Hunting College

"Not surprisingly, Sir Friedman will be alive with the look of his old opponent for the next year."

"It's too awful."

"No wonder Matthew's face has not looked good in recent days."

"They all have the surname Karen, bad luck for Sir, and Matthew will not be better."

"I remember Seprano is still one level lower than Sir Friedman... Jazz is in the third grade this year, and Seprano is still in the second grade."

"It can be seen that age and ability are not directly proportional."

"Maybe the Jazz will choose to graduate early... He should also be a registered wizard, right?"

"Are any of those big gangsters not a registered wizard? And with the example of Senior Sister Colmar... Even if any of them suddenly became a great wizard, I wouldn't be surprised."

The air of the original dormitory was filled with pity and gloat. Everyone talked about the various situations that might arise between the two student leaders of Alpha College, as if they were discussing a new and interesting drama.

But Zheng Qing's last sentence suddenly cooled the atmosphere in the dormitory.

In Jiuyou College, where grades determine everything, it is useful to talk about "poems and distant hills". It can make everyone cheer up and sprint towards their small goals.

It's just that after turning the "small mountain bag in the distance" into the "Himalayas", this kind of chat is very painful. Especially when the heart of the audience is relatively high.

It's a kind of "looking at the mountain and running to death", a heart-stamp that can't be seen.

This slightly depressed atmosphere lasted for a few seconds, and finally someone recovered the original topic:

"Speaking of which... the school's punishment of the two big men is really scary."

Dylan’s head was drooping on the edge of the black coffin, still looking a little depressed, with two small fangs exposed, leaving two deep marks on his lower lip: "If this conclusion is put in the Star Academy, everyone It will definitely'stop the war' in protest."

Stop fighting, as the name suggests, just stop fighting. The word Dylan used finally made everyone laugh again. But no one laughed too much. After all, Dylan's expression is very serious now.

It's no wonder that he was so brooding about the punishment.

Because the students of the Star Academy will come up with such a similar ‘all martial arts’ trips every three to five, and I haven’t seen any brains of the student union being beaten.

According to the simple and innocent view of Mr. Vampire Werewolf, when the school deals with similar accidents, in theory, it should be smooth.

"It's really scary." Zheng Qing thought of the two seniors whose titles had been smashed, and thought of the whole street he almost destroyed, and couldn't help shivering, and muttered with lingering fears: "I don't have'Leizhe' Or the title of "Augustus" to the school..."

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Xiao Da squinted at the public-funded student.

He didn't know that Zheng Qing had ruined an entire street in the North District of Beta Town--it was impossible for Zheng Qing to brag about this kind of thing in front of his companions. Not only was the incident very sensitive to the cause and effect, but also that he and Jiang Yu were shopping in the North District at night. This kind of thing made people feel tedious.

Someone hates trouble the most.

Hearing the doctor's questioning, Zheng Qinggan laughed twice: "I mean... if any of us accidentally ruined half of the street, there is no title of Reggio or Augustus to protect himself."

Dylan nodded vigorously, his hard chin banged against the coffin board.

It's like a woodpecker in the dorm.

"It is extremely, it is extremely!" He strongly supported the team leader's point of view: "This punishment is far beyond the range that ordinary students can bear... Is the school planning to cause a riot in the Star Academy? They are now facing Zhonghuyu. The tribe hasn't settled the mess!"

"Don't confuse the "battle" of the blue robes with the "fights" of other colleges." Student Xin, who has been trying to dominate the topic, finally found a suitable entry point: "You have a contract with the Star Academy to protect your behavior. Other colleges can There is no such good thing...Don't you have several titles, Qing brother?"

"Me?" Zheng Qing was still pasting cool charms on the wall of the little elves' paper house. Hearing this, he pointed his nose with his thumb, "Are you talking about me?"

Because the movement was a little bigger, the paste remaining on the fingertips was accidentally wiped on the tip of his nose.

It's another bad thing.

"Of course." The fat man leaned back, revealing a round and tight belly-the fat cat leaped up and landed on the fat man's belly, splashing waves of flesh, and the fat man let out a groan. Sigh:

"Huh huh... the public-funded students of the Jiuyou Academy, the Merlin Medal winner, the "world" of the magic wand... these titles are all honors. If you ruin half a street, the school will definitely take you back according to certain regulations These honours...like this time Reggie and Augustus."

In addition to the removal of their titles, Reggie and Augustus also deprived them of their status as public-funded students in the 2008-2009 school year. This is a loss of real money, which means that they need to make up for a whole year of tuition, fees for the use of school facilities and many other expenses.

Zheng Qing stared at the paste on the tip of his nose and sighed heavily.

"Has the school returned your talisman?" Xiao Xiao asked Zheng Qing abruptly.

The young public-sponsored student looked at the doctor with a hell-looking face—because he was so shocked that he forgot to wipe the glue off the tip of his nose—he had never talked about it in the dormitory, and the day before yesterday Mr. Evening just stuffed the bronze box into his head, did the doctor know today?

"Is there a problem?" Xiao Xiao touched his face, helped his glasses, and narrowed his eyes: "Or, the school has returned?"

"Why are you asking this question suddenly?" Zheng Qing licked his dry lips and asked in a low voice.

"In other words, I'm back, right." Xiao nodded with a smile, and raised the notebook in his hand: "Just a question... this semester is about to end, and the hunting committee requires all hunters. The team submits the training plan for the next year. You have enough points to be promoted to the official hunting team and you can apply for supplies subsidies. If the school returns your shotgun, then I will add some bullets to my application."

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief silently, lowered his eyelids, and said vaguely: "It's not a complete return... but it does return. This situation is a bit complicated..."

Then he finally noticed a small white stain on the tip of his nose that was fast drying.

He rubbed the back of his hand ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally gave up explaining the current situation of the two talisman guns, and became curious about what Xiao Xiao was doing: "Does the hunting team need to submit an annual training plan now? It is too early……"

He regretted it as soon as the words were spoken.

Sure enough, after the corner of Dr. Xiao's mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth and shouted at him: "So...what is the use of we want you as the captain of the hunting team?! In other hunting teams, this kind of thing is the captain's responsibility. !"

Zheng Qing quietly tilted his head back, avoiding the doctor's questioning eyes, and whistled at the elf's paper house:

"Anyone who can do more work... Isn't our hunting team a two-headed system... Elder Zhang is also considered the captain of the hunting team... one of them... plus there have been so many things recently..."

He was vague, talking about all sorts of excuses, and in the end, he gave him a go:

"If you have a higher divination skill and find the whereabouts of the black sheep in Linguo, I will definitely spare enough time to help you complete those reports... Now it will waste a lot of my time to deal with wizards in the North District every day."