Chapter 131 Organized Chaos

When Zheng Qing stepped into the door of the Applied Magic Research Institute building, the sky had completely darkened.

The darkness behind him was like the world with Leviathan's big mouth; in front of him was an empty, quiet hall without a soul. The last time Zheng Qing came to this building, the front desk parrots who were in charge of reception were nowhere to be seen. There were still a few green feathers on the empty bird stand, which made Zheng Qing very disappointed.

He stuffed the bird food he had prepared back into his pocket, touched Poseidon's furry little head in his arms, and continued walking deeper into the building.

The little fox had completely given up struggling and looked at this hateful world with dull eyes. There was a trace of lifelessness in his two big watery eyes.

"Can you hear it?"

Zheng Qing rubbed the little fox's ears, with a bit of poetry in his tone: "The elegant draft whispered softly: Poseidon, Poseidon, have you finished your homework, Poseidon? Loving mother, I am grateful. "Child...did you hear that?"

A sad whimper came from the little fox's throat.

"For whom the bell tolls? My heart beats the drum of silence."

The young public-sponsored student continued to talk to himself and muttered illogical nonsense, while holding the little fox and walking towards the direction of the two-dimensional evolution laboratory: "...The amulets I drew on weekdays are missing, and I only found out when I used them today. , I can’t protect you, and I can’t protect me... This sadness is like a river... Silence, silence, silence is Cambridge tonight."

Chirp!

Poseidon seemed to hear a voice called "fear" coming from the wizard's chest. He became more and more pessimistic about his future. He mustered up his strength again, struggled, stretched out a claw, and pierced Zheng Qing's armpit. Going out, the pink toes were spread out due to excessive exertion, like a blooming peach blossom.

Zheng Qing looked in the direction of the little fox's efforts, and it turned out to be the tall floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor.

There is a half-moon outside the window, hanging at the angle between the glass and the edge of the window.

Cold and snow-white.

The young public-funded student was slightly in a trance, and the text he had read before flashed through his mind - a golden full moon hung in the deep blue sky, and below was the sandy land on the seaside, with endless green watermelons growing as far as the eye could see.

"The night is so beautiful tonight."

The wizard sighed with emotion: "It's so beautiful... This weather is suitable for thorn thorns. Have you seen a thorn? It is a kind of thing that looks like a puppy, but it is very fierce. Its fur is as smooth as oil, it does not bite, and it is very smart. …”

He stirred up the scattered thoughts in his mind and stuffed them randomly into the mind of the little fox in his arms. It made it lose focus and stopped struggling.

Chirp?

The little fox questioned, wondering if the wizard had really seen Yu.

"It's a dog, it's a dog, it's a catch. It's a wine, it's water, it's a drink." The young public-funded student waved his hand carelessly: "Actually, there is no such thing in this world. If you talk about it too much, you will have it."

On the ground, Zheng Qing's shadow branched. One branch stood straight in the moonlight, like an exclamation mark, while the other curved in a striking arc, falling in the long and narrow corridor, like a big question mark, as if doubting whether the wizard was alive or not. Be careful to be hit by a confusion spell, otherwise why would you talk so much nonsense tonight?

Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of the long, dark question mark out of the corner of his eye.

"There are two shadows at my feet."

He touched the little fox's head and sighed for the first time tonight: "... one is mine, and the other is mine. I didn't want you to work so hard... but the hard work is tight. Baba came to our door and gave us a hard time."

As he spoke, he was already standing in front of the door of the two-dimensional evolution laboratory.

Gu Yi was just like what he had seen the last time he came here. The field behind the door was tall, empty, and closed, like a huge air raid shelter. Along the central axis of the laboratory, huge light balls are arranged, slowly rotating on the gray base, emitting waves of obscure and heavy magic fluctuations.

But unlike the last time, this time Zheng Qing stood at the door and looked in, but could not see a single figure. Not only were the researchers who usually surrounded the light balls missing, but even the head maid Su Man, who maintained order in the laboratory, was nowhere to be found.

"anyone there?"

The young public-funded student coughed lightly and shouted cautiously: "Ahem... Is there anyone in the two-dimensional evolution laboratory? I am Zheng Qing from Jiuyou College..."

Poseidon huddled in the wizard's arms, obedient and quiet, and the big tail behind him was much more ladylike, hanging outside his arms, motionless.

Similarly, the lively shadow under Zheng Qing's feet also began to become "shy", strictly following the rules of the light falling behind the wizard's figure, not exceeding the rules at all.

hiss!

Zheng Qing felt a pain in his hand. He took a slight breath and looked down, only to see that the letter originally held in his hand was folding into a paper crane again.

The paper crane's slender neck had already emerged from his fist, and it was squirming forward, trying to pull its body out.

The wizard hesitated for a moment and released his palm.

The paper crane stood lightly in the palm of his hand, spread its triangular wings, shook its wrinkled body, jumped up, and flew deep into the laboratory.

Zheng Qing knew that this was the owner of the laboratory giving him directions.

He followed the paper crane docilely.

At the end of the laboratory is an office separated by a huge bookcase, which belongs to the owner of this laboratory. When Zheng Qing entered the office, he happened to see the paper crane stretched out on the edge of the big desk in the room.

Su Shijun sat behind his desk, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it into the trash can in the corner of the room. At the same time, he pointed at the sofa with the quill in his hand, indicating to Zheng Qing to help himself.

Zheng Qing hesitated briefly and placed Poseidon on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Good evening," the owner of the laboratory greeted in a brisk tone: "It affects your participation in the opening ceremony... It's just that that kind of ceremony is not interesting. You only need to attend it once to understand the general process. Any more will be a waste of life. ”

"Yes, it is indeed a waste of life." The boy agreed unprincipled, his eyes swept over the office owner and immediately fell on the coffee table.

The coffee table was empty, except for the hair ball Zheng Qing had just put down.

There was no fruit plate, no pastries, and no tea.

"Sorry," Su Shijun seemed to have guessed what the young public-sponsored student was thinking at the moment. He adjusted the wide glasses on his face that obscured his face and expressed his apology insincerely: "I can't handle it all alone... so there is no juice or tea. , and no coffee.”

"Ah?" Zheng Qing glanced at the witch in confusion.

"Well, you need to understand. A single, unmarried mother's life is always in organized chaos... She needs to balance work, life, and study..."

Having said this, the witch paused for a second, glanced at Poseidon, who was lying on the coffee table in a formal manner, and added: "...There are also other issues such as childcare. It is inevitable that somewhere will not be taken care of properly."

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