Hunting High School

Lao Yao bit his pipe and glanced at her.

"This kind of thing... is clearly regulated in the school regulations. Members of the professors' joint meeting and the principals of the college are not allowed to interfere with the personnel arrangements of the student self-government organization." The dean of Jiuyou College replied solemnly: "So I am You are not allowed to express your opinion on this matter.”

"Suppose..."

"I'm not going to answer hypothetical questions."

"Then what do you think..."

"There is a word called 'dark under the light'. In other words, I always ignore the students of Jiuyou College in one way or another. So I don't feel much." The professor refused to give the female fortune-teller any divination. clue.

Zhu Ling paused for a moment, changed the way of asking, and asked persistently: "What about Alpha Academy? Which student of Alpha Academy do you like more?"

"It's useless for me to like it." Professor Yao finally stopped and chose to end the topic: "But as far as I know, the students of Alpha College prefer that little guy named Soprano... okay That's it, that's the end of this topic. It's time for you to report."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the small black door beside him and made a gesture of please.

Light suddenly flooded into the eyes of the young hunters.

Behind the door is a spacious and bright hall. The hall is so high that there is a void with a little bit of starlight above the head; the ground is a polished brass floor, which is painted with exquisite runes, and silver-white magic power flashes between the lines from time to time.

Countless thick wax torches hung upside down in the void, sprinkling patches of orange light, covering the entire hall in the color of the afterglow of the setting sun.

At the end of the hall sat several huge beings, ranging in height from tens to hundreds of meters. They are dressed in loose wizard robes, sitting in a casual posture, exuding soft colorful light from top to bottom, like hills. The wizards standing at the foot of these 'hills' couldn't see their faces clearly even if they raised their necks.

Zhang Boren vaguely saw a huge dinner plate in front of the great wizards who revealed their real bodies, which contained a whole sauce-flavored horned dragon and king squid. The great wizards tore off the dragon legs casually, and chewed them slowly. The concept of power filled the Blood Qi everywhere, which made the burly hunter subconsciously swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

In the center of the hall, there is a row of black stone platforms with railings embedded, which looks like a bank counter.

The counter has dozens of windows.

In front of each window, there is a long line, neatly arranged, moving slowly.

Everyone in the procession is a wizard, wearing black or gray wizard robes, and some wearing pointed hats of various colors. No pets running around, no wizards chatting loudly.

Except for the great wizards eating snacks, the whole hall seemed orderly, quiet and silent.

"You are among the last batch of reported hunters," the professor added, standing behind the young wizards, "Most of the time, divination groups will assign missions to hunting teams as independent units...but this is war, and any hunting team There are bound to be injuries.”

"The divination team will pay attention to the damaged hunting teams at any time, and 'organically mismatch' these damaged hunting teams to ensure that the hunting teams' complete combat effectiveness is maintained to the greatest extent."

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"So you need to register your own specialties, ranks, and the time when you get the registration certificate here, and enrich the information of the divination group... Now, according to their respective categories, queue up and register."

After all, the professor's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Several young wizards looked at each other.

The dwarf Balin was the first to leave the hunting party and ran towards the formation that was obviously composed of dwarves, titans, and gnomes.

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...

In the depths of the Hell Castle, Professor Yao was discussing with several young hunters who had returned from the new world the candidates for the new Lei Zhe and Augustus.

First University, Alpha Fort.

In the private lounge of the Karen family, Sir Friedman was also preparing an obviously 'mismatched' letter for this matter:

"There is such a kind of person who is ordinary, ordinary, and not ostentatious at all."

"Neither tall nor low, neither fat nor thin, neither beautiful nor ugly, neither famous nor unknown, just like the gears on a machine, which makes people look dazzling, but is inconspicuous and drowned in a lot of people. Among the same kind."

"This state is called mediocrity."

"A mediocre person must have a good temper. Because if you have a bad temper, it will be difficult for you to be mediocre. Because your temper will make you stand out like an awl in a bag."

"Mediocre people must have a stable personality. They like a peaceful and stable life, like a quiet life, regular and peaceful. They will never learn from paranoid moths, and throw themselves into the net against the lights."

"Mediocre people always do what's within their field of vision. They never look beyond the world beyond their calculations. They always like to do things with very certain consequences. Just like me, I always know my next What are the consequences of an action, such as the consequences of your reading this letter."

"According to this state, a mediocre person will not have great prospects in his life. At most, he will get the title of a registered wizard step by step, then get married in an ordinary way, live an ordinary life, and finally be quiet. out of this world."

"For many people, this kind of day is very beautiful and worth yearning for."

"Similarly, for many people, this kind of life is a hopeless life."

"Human life is really short. Even if you are a great wizard, your life is only three to five thousand years. For any kind of long-lived species, this time is a bit shabby; for the vast Universe, For the endless unknown, this amount of time cannot be compared with words."

"Unremarkable."

"Or, except for yourself, no one knows that you have ever been to this world."

"When your own consciousness is blurred, who would know that there was once a person in this world who had some brilliant ideas? When you turned into a pile of loess, the reptiles that crawled in and out of your body couldn't touch it. The spark that once flickered in your head."

"Whenever I think about it, I always shudder."

"The family hopes that I can take on the glory under the moon, but I understand that I am just a mediocre existence, and I like stable and well-organized things."

"Glory does not belong to mediocrity."

"So, the glory does not belong to me."

Friedman stood in front of the desk, with one hand in his coat pocket and the other hand leaning on the back of the chair, looking at a sunflower oil painting hanging on the wall, muttering, saying that it was almost completely inconsistent with himself, but A self-analysis narrated by himself.

There is a big problem in the whole letter from the beginning to the end.

But the message that this letter wants to convey can be read even by an elementary school student.