Hunting High School

The afternoon sun shines through the glass and falls into the dormitory, conveying a lazy atmosphere.

The orange cat lying on the window sill basking in the sun smelled the scent of oil coming out of the paper bag. It couldn't help shaking its beard and tail. It slowly got up and walked to the lunch of several wizards.

The green elves who had been hanging on the fat cat for a nap complained, and flew back to Zheng Qing's tent in twos and threes to continue their lunch break.

Looking at these carefree guys, the young public fee student suddenly had the urge to become a cat again.

"Maybe if you become a cat, you won't have these troubles anymore." He murmured, talking to himself in a low voice.

"What?" Xiao Xiao just tore open a paper bag, his mouth was full of steaming meat buns, his voice sounded a little greasy: "What's the trouble you were talking about just now?"

"No. No. You heard it wrong." Zheng Qing immediately waved his hands three times, denying what he had just said.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him suspiciously, and finally didn't bother with this matter any more, but lowered his head and blew on the bowl of seaweed egg flower soup in front of him, trying to drink a mouthful of delicious vegetable soup as soon as possible.

"Today's tomato juice is very fresh." Dylan held a cup of steaming bright red liquid, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "But it's a little sour... Too bad."

"It's probably because the blood used in the canteen has been a little long and has gone bad... Besides, can you stop drinking this thing in front of us." Xiao Xiao looked at the bottle in disgust, and complained: "And don't ask me to help you next time." Take lunch... When I was queuing at the restaurant under the moon, the vampires around looked at me with green eyes!"

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"Red light, red light." Dylan corrected him very friendly: "When a vampire is hungry, his eyes glow red... Only ghosts and werewolves have green eyes."

Zheng Qing watched the two roommates chatting with relish, eating lunch, and then looked at the paper bags still exuding a strong aroma in front of him, but his stomach did not fluctuate at all.

He stared melancholy at the stack of challenge books on the desk, hesitating whether to ask for leave for the afternoon talisman class.

Anyway, I went to be idle.

Why don't you go?

Once this idea was born, it spread uncontrollably in his mind.

To tell you the truth, as the leader of a new club & hunting team, Zheng Qing feels that he has not had enough time recently.

For example, he needs to find time to complete the hunting team training plan, and then submit it to the school's hunting team management committee; he also needs to find time to learn the hunting team's tactical arrangements from the senior hunters who ruled the hunting team; For the team support plan, he still needs to spare time to study the terms and conditions in the document to see if he can apply for a little financial subsidy for the forgiveness.

In the evening, I have to go to the library to help Elena translate that ancient and obscure rune notebook—although the gypsy witch often disappears, the task of translation has always been a heavy burden on the young public fee student.

Not to mention those homework that can never be finished. Even though it is Moon Hunting now, the professors still haven't relaxed their respective teaching plans at all, assigning more homework one by one.

In addition, there are private lectures by Professor Yi from 7:00 to 9:00 on Tuesday nights; night patrol missions on Saturday nights.

After a rough calculation, Zheng Qing felt more and more that there was not enough time.

However, if he could find a reason to be absent from the talisman class this afternoon, the originally tight time might become much more lenient.

There might even be enough to get Zheng Qing to roll into a tent early tonight to sleep.

"If you don't go to class in the afternoon...you can finish writing the hunting team's training schedule early in the afternoon, and then hand in the materials to the office building before five o'clock." Zheng Qing wrung his fingers and calculated silently: "...maybe You can also take this opportunity to go to the office to find Professor Li, and wonder if you can apply for the next phase of the transformation potion from him in advance."

Thinking of this, the young public finance student couldn't help but glanced up at the calendar hanging on the wall.

It had been less than two weeks since his last transformation.

According to Lao Yao's previous arrangement, he can only apply for one transformation potion about every month—if there are special circumstances, he may be able to apply for one or two more.

There will be no more.

After all, this is also a high-level potion, and it is very interesting that the school provides him for free. Even Zheng Qing himself was too embarrassed to make an inch of it, so he casually took it as sugar water and drank it.

"Why don't you eat?" Dr. Xiao Da's surprised voice interrupted the public welfare student's reverie.

"No appetite." Zheng Qing muttered.

"Oh, that's right... here's something for you." Xiao Xiao shook his head, suddenly remembered something, took out something that looked like an invitation from his pocket, and handed it to the young public finance student.

Zheng Qing's complexion changed, and he jumped back a step like a cat with fried fur.

"Another challenge letter? Or a duel application? Whose? Let me tell you, I don't have time to deal with those idlers!" He yelled angrily, with an annoyed expression reappearing on his face.

Mr. Vampire Werewolf who was holding the drink let out a gurgle of laughter.

Like a bubbling drink bottle.

"What a joke, you are my roommates... If I get beaten up on campus, you will lose face." Zheng Qing snorted angrily.

"Maybe I can help you apply for a bed in the school hospital in advance." Dylan licked the fangs at the corner of his mouth, with a gloating expression on his face: "You know, our Star Academy always has a discount in the school hospital... "

"Yeah, more than half of the income of the school hospital depends on you crazy people." Zheng Qing complained.

"Application for a duel?" Dr. Xiao Da glanced at the pile of envelopes that had not been collected in front of Zheng Qing, and finally a bit of understanding appeared on his face: "These are all applications for a duel? For you?"

"If you want it, I'll give it to you for free...all of it."

"Why?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows.

He was asking why Zheng Qing received so many challenge letters.

"Because many people are brain-dead." The public finance student dejectedly pulled out a challenge letter and handed it to the doctor.

Xiao Xiao took the envelope and adjusted his glasses.

"I am delighted to hear that my junior is 'Young Talent', and he has won the praise of Councilor Qingqiu Su. I can't help but ask for advice. Don't refuse. The second year of Star Academy..." Before finishing reading, Xiao Xiao couldn't help but look up. Start: "Or is it the challenge letter sent to you by someone in the second grade?"

Zheng Qing took a deep breath.

"It's half-written, with no literary talent or logic at all, so I have the nerve to show it!" The tone of the young public finance student was full of resentment.

"I thought Miss Su's last words would cause you trouble...I didn't expect it to be so fast." The doctor sighed and threw the letter on the table again: "Fortunately, this is not a duel book."

Xiao Xiao shook the envelope and handed it to Zheng Qing again: "This is an invitation letter."

"Invitation card?"

"Invitation letter for the opening of the hunting exhibition."