Hunting High School

Zheng Qing didn't think of another thing until he left his husband's class.

It was at the end of the second class that my husband taught him, and he once told him that next semester, Professor Yao will replace Ms. Shi Hui as the vice president of First University.

Originally, to Zheng Qing, this incident was just a piece of valuable news.

But today, after knowing the true identity of Professor Yao, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little uneasy about the possibility that Mr. Jiang mentioned—is it really the right decision to let a big monster be the vice president of the First University? ?

Inexplicably, he remembered a certain movie he had seen before, three years and three years, and then three years, the undercover agent became the boss of a gangster, and then directed his subordinates to fall into the trap of the police.

This confusion is like a shark, crazily jumping around in the young wizard's mind, gnawing at him, and every thought that comes up makes Zheng Qing feel that everything is boring.

Hunting parties, hunting dances, hunting paintings, handling hunting, hunting team building, etc., all activities related to hunting monsters, all those pictures that look exciting, and those exciting songs, in the "truth" Under the reflection of this mirror, it became a clown with grimacing faces.

They were all laughing at him.

"You're not in the right shape recently," Xiao Xiao looked at the absent-minded public-funded student after finishing morning class on Sunday morning, and frowned: "Is it because of the pressure of the final exam?"

Zheng Qing looked at a red-robed man who was training in the hunting formation not far away, and numbly shook his head.

"That's because of Linguo's black goat." Xin Fatty handed millet porridge and pumpkin cakes to the two companions who had just finished their morning class, and then patted their oily hands: "Don't worry about it so much... If you can't find it for a long time, it must be a bad luck. Let's consider buying a new lamb for Lin Guo."

Lamb, Black Goat, Black Goat, Sen's Black Goat, Nicholas.

Ah.

Zheng Qing's mind flashed the above term, took a bite of the pumpkin pie, chewed it, and it tasted like chewing wax.

He glanced at Fatty enviously.

Fatty seems to have a good appetite no matter what time of day he is, and is never depressed by the stress. Even when I was doing a survey report on the North District of Beta Town last year, when I was affected by the serious "moral crisis" in the North District, I only ate a rice or two for each meal.

Zheng Qing thought to herself that she couldn't do this.

"It has nothing to do with those things," the young public finance student pulled himself together, took another bite of the pumpkin pie, chewed hard, and said vaguely: "...don't mention those bad things, finish your meal early, and go to the library Go to the library to review your homework."

Although the newspapers outside the school reported the threat of alien gods, for the students of First University, especially Jiuyou College, the final exam of the first year in two weeks is the most important thing—even yesterday, Saturday During the night patrol at Linzhong Lake, the school work committee was very considerate and allowed the lower grade students to take a break.

Even if the forgiveness hunting team needs to help Lin Guo find the lost black goat, they only choose fragmentary free time. Most of the hunters' attention is still on the final exam.

After hearing Zheng Qing's words, Xin Fatty came to his senses immediately.

"That's right, take your time, I'll take a seat first." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran towards the Shushan Hall. The reason why I got up so early today is to get a good seat in the library.

Looking at his slightly clumsy back while running, Zheng Qing felt inexplicably better.

"Let's eat quickly too." He turned his head and smiled at Xiao.

Xiao Xiao raised his hand and showed the young public fee student his empty paper bag, then gulped down the soy milk in the cup and wiped his mouth.

"You, there is no 'we'," he corrected, "only you haven't finished eating yet."

...

Today is Sunday.

And it's not even seven o'clock in the morning.

But on the way to the Shushan Pavilion, a group of young wizards carrying various textbooks and review materials hurried on their feet, and they couldn't see any joy and relaxation that should be on the weekend.

Zheng Qing even noticed that many boys didn't wash up, and the stubble at the corners of their mouths and the tarsus at the corners of their eyes were clearly visible. Several students still had red marks on their faces that were pressed out after sleeping on rattan mats. Obviously just got out of bed and went straight to the library.

The sense of urgency is contagious.

Zheng Qing rushed to the library with the flow of people, feeling a little more uneasy in his heart, and even the emptiness disturbed by the 'truth' in his mind disappeared a lot.

"I have an ominous premonition." Zheng Qing subconsciously said while walking on the bluestone road, watching the crowded scene.

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Xiao Xiao sighed in agreement.

"It's a bit beyond expectation." He adjusted his glasses and murmured, "Maybe we should wake up earlier tomorrow."

No, it's not this kind of 'unknown'.

Zheng Qing shook his head in his heart.

At the end of the bluestone road, a familiar figure appeared.

Tall, with a hunchback, combed back with oily hair, a pipe in his mouth, and a sallow complexion. Even though he was walking against the crowd, his wide robe still fluttered like a shadow following behind him. When the turbulent crowd hit the shadow, they suddenly parted and slipped away from both sides of him.

It's Professor Yao.

Zheng Qing's face turned pale.

Xiao Xiao followed his gaze and looked forward, and also noticed Professor Yao's figure.

"Well, Lao Yao just came from the direction of Linzhong Lake." Xiao Xiao analyzed in a low voice: "Although everyone is saying that the tower on Huxin Island is the entrance to the black prison, the school has never officially recognized it... ...I think meeting him here today can be regarded as a side evidence."

Zheng Qing didn't care about the bullshit side evidence of the entrance to the black prison at all.

All he could see in his eyes was Lao Yao passing through the crowd, walking towards them with a smile on his face. He felt like he was out of breath.

It is true that Zheng Qing has always had a good opinion of Professor Yao, but this good opinion has been smashed under the hammer called 'truth' by the husband.

It's like a neighbor you hang out with and suddenly finds out from the cop Uncle that he's a murderer on probation. This huge sense of gap is enough to cause a heart attack.

"Good morning Professor!"

"Good morning! Professor!"

Zheng Qing hadn't done a good job of psychological preparation, and he heard greetings one after another in his ears. Not only the rare red robes, but also the yellow robes mixed in, and even the white robes also greeted Professor Yao politely.

This is the first university student's respect for the dean of the college.

The professor strode through the crowd, nodding left and right. Zheng Qing stared at his face seriously for the first time. I don't know if it's because of his psychology, but this time, when he stared at Professor Yao, he always felt that the smiling face on the professor's face was a little stiff, and there was an unspeakable depression between his brows.

Before he could figure out a more subtle expression, Professor Yao stopped suddenly when he passed by the two young wizards.

Zheng Qing's heart beat violently.

The professor turned his head, blinked his small dark eyes, raised his hand to remove the pipe he was biting, and exhaled a thick puff of smoke: "Are you going to the library?"