Zheng Qing has forgotten how he left the "Coffee Cat" store.

He didn't even remember whether he had ever masturbated the cats in that store. On weekdays, in that store, he could masturbate seventeen or eighteen cats in a different way, and give each of them a well-known name.

But today, during the conversation between the two witches, he was exhausted and could not remember the fact that he was petting a cat.

"Scary, it's so scary."

After returning to the dormitory for more than half an hour, he was still talking to himself alone, talking endlessly.

Dr. Xiao, who had been prepping his homework, finally couldn't help but look up at his roommate: "What are you muttering about by yourself? Are you in love with Cthulhu? Or are you seeing the moon being pierced by a sword today?"

Last time, Satoguya's eyes were pierced by a stream of light, but most of the school did not remember this matter. Zheng Qing had quietly discussed it with Xiao Xiao many times. So this time, Xiao Xiao used this joke to criticize him.

Zheng Qing stared at the drawings spread on the desk carefully, holding a quill pen and ruler tool in his hand, pondering, ignoring the doctor.

Fatty Xin, who was originally studying "Standard Pharmacy: Second Grade of University", struggled to get up from the bed, approached the young public-paid student, and looked at it with a look.

"He is looking at the styling line chart." Fatty Xin reported to Xiao Xiao, then squinted his eyes and analyzed: "The overall trend of the styling line should be that during the bottoming process, it stepped on the half-month line, and it has been consolidated for many days. It feels that the bottoming is very solid and will rebound at any time... However, there is a five-day line above, and it may not be possible to break through in the short term."

After the analysis, Fatty Xin turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing with curious expressions: "Didn't Professor Yi say that, I will check the drawing of the line chart next Sunday... Why are you staring at it now?"

"Because the line chart is a homework, it is first a divination tool." Zheng Qing had a gloomy face, grabbed the quill pen and dipped it in a little ink, and added a long lower shadow line to today's line.

He felt that what happened during the day today caused great trauma to his mind, and it was not a long lower shadow line.

Fatty Xin smacked her lips, took out a small jar of dried fruit from her watch, and handed it under Zheng Qing's nose: "Don't be sad... I'll never go wrong when I feel sad. It will make you feel much better."

Zheng Qing's nose wings slightly moved, and he smelled the sweet and sour smell floating in the jar, and his mood really improved a little.

He called an elf to insert a sauce-red dried fruit with a toothpick, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it. The strong sour fragrance stimulated the taste buds, causing a large amount of saliva to flow out from his mouth.

Opposite the desk, Xiao Xiao also stuffed a piece into his mouth and chewed it with relish.

"After saying that, why can't you think it all right?" Dr. Xiao, who was in a slightly better mood, decided to act as a close brother and guide his captain: "I remember you took the elf to see a doctor in the afternoon... Is their condition recurring?"

Zheng Qing shook his head: "No, these little guys are very healthy."

A little elf pulled his earlobe and sat on his shoulder, singing sang sings gracefully, with a melodious voice. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing always felt that the elf he raised seemed to have become richer in terms of pronunciation and tone.

"He said 'terrible' and looked at divination before. He must have encountered something bad." Fatty Xin also disagreed with Xiao Xiao's judgment, but he just said nonsense.

"You always have to tell us what happened." Xiao Xiao was a little helpless.

Zheng Qing rubbed the thread drawings under his hands, feeling the traces of varying depths carved by a quill pen on the paper, and his expression was serious. Because the conversation with the witch in the afternoon involved too many secrets, he could not completely retell them.

After pondering for a while, he slowly asked, "You said...what should I do if a few people were drinking coffee and chatting together, and someone asked a stupid question?"

"How many people sit together?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Drink coffee?" The fat man also narrowed his eyes.

"He is not the kind of person who can invite boys to drink coffee." Xiao Xiao nodded and glanced at the fat man.

"I didn't hear anyone say I would go out to sit with him in the afternoon." The fat man looked at Xiao Xiao thoughtfully.

"So." Xiao Xiao held his glasses and the answer was about to come out.

"It's a witch." The fat man punched the palm of his hand and said certainly.

"It must be Elena."

"He said a few people...that is, there are Jiang Yu, Li Meng, and Liu Feifei?"

"Why is he chatting with so many witches?"

"Isn't Liu Feifei Nicholas' girlfriend? He is interested in this now?"

Seeing the two soul-stirring chat directions gradually sliding into the indescribable abyss, Zheng Qing was furious: "What are you talking about nonsense! Don't change the topic... I'm not asking those messy things! And, there are no Li Meng and Liu Feifei!"

A slightly fierce tone and excited movement shocked the elf who had been sitting on Zheng Qing's shoulder, flapping its wings and flew up. Then she floated in the air for a few seconds, and finally decided to temporarily leave someone who was "unstable" and squeeze on the fat cat's belly with the other elves.

"Oh, that is to say, only Ilena and Jiang Yu!" Xiao Xiao concluded.

"Tsk," the fat man showed a hint of pity on his face: "No wonder he said it was terrible... Indeed, this kind of thing sounds quite terrible. It is completely Shura Field. It has no value for saving. There is no help, wait for death, say goodbye."

After saying that, he actually picked up the textbook and returned to his bed.

Zheng Qing resisted the urge to take out the Remington cannon to give the fat man a shot. At the beginning, he didn't expect the fat man to give any answer that suits his expectations.

"What I want to know is, what kind of stupid question did you ask?" Xiao Xiao held his glasses and his eyes were a little shiny.

Fatty Xin also got up from the bed again and pricked up his ears - he had a small notebook and a quill in his hand at some point, and it seemed that he planned to do something like a news investigation.

"Well... that's it, that kind of problem." Zheng Qing was vague, still not sure what to say, what not to say: "Anyway, it's just some stupid questions."

"It's really stupid." Fatty Xin was very dissatisfied with Zheng Qing's ambiguity.

Zheng Qing ignored him.

"In other words, you want me to analyze it qualitatively... instead of just talking about the matter and analyzing the specific problems?" Xiao Xiao looked at him and couldn't find anything interesting, and finally asked a little perfunctorily.

Zheng Qing lit his head quickly and claimed that he was.
Chapter completed!