Hunting College

　　 Zheng Qing didn't care at all about Fatty Xin's curiosity.

　　 Or I dare not care.

　　Lao Yao is not the ordinary uncle wearing an apron and smiling in the milk tea shop. He is a big demon, a huge ape demon with three heads and eight arms. The long-term negative publicity of the wizarding world made the young wizards tremble, and the brutality and tyranny of the monster army on the battlefield of the black prison deepened his impression.

Just like now, standing in the bustling pedestrian street, standing in the sun, surrounded by friends, when Fatty Xin mentioned the word'Lao Yao', Zheng Qing still had a chilling feeling, as if seeing the black again. The huge figure resembling a hill on the prison battlefield, and the indifferent blood-red eyes.

　　 Even though Professor Yao, who had faded away from Zhen, was patient, amiable, and joking in front of Zheng Qing as always, who knows if it is a demon that is good at covering up?

　　 So the only thing Zheng Qing can do is to stay away from Professor Yao-stay in the same room with Old Yao as little as possible, and try not to talk about topics related to him.

　　 After all, that was a top-notch wizard, and in recent days everyone has been secretly rumoring that he has advanced to the legend. It is really a risky thing to talk about topics related to him at will.

　　 Compared with a big monster, Zheng Qing is more willing to discuss the state of Zhu Si, who has just left, or whether the alchemy black sheep under Ling Guo has a bad temper, or what will be discussed in the regular class meeting at night.

　　 Today’s class meeting is a little bit special, because it was held before the beginning of the school year, so it can be said to be the last class meeting of the first school year or the first class meeting of the second school year.

　　 And not every class has a regular meeting. As far as Zheng Qing knows, at least Dylan and his class do not need to have a class meeting.

"Most classes in the Star Academy should not have class meetings today." Xiao Xiao’s news was obtained from Zhang Jixin, who in turn learned from his brother. The reliability is very high: "I heard they will meet tonight. Have a choice' to fight and celebrate back to school."

　　 "Have a choice to fight?" Zheng Qing chewed on this strange word and took a sip of milk tea. The creamy and greasy pearls in the milk tea were still unpleasant. He frowned and chewed, and swallowed them all at once.

"You don't need to refer to the points requirements during the usual battle. You can challenge anyone, and you will be challenged by anyone." Fatty Xin was holding a jerky in his hand, teasing the meowing edamame in the distance, at the same time Put up a stubby index finger: "But there is only one chance."

Edamame screamed "meow meow", staring at the jerky in the fat man's hand, appearing under the porch on the left side, appearing behind the stone pier in the distance, and appearing in Zheng Qing's shadow for a while, resolutely refusing to follow the fat man's will. Licking the palm of his hand.

　　 "Isn't this man-made contradictions," Zheng Qing shook his head, commenting on the Star Academy's evening challenge: "It's really incomprehensible."

Xiao Xiao stared at the ground where the bald wizard had fainted, and thoughtfully: "It's normal... we can't understand the fists of the starry sky, just like the starry sky cannot understand the Alpha lineage, the starry sky cannot understand the beliefs of Atlas, and the starry sky cannot understand. Jiuyou's test paper...This is the most essential difference between several colleges."

　　 "What are you looking at?" Zheng Qing bit the straw and watched Xiao Xiao staring at the bluestone slab that had been restored to its original state. He couldn't help but ask.

"Essence." The doctor murmured, and replied in a very soft voice: "Who would risk being pursued by the entire First University and being remembered by a legendary wizard, in broad daylight, in the town of Beta? Is the nature of the matter hatred, hostility, or something deeper?"

　　 edamame flicked its tail, and disappeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes, took away the jerky in Fatty's hand, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The fat man stared at his empty fingers blankly, and sighed for a long while.

　　 "No matter what the essence is, it has nothing to do with us."

He stood up laboriously and stomped his numb feet: "Those are the things that are trigeminal swords, school work committees, and even the great wizards of the alliance. Our homework."

　　 "This is the most urgent and most realistic problem at the moment."

　　 "After all, we are students, not agents of Trident Sword."

　　……

　　……

　　Facts have proved that Fatty Xin's self-knowledge really makes sense.

Before the class meeting, the students of Astronomy 08-1 class chatted in the classroom about summer vacation, hunting games, career planning and homework, the trial meeting that will begin tomorrow, and even the war that occurred in the dark prison at the end of last semester. No one talked about the short and intense kidnapping that happened on the pedestrian street in the morning.

　　 Of course, it's also possible that most people in the class don't even know about it.

Although Trigeminal Sword did not allow Zheng Qing and others to sign the silent contract, after all, it involved the family members of the legendary wizard and the dark wizard. Several young people tacitly avoided this matter, and discussed their respective careers like most people. Whether the format of the planning book is correct and whether the number of words meets the standard.

　　 "Since the professor does not specify a specific number of words, then we don't need to consider the limit on the number of words."

　　 Duan Xiaojian waving his arms, standing in front of Downton, spitting wildly, with excitement: "We only need to list our future plans according to the requirements and our own ideas!"

　　 "That's how it is said..."

　　 Downton pinched Duan Xiaojian's thin sheet of mulberry paper, his face was embarrassed.

In contrast, other people’s planning books have at least three pages, and even some individuals, such as Matthew Cullen, have a relatively long life expectancy ~www.readwn.com~, so their career planning is also extremely rich and sufficient. It took a roll of parchment, and the outside was tied with a red ribbon, which looked like a scroll that had blocked high-level magic.

　　 Duan Xiaojian looked at his appearance and became more energetic: "As the saying goes,'speaking is difficult, doing good is embarrassing.' It is not difficult to say that it is not difficult, but how to do it is more important... What do you think, Brother Qing?"

　　 He turned his head to look at Zheng Qing, who was standing behind waiting to hand in his homework, and planned to help.

"Um?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and he didn't recover for a while-no one seriously called himself Brother Qing for a long time, so that he didn't react at the first time-after recovering, he immediately nodded and agreed: "Yes. Yes, that's right, it's an optional course anyway, it doesn't matter how much you write."

　　 "Didn't you change your name to ‘Brother Scum’ now?" Li Meng, who was sitting in the first row, lay down on the table, smiled and corrected, ignoring Zheng Qing’s darkened face.

　　 Several witches in the front row hid their mouths.

　　 The young public servant noticed Jiang Yuzheng turning his head and whispering to another witch sitting in the second row. He didn't seem to hear the gossip behind him, which made him slightly relieved.

　　 "I didn't say this time!" Behind Zheng Qing, Fatty Xin immediately cleared himself aloud. This made him look even more abominable.

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