Hunting College

Zheng Qing didn't think of another thing until he left Mr.'s class.

That was the end of the second class that the husband gave him. He once told him that next semester, Professor Yao would replace Ms. Shi Hui and become the vice president of the First University.

For Zheng Qing, this incident was only a piece of valuable news.

But today, after knowing the true identity of Professor Yao, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little uneasy about the possibility mentioned by her husband-is it really the right decision to let a big monster be the vice president of the First University? ?

Inexplicably, he remembered a certain movie he had watched before. For three years, three years, and then another three years, the undercover became the gang boss, and then he directed the gangsters to get into the trap of the police.

This confusion was like a shark, rushing wildly in the young wizard's mind, gnawing at him, and every thought that came up made Zheng Qing feel that everything was dull.

Hunting clubs, hunting dances, hunting paintings, processing hunting, hunting team building, etc., all activities related to hunting monsters, all those seemingly thrilling pictures, those exciting songs, are in the "truth" Under the reflection of this mirror, they became clowns with grimace.

They were all laughing at him.

"Your state is very wrong recently." After finishing morning class on Sunday morning, Xiao Xiao frowned as he looked at the unsuccessful public student, "Is it because of the pressure of the final exam?"

Zheng Qing looked at a red robe that was training for hunting not far away, and numbly shook his head.

"That's because of the black goat that Linguo," Fatty Xin handed over the millet porridge and pumpkin pie to the two companions who had just finished the morning class, and then patted their greasy hands: "Don't care about this... so It’s a long time to find it, and it’s definitely not good. Let’s consider buying a new lamb for Linguo."

Lamb, black sheep, black goat, forest black goat, Nicholas.

Ah.

Zheng Qing skimmed over the above terms, took a bite of the pumpkin pie, chewed, and tasted like chewing wax.

He looked at Fatty enviously.

Fatty seems to have a good appetite no matter when and where, and he has never been depressed because of stress. Even when I did an investigation report on the northern district of Beta Town last year, when I was affected by the serious ‘moral crisis’ in the northern district, I only ate a couple of rice less per meal.

Zheng Qing thought that he could not do this.

"It has nothing to do with those things," the young Gongsheng cheered up, took another bite of the pumpkin pie, chewed hard, and said vaguely: "...Don't mention the bad things, finish your meal early and go to the book Let’s review your homework."

Although the off-campus newspapers have repeatedly reported on the threat of foreign gods, for the students of the First University, especially the Jiuyou College, the first semester final exam in two weeks is the most important thing-even yesterday, Saturday On the night tour of Linzhong Lake in the evening, the school work committee was very considerate to allow the lower grade students to take a break.

Even if the guilt hunting team needed to help Linguo find the lost black goat, they only chose fragmentary free time. Most of the hunters' attention is on the final exam.

After hearing Zheng Qing's words, Fatty Xin immediately woke up.

"Yeah, you eat slowly, I'll go take a seat first." After that, he hurriedly ran to the direction of the Shushan Pavilion. The reason why I got up so early today is to occupy a good position in the library.

Zheng Qing looked at his slightly awkward back when he ran, feeling a little better.

"Let's eat faster, too." He turned his head and said to Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao raised his hand and showed the paper bag that he had emptied to the young public servant, and then gurgled out the soy milk in the cup and wiped his mouth.

"You, there is no ‘us’," he corrected. "Only you have not finished eating."

...

Today is Sunday.

And it was not seven o'clock in the morning.

But on the way to Shushan Pavilion, a group of young wizards holding various textbooks and review materials hurried in their feet, and they couldn't see the joy and relaxation that they should have on the weekend.

Zheng Qing even noticed that many boys did not wash, and the stubble on the corners of the mouth and the tarsalis at the corners of the eyes were clearly visible. Several students still have red marks on the faces of the rattan seats being pressed out after sleeping. Obviously, as soon as I got up from the bed, I went straight to the library.

The sense of urgency is contagious.

As people flowed to the library, Zheng Qing couldn't help but feel a little more uneasy, and even the emptiness that was disturbed by the ‘truth’ in his mind disappeared a lot.

"I have an unknown premonition." Zheng Qing said subconsciously as he walked on the bluestone road, watching the crowd of people.

Xiao Xiao sighed in agreement.

"It's a bit beyond expectation." He helped his glasses and murmured: "Maybe we should get up earlier tomorrow."

No, it's not such an ‘unknown’.

Zheng Qing shook his head in his heart.

At the end of the bluestone road, a familiar figure appeared.

He was tall, with a camel back, combed with a smooth and shiny back, and a pipe in his mouth, his face was a little sallow. Even though he was walking against the crowd, his broad robe still fluttered around the corners, as if a shadow followed behind him. When the raging crowd hit the shadow, they suddenly separated and slid away from his sides.

It is Professor Yao.

Zheng Qing's face turned pale.

Xiao Xiao followed his gaze and looked forward, and also noticed Professor Yao's figure.

"Well, Lao Yao just came from Linzhong Lake," Xiao Xiao analyzed in a low voice: "Although everyone is saying that the tower on the island in the lake is the entrance to the black prison, the school has never officially approved... …I think meeting him here today is a side piece of evidence."

Zheng Qing didn't care about the side evidence of the **** at the entrance to the black prison.

In his eyes, he could only see Lao Yao Zheng passing through the crowd and walking towards them with a smile. He feels almost out of breath.

It is true that Zheng Qing's impression of Professor Yao has always been very good, but this affection has been smashed under the hammer called "Truth".

It's like a neighbor who you often go to Cengfan, suddenly learned from the police uncle that he is a murderer on probation. This huge gap is enough to make people have a heart attack.

"Good morning professor!"

"Good morning! Professor!"

Zheng Qing hasn't done a good job of mental construction~www.wuxiaspot.com~, there are many greetings in her ears. Not only the red robes of Jiuyou, but also the yellow robes and even the white robes mixed in them, they also politely greeted Professor Yao.

This is the first university students respect the dean of the college.

The professor strode through the crowd and nodded from time to time. Zheng Qing stared at his face seriously for the first time. For psychological reasons, this time, when he stared at Professor Yao, he always felt that the smiling face on the professor's face was a bit stiff, and there was an indescribable depression between his eyebrows.

Before he could figure out a more subtle expression, Professor Yao stopped walking by the side of the two young wizards.

Zheng Qing's heart beat violently.

The professor turned his head, blinked his small dark eyes, raised his hand and took off the pipe he was biting in his mouth, and spit out heavy smoke: "Are you going to the library?"