Hunting College

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Shoutlet, a magic letterhead used to convey the sender's displeasure and anger directly to the recipient through the letterhead, usually red.

Just like the color smeared on the huge lips that appeared in front of Zheng Qing at the moment.

Looking at the big mouth, he seemed to want to shout something, and the young public fee was quick-witted, and like a dueling western cowboy, he quickly pulled out his Colt silver python and raised his hand to shoot.

Snapped!

The cyan-colored rune flashed away in a flash, smashing that big mouth into the air.

Only then did the other officers of the student union come back to their senses.

There was silence in the office.

"Didn't you say that high-risk emails have been filtered out?" The young public fee said dryly, with a slight polite smile on his face.

"The roar letter is not among them," a first-year witch raised her hand as if answering a question in class, and replied weakly: "After all, we can't stop the parents of students from yelling at their own children..."

"It's you," another sophomore student council officer looked at the rune gun held in the wizard's hand with a nervous expression: "Is this the rune gun you wounded Classmate Seprano?"

This is another legendary and glorious past of Zheng Dagong Fei Sheng.

After all, Cyprano is now Augustus of the Alpha Academy, and not everyone has the opportunity to shoot him seriously—although Zheng Qing is still carrying the relevant punishment, but what he has done is very Respected by the students of Jiuyou College.

"No, not this one."

The young public student kept in mind the relevant ban given to him by the school. Hearing this, he immediately denied it: "...This gun only contains a few ordinary rune bullets."

The tall and thin wizard who brought Zheng Qing to the office reminded: "Even so, using rune guns or similar magic tools in places such as office buildings or teaching buildings can easily cause accidental injuries and is not allowed."

"Sorry, sorry, the aftermath of the hunting game."

Zheng Qing stuffed the gun back into the gray cloth bag, with a hypocritical smile on his face, and apologized repeatedly: "Because there is still a school cup in the black prison... You know... Sometimes it is inevitable to overreact..."

"Oh, I get it! Traumatic Stress Sequelae!"

A little witch said enthusiastically, "When I was studying in Baiding World, I saw a lot of cases in this regard... I didn't expect a wizard to have such a disease!"

"It doesn't matter, then you can open another letter." The wizard who brought Zheng Qing to the office smiled kindly, and took out another letter from the grid.

"No," Zheng Qing snatched it away, his voice distorted because he was too nervous: "No...not here...don't bother everyone! I'll go back and read it again!"

"Is that so?" The tall and thin wizard couldn't hide his disappointment, but he still tried his best to retain: "There are many people in the office, we can help you open it together... As far as I know, there are always seven out of ten such letters. The content of the eight copies is the same, and it is very hard to read more."

"No, I'll go back and dismantle it myself." The young public fee student insisted on his opinion.

"All right,"

The lanky wizard muttered, and took a few parchments from the witch next to him: "In this case, count the number of letterheads and paper cranes, and then fill in the receipt... Sign here..."

The lattice in the vertical cabinet looks small, but it has a lot of capacity.

When Zheng Qing finished counting, he stuffed the letters and paper cranes into gray cloth bags, and after going through the entire process, it was already eleven o'clock, and it was less than half an hour before get out of class ended.

No wonder Professor Yi said he didn't need to go back.

With this feeling, the young public-funded student took advantage of the sparse space in the school when he was in class, and went straight back to the dormitory. Before returning to the dormitory, he was still wearing an invisibility talisman and went to the Qingqiu Mansion in Beta Town to find out. Su Shijun discussed the report on the Bugle News.

Unfortunately, Su Man told him that the young lady went to the laboratory and would not be able to return to the mansion until the weekend. In the end, the wizard could only leave a brief greeting letter and leave angrily.

When he returned to the dormitory, it was too early.

In the dormitory, apart from dozing off and playing fairies, only Dylan's **** coffin lay a sleeping vampire werewolf.

With a slight sigh, he began to process the incoming letter.

All the shouting letters were picked out, thrown into a fiery flame and burned, and they would not listen to them.

For other letters, Zheng Qing had only opened a dozen or so, and he was already exhausted. He felt that the long-lost headache seemed to be fainting again.

Nine times out of ten, the letters were 'greeting' him - his ancient ancestors, his ills, the end of his reproductive and digestive systems.

The letterheads of many greetings are also filled with challenge books full of courage and justice, as if Zheng Qing is not a second-year college student, but a **** hiding in the depths of the silent forest, feeding on children under the age of three and virgins demon.

Even those letters, which seemed polite without greetings, were full of bizarre questions such as "Is there really reproductive isolation between wizards and foxes", "How can people give birth to foxes" and "How big is Senator Su when he becomes a fox?" Compared to ~www.readwn.com~, it seems quite normal for some anonymous witch doctors to offer advertisement letters for drugs like 'Dali Pill' in a mysterious tone.

Similar 'normal' letterheads are not uncommon.

For example, letters from Beta Town Post, Ganges Daily, etc. to make appointments for interviews; enthusiastic self-recommendations from an unknown security company; accident insurance and personal injury insurance advertisements from insurance companies; and even endorsement invitations for famous love potions.

All in all, it is only because of this splendid secular world, which is bizarre, and the living beings on the earth are so beautiful, that they are fascinated by greed, hatred, anger, joy, sorrow, resentment, and jealousy.

The fat cat had long since woken up, with its tail raised, circling around the young public student, but it didn't care about the sighing wizard, but stared at the group of fiery flames floating in the air, curious. Looking at the various types of big mouths that were ups and downs and shattered in the fire, they looked eager to take a claw out.

The elves were chasing and playing in the air, dancing ignorantly and happily.

Not long after the end of get out of class bell rang, the fat wizard with a blue face rushed into the dormitory—compared to usual times, his body shape control was less successful today, which made the dormitory door look much narrower.

Zheng Qing counted the time in his heart. From the end of get out of class to the time he returned to the dormitory, Fatty had absolutely no time to eat.

This made him even more desperate for the future-to make the fat man who loves food give up lunch and come to him wholeheartedly, one can imagine how other people would react to this matter.

"I like red boxes."

Zheng Qing didn't lift his head, stared at the fiery flame in front of him, and muttered: "Black is fine... I don't particularly like flowers... Tombstones should be marble, not engraved... Don't bury them in schools or silent forests. , will be planed off..."