The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 688 Special Admissions Students of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, and the Most Outstanding Class in the School's History

"What is the little fox saying?"

A-Qing, standing in front of the dormitory, looked at An-Sheng, who was hanging on the top of the air conditioner, with a confused expression and asked, "What did you just talk about with Mo-Mo?"

“Eek.” An Sheng responded.

"Oh, I see!" Upon hearing this, Ah Qing immediately had a look of sudden realization and looked at Mo Mo, saying, "The little fox said he doesn't like stick-shaped objects, and he's worried that you'll rub his throat when he's eating, sigh!"

As A-Qing spoke, the look of realization on her face turned into one of surprise and uncertainty. She shifted her gaze from Mo-Mo back to the little fox, and asked in astonishment:

"Are these things something that can be said?"

"?"

MoMo, with a question mark on her forehead and a slightly doubtful expression, picked a candied hawthorn from the skewer and handed it to the fox on top of the air conditioner.

The little fox opened its mouth and ate it.

"..." After a long silence, Mo Mo turned to look at A Qing and said, "Clear your browser cache and stop watching Real Madrid and the like, or you'll corrupt Fox!"

"?"

Ah Qing looked puzzled, scratching her head, thinking that she didn't have those things on her phone.

"The little fox probably peeked at the actress's phone; her phone has the most lewd stuff on it!"

Ah Qing pondered for a moment, then nodded with a look of certainty. In the entire dormitory, everyone knew that Lingren was the best at this kind of thing.

"No, no, this isn't about 'sex,' it's about a fight breaking out between classes of students from the College of Animal Science!"

After figuring things out, A-Qing made a three-step layup, scooped up the little fox, and pulled Mo-Mo, who was wearing flip-flops, along with her to run quickly towards the end of the corridor.

Agricultural science institutes, in a sense, belong to a very typical small-scale peasant society.
Because the course involves a lot of shared labor, students usually help each other, and the friendships between them are based on the bond forged during their time working together.

Therefore, they are very formidable in fights.

Although the College of Agricultural Sciences has repeatedly held large meetings to criticize students from the two colleges for fighting over trivial matters, they still tend to clash again if things go wrong later.

One person starts a fight, and then friends and family come to help, causing the battlefield to expand exponentially.

Then all the teachers and students in the school wrote self-criticisms, and through joint punishment, a kind of mutual supervision was formed.

But according to what Ah Qing knows, some idiots, thinking that since they have to write a self-criticism anyway, will open up new battlefields.
"Li Ming, you son of a bitch, your dog ate my sheep!" In the animal husbandry shed of the College of Animal Science, an enraged girl grabbed her classmate's shoulder and launched a flying kick at the boy opposite her.

"Tear it apart! Dogs and wolves are the same species, carnivorousness is an animal's nature! I'll just compensate you if necessary—" A boy who had been kicked and staggered shouted loudly, encouraging the German Shepherd his class kept.

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

The College of Animal Science raises poultry, and in addition to observing their habits, it also has subjects such as disease treatment.

In the Animal Science Institute, there's no animal that outsiders can't raise, only animals that they can't imagine.

One of the triggers for the class brawl was a German Shepherd sitting in the corner of a farmhouse, looking bewildered. It swallowed hard, moved closer to the corner, and squeezed onto a snow leopard that was biting a goose. It meowed.

Dude! Hurry up and eat your snack!
The dorm supervisor will be here soon!

"Awooo." The German Shepherd looked at the snow leopard, who was feasting, with a numb expression on its face.

You seem to be enjoying your meal. The people next door are saying they're going to sprinkle scallions, ginger, and star anise all over me. Didn't you hear them?

The snow leopard heard it, but it didn't care at all.

Because from the day it was born, the entire zoo cheered for its birth and crowned it with the title of "National First Class".

Anyway, I won't hit myself, so I'll eat first and worry about it later.

The farmhouse of the College of Animal Science was in complete chaos, with students bumping into each other, carnivores chasing herbivores, and yellow cattle sweeping through the air, sending carnivores flying.

"Ah Qing, let's not!" An Sheng, leaning on Ah Qing's shoulder and eating a candied hawthorn, looked out at the farmhouse of the College of Animal Science from the end of the girls' dormitory corridor.

They watched helplessly as a pile of cow dung flew up and landed squarely on the head of a snow leopard.

