Hunting College

The topic of Qixi Festival was overwhelmed by the more and more enthusiastic atmosphere after entering the campus.

After all, there is a limit to ridicule. Obviously, the companions have seen Zheng Qing's low mood and absent-mindedness, so they changed the subject by appointment and moved to the evening class meeting.

One of the most heated topics is whether Lao Yao will appear in tonight's class meeting.

"Didn't Downton talk about it during the last class meeting? Professor Yao will show up." Zhang Jixin was a bit disapproving of the debate among his peers.

"It's not necessarily." Fatty Xin shook the thick pile of newspapers in his hand, slamming. He just got it when he passed the newsstand on the pedestrian street.

"what?"

The eyes of several other young wizards were immediately attracted.

"A few days ago, well, on the day we started the trial, the First University investigated and dealt with a secret laboratory in the depths of the Silent Forest."

Having said that, the fat wizard cleared his throat and said in a serious tone: "Out of control research, out of control education, out of control school... This is a front page article written by Ms. Pulitzer for the Beta Town Post."

"I can think of the fineness of her article with my toes." Zheng Qing muttered, grabbed the edamame that suddenly jumped under his feet, hugged it in his arms, and scratched its ears.

The grey dog ​​meowed comfortably.

Lin Guo was immediately attracted by this unique dog, and leaned over to play two of them. Seeing that he was interested, Zheng Qing simply stuffed the edamame into Lin Guo's arms to prevent him from feeling bored.

"The Beta Town Post can be regarded as an influential newspaper after all. Although the selected articles have a certain tendency, they can still be called'moderately satisfactory'."

Fatty Xin shook his head and shook his hand out of another newspaper: "Like this, the article by the special correspondent Eddie of the Clarion Daily-The undead of the mountain whistling the tsunami-talks about the use of their identities by the professors in the first university. Advantages, to trick innocent wizards into conducting illegal human experiments, all kinds of "guess" should be, maybe, roughly Every student has a big herringbone scar on his chest in the college of witchcraft and anti-planing school run by the black wizard."

"I can prove that you are still alive." Zheng Qing raised three fingers and said to the fat wizard solemnly.

"It's hard for me to prove myself." Dylan sighed sadly.

The fat wizard gave them a sideways look.

"No, no, you didn't understand what I meant to express." As he said, he put away the daily horn newspaper, stuffed it into the deepest part of the stack of newspapers, then spoke slowly, and continued:

"... Generally speaking, the purpose of our newspapers is to cause a sensation first, to sensationalize, not to pursue the truth. Only when the two seem to match, the pursuit of the truth may be taken into consideration. Newspapers that only publish ordinary opinions. It’s not trusted by the public—no matter how well-founded its insights are—in the eyes of the public, only distinctive acrimony is considered profound."

"Wow, that sounds good, there is a distinctive acrimony feeling." Zheng Qing sighed.

The fat man glanced at him: "I didn't say this, it was Allan Poe."

"So, what does this have to do with whether Professor Yao comes to class at night?" The red-faced wizard finally couldn't hold it back, anxiously interrupting the chat of his companions.

He has always been impatient to discuss such a topic that sounds boring.

"Oh, digress...Look at this, the school newspaper article."

With that said, the fat wizard pulled out another newspaper:

"The follow-up handling of the raid by the school is published above... The content is the old one. Probably it is to strengthen the school spirit and school-level construction, consolidate the moral bottom line of the teaching and research staff, pay close attention to the implementation of the "Wizard Code", and improve the registered wizards and school teaching. Employees’ awareness of experimental compliance, etc."

"The last paragraph of the article mentioned that on August 31, that is today, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the 20090831st meeting of the Joint Professors’ Conference was held in the large conference room of the office building. A further review of the raid will be conducted. Professor Yao Xiaomi, Dean of Jiuyou Academy and legendary wizard, presided over..."

Zhang Jixin finally caught up with Fatty Xin's rhythm, spoke again, and interrupted: "You mean that Professor Yao might not be able to participate in our class meeting because of presiding over this meeting?"

"This is a very reasonable speculation." The fat man rolled up the newspaper in his hand, put it in his arms, and shrugged.

...

...

Xin's conjecture will eventually take time to verify.

After several young wizards from the Youxin Hunting Team parted ways on campus, Zhang Jixin went to the office building and asked his brother who had just served as Lei Zhe to inquire about the news; Linguo reluctantly returned the edamame to Zheng Qing and returned to Alpha Castle.

The remaining three wizards did not have any interest in wandering, and went straight back to the 403 dormitory. They pulled up the curtains, drapes and coffin panels, and fell asleep.

The seven-day trial made everyone physically and mentally exhausted.

Although the school in the trial field also gives these young people appropriate rest time, it is like a long journey by train alone. Even if they are sitting all the time, the small seats and depressing environment will be physically and mentally exhausting.

Zheng Qing sleeps from morning to afternoon as soon as he sleeps.

He was awakened by a slight rustling sound.

Opened his eyes in a daze, beside the pillow, the group of elves belonging to him were piled up and down, arm in arm, wrapped in translucent wings, sleeping in a mess.

Zheng Qing leaned sideways cautiously, lest he awakened these sleeping little guys. Raising his hand to raise the curtain, the light in the dormitory is extremely dark, which is very suitable for continuing to sleep.

The wizard squinted his eyes ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and soon adapted to the dim environment.

Then he found the source of the rustling noise-Fatty Xin was hiding in his bed to eat, squatting on Fatty's pillow, chewing the jerky in his mouth, and snore comfortably. And edamame, with his tongue out, standing eagerly under the fat man's bed, his tail turning like a windmill.

From time to time, a small piece of dried meat was thrown from the bed, and there would be a little more inconspicuous chirp in the rustling noise in the room.

The chirp stopped abruptly at the same time Zheng Qing lifted the curtain. Edamame hurried towards Zheng Qing like a gust of wind, his tail turning happily.

The wizard hurriedly put his fingers up and hissed silently, motioning him to shut up.

The dog chuckled his tongue and sat on the side wisely, but after a second, he couldn't help turning his head and looked at a certain scented bed in the distance.

"Wake up?" The fat wizard finally noticed the movement in this corner and asked vaguely.

"Well," Zheng Qing snorted, feeling that his mouth was dry. After a while, he asked: "What time is it? Where is Dylan? Has Xiao Xiao come back?"