Hunting College

Sunday, March 14th, the weather was fine.

It's nine twenty-seven in the morning.

The sky in Phuket Island is like a clear sapphire, with a few well-behaved clouds scattered around the edge of the gem. The golden sunlight passes through the glass windows without any hindrance, leaving stripes of slightly swaying mottled light and shadow in the conference room. Even the most picky wizard would not question the work of the weather monitor today.

It's just that none of the young wizards in the conference room are paying attention to the beautiful weather outside the window.

Everyone's attention was focused on the hazy barrier in front of the conference room.

Except Zheng Qing.

After noticing the smiling eyes of a certain legendary wizard, the teaching assistant student in red robe immediately turned his head and his eyes began to wander around aimlessly - the large conference room of the teaching assistant group was very plain and simple, with no gorgeous chandeliers or conference tables on the ceiling. There are no fresh green plants on the ground, and there are no elves in gray uniforms flying around. There are only dark curtains hanging on the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, rows of black hardwood high-back chairs arranged in a stepped manner, and two rows of silent filing cabinets behind the lecture desk - rather than calling it a large conference room, it is better to call it a conference room. It is a renovated lecture theater.

Unconsciously, Zheng Qing's eyes wandered back to the front row of the conference room.

Old Yao is still looking at him!

The boy lowered his head subconsciously and cursed in his heart, but immediately, the happy voice of the legendary wizard came to his ears: "I reminded you, when you curse me in your heart, you must use some kind of soul protection magic for yourself. As soon as you exit the door, the entire conference room becomes hazy, and he is burning unscrupulously outside the room like a small candle, for fear that you will see him?"

There was only a desk and two chairs outside the empty and huge office. Professor Qian Zhouzhou, deputy director of the school working committee, sat in front of the table. There was a thick pile of parchment on his right hand and only a thin sheet on his left hand.

Hilda, who was sitting next to me, might have noticed the vague magic fluctuation coming from beside her, and gave me a strange look.

Considering Su Shijun's "participation" and the fact that he had signed a contract with Fatty Xin but found out Shao Duo's worthless news, plus Lao Yao's promise not to increase the "time transfer" by eight hours a day, Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and chose to accept it.

Because Lao Yao's voice sounded in my mind again: "The reaction is pretty good, he is a qualified hunter... Huh? He is wondering why he can still hear you talking? Just tell him, he is for added protection. Can you When you heard his voice and said he had added protection, you heard it. Isn’t that difficult to understand?"

Because every assistant whose name is called will stay outside this barrier for seven to ten minutes, and each barrier can only accommodate at least seven assistants.

Zheng Qing smiled weakly.

Meng Zhen looked around in astonishment, and then he realized it before he realized it. He noticed that many teaching assistants outside the conference room had their eyes closed, showing a respectful and serious expression - that was definitely the look of those who knew they were entering samadhi.

But before the smile faded, it froze under my face.

Professor Yao's voice didn't pause at all: "... If he accepts the project, the project team will apply for eight hours of 'extra time conversion' time for him in the name of the teaching assistant team to ensure that he does not have enough time." Focus on completing relevant tasks. Of course, he must now know that after leaving that room, he also needs to sign a tolerant silence contract."

After that, my voice disappeared into the witch's mind and was never heard again.

Zheng Qing put his hand on his forehead, tried hard to clear away the messy thoughts, and ended up reciting the Shao Heart Sutra silently in his heart.

Zheng Qingzhi backed away from the open door.

Next to her, Hilda blatantly lay down under the table and finished her nap. Zheng Qing, who was not in such a leisurely mood as me, honestly took out Professor Li Qihuang's "Standard Pharmacy·Seventh Grade Elementary School" from the gray cloth bag. Finished making up for my Potions homework.

Before Lao Yao asked back, he seemed to have 'seen' the question that Zheng Qing wanted to ask before. Chong Piaopiao interrupted my thoughts: "I'll ask him the other question later when he accepts the task. Are you talking to the people outside the house at the same time?" Chatting with ten people will give him time to satisfy his bad curiosity and listen to his various 'guesses'."

I have a small pile of homework like that, so I always have to worry about having something to do.

When I rubbed my wrists and put away the Yin Fu Science homework under the desk, the long-awaited voice finally came to my ears—

When I retreated from this hazy barrier, I realized that the space outside was far beyond my imagination. A narrow corridor was comparable to the tree-lined road behind the library. On both sides of the road, there were seven low doors. The arches are lined up one after another, eight of which are closed.

Perhaps it was because the room was full of teachers and I was the only student. Meng Zhen felt that he was so focused on studying today that he unexpectedly taught Potions, Alchemy, Magic Texts, and Divination all at once. All homework is done.

"It's too late to recite sutras later." Old Yao's noisy voice continued to echo in the young wizard's ears: "Since you are here today, it means he wants to participate in that project, right?"

It’s so foul! Hey!

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded sharply.

"Zheng Qing!"

Meng Zhen stirred up his energy and slowly activated several talismans stuffed inside his belt. A faint trace of spell light flashed through, like a tangible afterbirth, tightly wrapping the young wizard in it.

"It's very bad, so he has to sign over there, over there...and yet there."

Same as me, UU reading www.uukanshu. The teaching assistant with the first letter in the com section did not sit down in a daze. Instead, he took out his pen and ink, or corrected students' homework, or studied difficult reference books, or simply drew talisman paper or etched array disks. In short, In a short period of time, the teaching assistants outside the conference room found their own things to work on.

The person in the audience had just called Carol, whose name started with 'c'. Zheng Qing had to reach out and calculate, knowing that there was absolutely a possibility that he would not be called in a short time.

"exist!"

Zheng Qing also gradually realized why today's meeting was so long.

Zheng Qing finally couldn't bear it, and tentatively asked in his heart: "Professor, your reply later said that 'it is to use the time converter in other places in the study'..."

Professor Qian clicked on a few positions under the parchment, and then pointed to the quill under the pen stand next to him. At the same time, he said comfortingly: "It must be easy. They are some very special repetitive tasks. It's just too difficult." It is too boring and does not have certain technical content, so I need to find some 'low-level assistants' to help... I worry, the school will provide them with generous remuneration as a subsidy."

"Does he know how to participate in the 'big hand' mission of the teaching assistant team?" Professor Qian rubbed the corners of his eyes and spoke concisely. Obviously, I have repeated that sentence so many times today that the words came out with no tone, as if they were being spoken. It tastes like dried sugarcane bagasse.

The young assistant coach was busy getting up, and then I noticed that the conference room was not almost empty. I didn't even notice when Hilda left.

"Refuse." Zheng Qing nodded silently.

"Is he still coming to the meeting at this time?"

I picked up the parchment on my left hand side and waved to Zheng Qing to sit on it.