The snow leopard covered its face and howled in agony, its expression one of unbearable pain.

"They're just playing with fire! We really shouldn't try to stop them from fighting," An Sheng said with a look of disgust.

Outside the farmhouse, An Sheng even saw Fat Cat leading his pandas, preparing to go forward and mediate the fight. But upon seeing the horrific scene inside the farmhouse, Fat Cat hesitated, his hands resting on the fence, seemingly lacking the courage to enter.

"Ah Qing, how about we just forget about it? Let's report it to the professors and write a proper self-criticism," Mo Mo said to Ah Qing after taking a bite of her candied hawthorn.

"Alright then! They've gone too far." Ah Qing looked timid and hesitant.

She heard about the fight in the class group chat and was originally planning to come over and use brute force to separate the people.

But when chickens, ducks, and geese take flight, they transform into bombers, and the pigeons in their cages are truly straightforward.

"Ah Qing—"

"Come quickly and help with the handover! That old bastard is coming!"

Just as everyone was speechless and looking at the battle between the College of Animal Science and Technology with strange expressions, Professor Huang roared, echoing throughout the campus. Inside the main gate of the emerging agricultural science college, the old teachers who had once been kind-faced and gentle in their teaching were now dressed in tattered clothes.

Professor Huang's clothes were bulging; his once-proper suit was now missing its trousers and one of his leather shoes. He was struggling to carry a bamboo basket on his back as he ran wildly along the campus road.

"........."

Bashan Mosquito sat in the bamboo basket, looking completely bewildered, with Baoshu in his arms, while Baoshu also looked equally confused.

But Professor Huang didn't care at all, and with all his might, he sprinted towards the dormitory.

Other professors from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences blocked the entrance, preventing the professors from the Academy of Animal Sciences from entering.

Under An Sheng's stunned gaze, Professor Huang ran to the door of A Qing's dormitory and placed the bamboo basket he always carried on his back in front of the door.

"Hold!"

Professor Huang exhaled sharply, panting, and sat down at the entrance of Ah Qing's dormitory: "Damn it, come run the mountain with me!"

"Now, let's see who dares to take it from me!"

Inside the bamboo basket, Bashan Mosquito and Baoshu naturally raised their hands to greet Master Fuli.

"professor."

"Are you going to kidnap someone?" A-Qing and Mo-Mo were dumbfounded and quickly stepped forward to help the professor up.

“It’s not in essence, but it is in fact,” Professor Huang said, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. He pointed to the Bashan mosquitoes and the precious tree sitting in the bamboo basket, his face exhausted but unable to hide his pride.

"These two are specially recruited students from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences! I practically snatched them from across the street. For this, I even smashed two benches and had that old hag Minlan kick them into the ditch."

The Minlan mentioned by Professor Huang is Professor Xiang Minlan, whose majors are zoology and microbiology. She is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences' Institute of Life and Medical Sciences, and oversees one of the top 100 research institutes in China, as well as several microbial engineering research institutes where she occasionally provides guidance.

In the field of microbiology, Professor Xiang Minlan is a highly authoritative expert that private enterprises would find extremely difficult to recruit.

Her words are those of an industry authority.

But Professor Huang kicked someone into a ditch.

"Special admission student of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences?"

In the silence, A-Qing turned her gaze to Bashan Mosquito and Baoshu, one big and one small.

"Yes! You don't know, but the Animal Science College next door recently admitted a student named Yao Quan. They were making a racket in the conference room, saying how incredibly smart they were!"

"I'm sick of hearing about this. Pshaw, now our college has special admissions programs too." After catching his breath, Professor Huang looked at the two people in the bamboo basket and said with a smug expression:
"These two are true geniuses!"

An Sheng's face darkened as he stared at Ba Shanwen and Bao Shu, letting out a long, foxy sigh.

Whether he's a genius or not is hard to say.
But our graduating class from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences will surely be recorded in the school's history and remembered for eternity: [The most outstanding graduating class since the school's founding, and to this day, without exception].

"Wow?"

Baoshu looked at Master Fuli, tilting his head as if asking him why he was sighing so deeply.

And the professors' pursuit.

After arriving in front of Master Fuli, the two seemed to have reached some tacit understanding and stopped fighting over each other.

(End of this chapter)