Hunting High School

"Fuck!"

Seeing the fainted Li Meng, Hilda's face turned green: "No way! You're so timid!"

Is that the point? ! Zheng Qing slapped her face, and felt that the whole world was dark.

"Li Meng!" Jiang Yu screamed, ran out of the team, and threw herself on Li Meng.

The freshmen watching on both sides of the lawn fell silent for a few seconds, and then immediately started to make a fuss.

Laughing, yelling, worried screams, nervous appeasement, all kinds of voices gathered together to form a huge sound wave, which scared a groundhog resting on the mound not far away and hid back. In the cave.

The classes in other practical classes also found the abnormality here.

Because of the relatively long distance, those curious faces could only stretch their necks, hoping that the light breeze would bring a little bit of news.

But Alchemy Class 08-1, who is standing opposite Tianwen Class 08-1, doesn't need to be so troublesome.

In a short while, the identity of the little witch who fainted has spread among the freshmen of Alchemy Class 08-1.

Li Meng, the daughter of the Li family in the middle of Sichuan Province, is twelve years old. She is the second youngest student entering the first university this year, and she is also a rare spirit witch.

Zheng Qing gloomily looked at the mocking faces on the opposite side, without speaking.

In comparison, he was more worried about the figure lying on the grass now.

He still remembers it very clearly.

Half a month ago, when he took the special plane from Chang'an Airport to enter school, Li Meng was sitting next to him. She was the first classmate to greet him and one of the first friends he made in college.

In his impression, the little witch likes to be noisy, familiar with herself, and likes to say "I am a college student" and "My cousin is amazing".

Other than that, there were none of the bad habits that were typical of young wizarding families. For example, discriminating against wizards from the mortal world, or treating wizards as turtles and mortals as dogs.

But not long after entering First University, Zheng Qing discovered a new specialty of the little witch.

Good dizzy.

The ancients said that a good War Practitioner has no great achievements.

Zheng Qing must admit that those who are good at dizziness have a brilliant reputation.

From the wandering bar on the pedestrian street, to Lao Yao's spell class, and then to the practical class in the green valley, just over ten days after entering the school, this little spirit witch has fainted three times.

Even the last two times I fainted in class.

This can't help but make people doubt whether the young wizard at this age can adapt to the high-intensity learning environment of the First University.

Zheng Qing looked at the petite figure worriedly.

He could already imagine what kind of gossip would spread on campus after this class.

And Hilda, who was beside Li Meng, wanted to cry even more.

The ego that had devised the brilliant opening was gone.

Only one word comes to mind of this young practical class teacher over and over again:

'Damn it! '

This is not enough to express his inner depression.

When Hilda designed this opening speech, she predicted many situations. For example, the freshman may fall down in shock, the students will be in chaos for a short time, and he is even ready to withstand a few spells thrown in the Daoist group-after all, no one can be sure that there are no overreacting guys among the freshmen.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that someone would faint from that grimace!

God's poor!

In his opinion, apart from being a little disgusting, that face wasn't too scary.

Who would have expected that a college student's spirit would be so fragile!

"Be quiet!"

The annoyed teaching assistant slapped the Fa book on his waist again.

A milky white halo rippled from the book, covering all the freshmen in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing was horrified to find that Own's mouth seemed to be stuck together with super glue, and he couldn't open it no matter what.

In just a split second, the lawn fell into absolute silence.

Hilda lowered her head, looked nervously at the little witch who had fainted on the ground, and said quickly, "Don't be afraid, Mrs. Bella is not far away."

This sentence seems to be comforting a few girls who are helping, but it is more like comforting himself.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers again, summoning a soft flying carpet, and emphasized: "Ms. Bella can definitely help her."

Under the effect of the Silencing Curse, no one answered him.

A few girls hurriedly helped Jiang Yu put Li Meng on the flying carpet, and then dragged the blanket in mid-air and ran towards the blue figures on the edge of the green valley.

"Stand where you are!" Hilda hesitated, patted the book, and lifted the restrictions on the newcomers.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, took a big gulp of fresh air, felt the beating of his chest, and for the first time in his life had a deeper understanding of the simple action of speaking.

"I'm going to say hello to Mrs. Bella."

"No one is allowed to move!"

Hilda glanced viciously at those restless figures, and warned in a low voice:

"Everyone, stay where you are. Don't whisper, and don't take out your Dharma books!"

"Otherwise, the school working committee won't mind a few more students doing odd jobs."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and chased after the flying carpet, trotting to follow.

However, as soon as the teaching assistant's figure disappeared on the hillside, there was a harsh ridicule from the crowd of Alchemy Class 08-1.

"It's ridiculous." A stout boy with a crew cut stood in the line carelessly, unceremoniously despising the teacher of the practical class: "It's just a teaching assistant who dares to use the Silencing Curse on the students! Class is over I must go to the student union to complain against him!"

Zheng Qing noticed that the boy's outstretched fingers were covered with colorful magic rings.

The stout boy seemed to have some prestige in Alchemy Class 08-1, and other freshmen echoed his rhetoric.

"That's right, that's right, the copper nails on his face almost fell off in fright!"

"Using the school work committee to scare people, should I go to the student union and sue him for intimidation?"

"My cousin is the minister of the student union. I'll take you to him."

Zheng Qing touched Xiao Xiao next to him with his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Who is he? The guy with the crew cut and magic rings on his hands."

"Andrew Taylor, the little Young Master of the Taylor family." Xiao Xiao scratched his chin carelessly, as if thinking about something.

Matthew next to him seemed to have heard their discussion, and moved closer to the two of them calmly.

"The Taylor family is a new werewolf family that has emerged in Quebec in recent years. The family's property is not much, but they have a lot of black gold. They are local tyrants."

"Because they don't have much background, this family doesn't pay much attention to the old rules of the creatures under the moon, and they do things a little crazy."

"This family is known for their rebellious style. Their most famous statement is 'the blood feud between werewolves and vampires has nothing to do with them, Taylor is just a gatekeeper'. If one day, you see Andrew and the O'Brien family at First University, Or people from the Karen family walked shoulder to shoulder, don't be surprised, maybe they are the key to resolve the feud between werewolves and blood clans."

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As he spoke, Xiao Xiao turned his head and glanced at Matthew Karen not far away.

Zheng Qing immediately remembered that there was a noble son of the Karen family in his class.

He turned his head, only to find that Matthew was fiddling with his own cufflinks with a serious face, as if he hadn't noticed the conversation between the two of them at all.

"No chance." Matthew recalled what he saw outside his cousin's reception room last weekend, and sighed slightly in his heart: "So he belongs to Taylor's family... Maybe that's why my cousin doesn't want to see him."