Hunting College

On weekend evenings, there will be regular class meetings as usual.

Even if it is during the school hunting club, this rule shows no signs of loosing.

It’s just that at today’s regular meeting, Lao Yao didn’t help the young wizards to shape a qualified outlook on life and world. He just briefly summarized the learning and activities of this week, laid out the content that needs attention next week, and emphasized A few safety questions, and then left in a hurry.

Even the life reports that need to be turned in every week are collected by the two monitors after the regular meeting.

Zheng Qing was not curious about what Yao Yao was doing.

As the captain of a hunting team, during the school hunting club, he has been having a lot of headaches recently.

For example, the hunting team manager candidate-although he has already filled Lin Guo's name in the hunting team manager's position in the work committee of Shanghai Jiaotong University, this does not mean that there is no room for change. The hunting team is always looking for more suitable candidates.

Another example is the "homework" Deng Xiaojian assigned to the hunters in the afternoon. He needs to sort out the information according to the positions of the different hunters in the hunting team and distribute them to each member; then collect all the timetables, compare and find the appropriate free time, and organize all the members of the guilt to collectively plant the small bag Video seed.

In addition, the homework assigned by the professors of various subjects did not relax slightly because of the school hunting club. On the contrary, such as Professor Emma of Magic Text, Professor Li of Pharmacy, Professor Yi of Divination, etc. The approach of the exam has increased the number of homework after class, causing students to complain.

Once in a few minutes of free time, Zheng Qing would always involuntarily think of the little fox girl who had been bullied by herself, a little more worried.

Such troubles are endless.

As a result, the young public-funded students began to hesitate whether to fill in the application form again and apply to Professor Li for a shape-shifting medicine. Because he faintly started to have headaches again-Zheng Qing has been wondering whether he has become a cat and will not have these troubles.

Think about it, life continues.

In the wizarding world, even if you become a cat, there is no way to escape your responsibilities and debts.

After the evening's regular meeting, Zheng Qing did not immediately call 601 the Bishop’s Building, but instead summoned all the members of the Yougui Hunting Team, including Lin Guo, to make a brief summary of the training assisted by the ruling this afternoon.

"Is this the theme of today's meeting?" Fatty Xin held a bowl of fried peanuts, crunching like a squirrel. He looked at Zheng Qing's "First Training Summary Conference" line of characters written on the blackboard and asked vaguely.

"Pay attention to the image." Zhang Jixin glanced at him and reminded: "This is the classroom, not the cafeteria."

"A classroom that is not in class is just an empty room." No one in the classroom, the fat man simply put his legs on a row of chairs and leaned against the wall, trying to create a comfortable environment.

"Are you partying? Do you have a gift for me?" behind the door, a shrill question from the stick figure villain came.

The wizards in the classroom glanced at the drawing paper and ignored it.

This nonchalant attitude obviously angered the stick figure villain.

It took a deep breath, and the original oval body appeared to be much more rounded, and the two or three thin hairs on the top of the head floated up.

"A student is having a party in the classroom!!"

"Where is the patrol!!"

"Students are going to light up the classroom!!"

The sharp voice pierced the night and spread far away in the empty teaching building. Outside the classroom, the murals on both sides of the corridor that had already calmed down came to their senses, and the noisy sound rushed out in the blink of an eye.

"Is it on fire? Where is it on fire?"

"It's a fire caused by partying... I haven't seen such an energetic young man in a long time."

"Where are the iron cans on patrol? Are they all dead? They haven't been up for so long!"

"It's not lucky--though they are indeed dead."

"Speaking of the dead, where did those ghosts go..."

"It seems that the school hunting club held a special ghost dance, and the great nobles of the parliament will come one month later... the ghosts in the nearby buildings have all got invitations.

"Why don't we have an invitation letter?! This is not fair!"

"Because we are just the shadow of a memory... not even a ghost..."

This slightly sad answer immediately silenced the murals on both sides of the corridor.

In classroom 601, several young wizards took advantage of this quiet time to tear off a tablecloth on the test bench, and firmly covered the stick figure behind the door.

"Noisy liar." Zheng Qing complained angrily as he hurriedly applied a sticking curse to the tablecloth.

"Who's a liar?" The classroom door snapped open, and Linguo, Blue Tit and Dylan pushed in.

Linguo was talking.

Carrying the small schoolbag on both shoulders that never left, he bounced and squeezed in like a schoolboy.

Before Zheng Qing could speak, the nominal manager of the crime hunting team began to describe to him the conversation between the murals in the corridor just now: "When I just climbed to the sixth floor, the hangings on both sides of this floor I seem to be crazy..."

"Has the meeting started?" Dylan didn't seem to be interested in discussing the ‘dead’, he turned to look at Xiao Xiao and asked about the progress of the meeting.

"Just finished sorting out the training materials...Hey, these belong to you." The doctor pointed to the pile of materials sorted out on the desk, and added: "Since the people are all here, let's start first. Agenda."

"A lot of agendas tonight?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

"A little more than you think." Fatty Xin put away the snack bowl in his arms, wiped his greasy mouth, and sighed.

"What's the first agenda?" Linguo also ended his story, looking up at the public student in front of him.

Zheng Qing did not speak ~www.readwn.com~ but walked to the podium, grabbed the chalk, and left two large characters on the blackboard.

‘Codename’.

"The ‘code name’ of today’s first topic," he turned his head and scanned the members of the hunting team, repeating the hunting taboo mentioned by Deng Xiaojian in the afternoon, and finally concluded:

"In actual hunting, we cannot use our real names. For wizards, real names are equivalent to our own weakness. Many dangerous demons can curse with names. So, as usual, each of us needs to have our own "Codename" for hunting grounds to communicate with each other..."

Without waiting for others to speak, he immediately put forward his own opinion: "I prefer to use a nickname to determine the code name, which is easy to remember and does not take up too long meeting time."

This is the plan he thought of early.

The bad news when naming the association did not last too long. Zheng Qing has a natural sense of rejection of the name given to collective wisdom.

It's hard to adjust, it's too boring.