Hunting High School

Two slender silk threads dangle from the ceiling.

A finger-thick wooden stick is tied to the silk thread, and a colorful parrot stands on the stick.

This is a precious Persian tiger skin.

Compared with ordinary budgerigars, which are small and cute, Persian tigers are about the size of ordinary owls, and they look very domineering. And most of the Persian tiger skins are three-headed parrots: the left head is tender green, the right head is sky blue, and the middle head is a mixture of left and right colors, which looks a little gray.

Although it looks weird, Persian tiger skins are recognized as intelligent creatures in the wizarding world, and even the "Wizard Code" has established their legal status of "full behavioral capacity" through formal laws-this is in stark contrast to the alchemy elves .

Of course, because of Innate's physical condition, there are not many jobs suitable for Persian tiger skin in the wizarding world. Most of them are employed in church choirs, bill clerks in restaurants or callers at wizarding banks.

The Persian tiger skin in front of him is an employee of First University.

On each of its three bifurcated heads, there is a gray straight high-waisted top hat.

The regular triangular logo of First University is also embedded on the brim of the hat.

Maybe it's because the hats are a bit heavy, or maybe the atmosphere in the office is a little stuffy. At this moment, the cap on the Persian tiger's fur head is a little askew, and it looks like it will fall off if it tilts its head a little.

"No. 23! No. 23!" The green head on the left side of the Persian tiger shouted in a hoarse voice: "Candidate No. 23, report to interviewer No. 5!"

"No. 24! Candidate No. 24!" The voice of the blue head on the right was a bit shrill, and his tone was more irritable: "Candidate No. 24, report to interviewer No. 9! Hurry up!"

"Candidate No. 20 is confirmed to be late and will be disqualified from today's interview." After repeating the message vaguely several times, the head in the middle immediately buried his head in the food bowl in front of him, and started to eat hard.

It could be seen that it was starving.

Several elves in gray uniforms flew around to serve this hard-working parrot.

Some elves add food to the parrot's food bowl, some fly between the parrot and the work table to pass notes, and there are even two elves holding small brushes to take care of the big parrot's food. Colorful feathers.

"This Persian tiger skin is a veteran member of the student union," the short wizard pushed Zheng Qing towards the waiting area, and pointed out: "It is said that it is a friend of the 88th student union president, and it migrated from the depths of the Silent Forest It's been more than 20 years since I stayed here, and I'm already in my 40s this year, which can be considered an advanced age among Persian tiger skins."

"I don't know if it's middle-aged syndrome. This guy has a very bad temper recently." The short wizard glanced at the big parrot on the bird stand, lowered his voice, and leaned into Zheng Qing's ear and said, "So, while waiting , you must pay attention to its registration number... promise to hurry up, or if you fail to register three times, it will directly disqualify you from the interview."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened in surprise.

Although he knew that Persian tiger skins were regarded by wizards as intelligent creatures, but letting a bad-tempered parrot decide to own the interview exam, no matter from which point of view, he always felt that it was inappropriate.

"It has this qualification." As if seeing his dissatisfaction, the short boy added: "It is an honorary member of the Presidium of the First University Student Union... It has served as the honorary chairman of the Student Union for ten years, from the 1995 class to the 05 class .”

Zheng Qing swallowed, and finally remembered that he is now in the wizarding university in the wizarding world.

"Nothing is impossible in this world," he comforted himself, sitting on the bench in the waiting area.

But after all, there was a strange feeling lingering in his heart all the time.

He seemed to be able to see a big colorful parrot walking back and forth on the table at the head of the conference table, with three heads roaring loudly. On both sides of the conference table, the cadres of the student union, big and small, sat neatly on the chairs , bowed his head, accepting the brutal rule of Big Bird.

So, he couldn't help laughing.

"Your number is fifty-six." The short wizard looked at Zheng Qing in surprise, put the numbering slip back into his hand, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "It should take a while ...Don't be nervous, I'm very optimistic about you!"

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up and showed an encouraging smile.

Zheng Qing pursed his lips, trying to put on a grateful expression.

The short wizard nodded in satisfaction, and quickly ran back to the office area to guide the new candidates again.

Zheng Qing sat on the bench, took out the Own Dharma book, checked the spells transcribed on it—although there was only one binding spell—and then took out the gray bag to check whether the Own brush was bald and whether the ink was smooth slippery, whether the little snake on the inkstone dozed off, whether the cut size of the talisman paper is appropriate.

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After some unnutritious repetitive work, he stuffed the gray cloth bag back into his arms, stared blankly at the big parrot above his head, and fell into a state of doing nothing again.

Then, the conversation of the two girls behind him caught his attention.

"Have you heard? The monster who killed several magical creatures in Jiuyou Academy has been caught," a somewhat whiny voice said coquettishly: "My cousin is the minister of the Alpha Student Union... he It is said that the people from the school working committee have sent the notice to all colleges, and we will receive the notice on Monday."

"Really?" The other voice was soft and sounded a little frightened: "There is such a monster in the academy... It's just too scary."

Zheng Qing tried hard to resist the urge to turn around and refute.

After all, they were two little girls who didn't understand anything, he comforted himself from the bottom of his heart, there was no need to be serious.

Sure enough, after a few sentences about current affairs, the girls' attention quickly shifted to another place.

"Do you know the names of the interviewers? I think it would be helpful to know some information about an interviewer."

"I don't know. It is said that these interviewers are all cadres in the student union...many of them are the heads of the school clubs."

"It would be great if I had more time. I can do some simple divination. At least I have some confidence."

The two girls were babbling, which made Zheng Qing a little uneasy.

"I don't know what questions they're going to ask."

"Those tables should be cast with a spell... I tried to listen to it before, but I couldn't hear anything."

"I heard from my cousin that they will ask questions about your strengths, interests, and hobbies, and some interviewers will even ask about your quirks!"

"Why are they so perverted!"

"To be precise, they don't want perverts to enter the student union."

"Such a simple interview... can it be done?"

"There are people with strong divination abilities in the student union, and they will participate in the first trial, and they will make a comprehensive assessment of us...with a high degree of accuracy."

"I kind of want to go home..."

"They will also ask about your target role, plans, learning status, etc."

"Oh! Is there anything they don't ask?"

"The size of your breasts... because they can see it at a glance."

The two girls chatted, laughing and making a fuss.

As if feeling that he heard something inappropriate, Zheng Qing immediately focused his attention on the Persian tiger skin on the bird stand, and tried his best to ignore the conversation behind him.

I don't know how long I have been waiting.

finally.

The Persian tiger skin standing on the bird stand called Zheng Qing's number.

"Number fifty-six! Number fifty-six!"

The sharp voice of the blue head on the right side of the big parrot hurt people's head:

"Candidate No. 56, report to interviewer No. 7!"

"Here!" Zheng Qing replied loudly, stood up quickly, and ran towards the interview area.