao. This made Zheng Qing breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
On the other side, Dylan knocked on his coffin board.
"Captain, I'll take a look at the mask you bought. Mr. Vampire Werewolf said, touching his fair skin, and sighed, "I haven't been sleeping enough lately, and I always feel that my skin has become a little rougher." ”
Zheng Qing felt a chill in his heart, and raised his hand to throw the small can of mask over.
Dylan didn't reach out, but a dark red gas peeked out from the coffin beneath him, and rolled the can of mask back. Zheng Qing made up his mind to take back the can of mask later and wipe it well.
"Compared to a face mask, Django Red Tube is a little better as a gift. Dylan looked at the instructions on the jar in his hand and commented: "Django SW series is popular in our area now...... Yelena is a gypsy and is just right with Django. If you don't like the red tube, it's good to use the black or blue tube. No witch can refuse a whole set of Django. ”
Django is a very popular luxury brand in the modern wizarding world, with products ranging from wizard robes, hunting outfits, timepieces, cosmetics, and even flying carpets and broomsticks.
For example, Django's status in the wizarding world is roughly equivalent to the synthesis of brands such as Armani, Rolex, and Rolls-Royce in Zheng Qing's original world.
Django red tube, on the other hand, is a lipstick with a red body. The full name of the SW series recommended by Dylan is the 'Scarlet Witch series', and it is very famous among young witches.
What's more, Django is a brand built by gypsy wizards, and it certainly has a special meaning for Elena.
After listening to Dylan's recommendation, Zheng Qing felt a little congested.
"I'm not a tyrant to the point of buying a whole Django. The young student muttered, trying to swallow back the more straightforward words 'I have no money'.
While shopping for a face mask in the mirror, he also noticed the rows of Django suits behind the counter. The different colors and models are neatly arranged, like soldiers to be reviewed, and they look very stylish.
Then I looked at the price - the whole set of Django SW series 99 pieces, the price is nine jade coins, nine gold beans and nine silver horns, and the most popular SW400 price also requires one gold bean and three silver horns.
This made the wizard dismiss this idea early.
"It didn't feel good to buy one, and I think she must have bought it a long time ago. Zheng Qing's reason for not buying it is also very sufficient: "If you buy a set, the budget is not enough." At that time, I still bought that can of face mask, the price was not expensive, but it was not cheap either, just right. ”
Dylan shook his head and didn't say anything, but beckoned the elves to send Zheng Qing's jar back.
"Since you're planning to send the talisman now, what to do with the cosmetics you bought?" The fat man who was studying the post with Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and asked a very sharp question: "You can't use that jar of things, isn't it a waste?"
When Zheng Qing heard this, he was stunned.
Before he could think of a measure, Fat Xin gave his solution: "If you want me to say, you should give that jar of mask as a gift, anyway, Ilena will not mind...... As for this talisman, how about I put some golden beans and sell them to me?"
Zheng Qing flipped the can of mask in his hand, estimating how big a hole he could smash into the fat man's face.
After a few strokes, his own solution popped up in his head.
"You say, how about I give this jar to Su Ya or Li Meng?" he asked his roommates tentatively: "Give it to the two of them, no one will misunderstand anything." ”
Xiao Xiao and the others glanced at each other, and commented on one word in unison: "Perverted!"
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and began to tease the elves adorned on the tent again.
At this moment, there was a crackling sound outside the window, as if a bunch of leaves had slapped on the glass. Zheng Qing was lying lazily on the bed motionless, Dylan was hiding in the coffin and pretending not to hear, while Dr. Xiao was carefully looking through Zheng Qing's talismans.
Only Xin Fat, who has no patience to read the talismans page by page, is the closest to the balcony window.
"A bunch of lazy bugs. ”
The fat man grunted, squeezing through the narrow door between the balcony and the dormitory, and opening the window.
The cold wind outside the house made the young public scholarship student shiver through the dormitory.
"Close the window quickly!" Zheng Qing shouted at the fat man without raising his head: "Not everyone is like you, wearing a natural bearskin coat!"
"He's not a bearskin, he's an oily coat at best. Dylan sat in the coffin and corrected him seriously.
"Boom!"
Fat Xin closed the window hard and squeezed back into the dormitory with a grunt.
"You say what you just said again?!" he opened his eyes wide, grinned at Zheng Qing, and waved a small cyan paper crane in his hand: "I didn't hear it too clearly just now, do you say it again?"
Zheng Qing glanced at it and immediately rolled off the bed.
The elves who were frolicking with him were startled, and they all flickered their wings and floated into the air, whining and whining.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The young student clasped his hands together, the first at the elves, the second at the fat man, but most of them were still at the elves.
There is no doubt that the fat man will only be so arrogant if he gets his weakness. A simple guess can tell that the paper crane is looking for him.