Hunting College

"At the moment, the specific news about the battle of the black prison is only spread vaguely in a small area. I guess some big guys in the school or the alliance shot and pressed, lest we are three or two big cats and kittens The hyenas outside eat thoroughly...otherwise, what our hunting team has seen and heard on the battlefield of the black prison, as well as the experience of participating in large-scale battles and exploring different worlds, will be enough to make Yougui the most dazzling new season of this year. The star hunting team."

"Even so, as long as someone with a heart-such as Lin Yan-is willing to inquire, these news are not conservative and strict. Just like a flood dragon floating in a sea of ​​clouds, there will always be a scale and half of its claws exposed."

"So you want to sell You Sin, it's definitely not a trivial matter."

Listening to Xiao Xiao's analysis, Zheng Qing subconsciously imagined the **** scene of a group of hyenas swarming up on the African grasslands, dragging a buffalo down, fucking, and pulling out of the intestines. He couldn't help but fight a cold war and shook his head again and again.

"Not so exaggerated, not so exaggerated."

The young public-sponsored student comforted himself, but knew from the bottom of his heart that what the doctor said was not an exaggeration. His eyes fell on the paper cranes circling around, and he suddenly became more melancholy: "You are the fortuneteller of guilt, and you are also responsible for a lot of management of guilt. ......The job of replying to the letter is also yours!"

Xiao Xiao did not refuse, but was very interested in catching a pink paper crane from Zheng Qing's shoulders-it was just squeezed by a few larger paper cranes and fell down in the air-but still Before he opened it, the pink paper crane began to struggle desperately, and there was a tendency to smoke and ignite spontaneously, forcing Dr. Xiao to immediately let go.

"What other letters do you want to answer?" He turned to look at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing took the pink paper crane from him. After sensing Zheng Qing's breath, the pink paper crane immediately recovered his calmness, and held up his wings to signal that the wizard could take it down.

While opening the letter, Zheng Qing briefly summed up: "Many...For example, a letter from the Federation of Associations reminds us that if we want to sell Youxin, we need to meet a series of preconditions-such as issuing an announcement and providing a vote for the entire Knights of Youxin. As a result, amending the constitution of the association, confirming the members of the hunting team, etc.-so we have to write back to tell the Association that you will not be sold."

"For another example, the hunting team sent a letter to the ruling, hoping to acquire Yougui with a slightly lower premium than Lin Yan. Of course, they also offered to accept the transfer of no less than three major hunters of Yougui to enter the adjudication... I want to sell You Sin. Not only can I make money, but I can also enter a higher-level hunting team."

"There are also letters from a few people who don’t know-from our college-threatening to curse me with the most vicious curse if I sell You Sin to the Alpha people. Is this a physical threat? But I feel I went to the school to complain for just a few words, and it seemed a bit embarrassing... I need to think about how to teach them with words in a serious and decent manner."

While talking, the young public-sponsored student finally unfolded the little pink paper crane and read it. Then only a few seconds later, his face flushed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What did this letter say?" Dr. Xiao Da stood on tiptoe and leaned over very curiously.

The young public-sponsored student crumpled the pink letter paper into a ball with lightning speed, and raised it high, yelling rather anxiously: "How can you just read other people's letters?"

Changing his face so quickly was something Xiao Xiao didn't expect. He was stunned, and then he didn't answer in a good mood: "It's you who asked me to answer your letter for you!"

"Then you can't just read what you believe!" Zheng Qing swiftly rolled the crumpled paper ball into a fine dust, and gave the doctor a very unassuming look.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him thoughtfully.

"Whatever."

He helped his glasses and looked defeated by reality: "In the new semester, new classmates, new stories... and you can always go back to the old road. I hope you can hide in front of Jiang Da's squad leader so easily."

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The paper cranes, who consulted on the sale of the Yougui Hunting Team, still popped out of the void from time to time at the regular class meeting on Sunday night and fell on Zheng Qing's shoulders.

And Zheng Qing can already guess the origin of those paper cranes.

For example, the paper cranes folded out of monochromatic mulberry paper basically carry the concern of friends; while the paper cranes made of gorgeous gold and silver paper belong to the large clubs or chambers of commerce that do not need money; there are also the school and the student union. The paper cranes were all folded squarely and in a satisfactory manner, and even the eyes of the paper cranes were not skewed.

As for the pink confession letter, Zheng Qing vowed that he only received one. But whenever he emphasized this way, Xiao Xiao always looked at him suspiciously, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"Do you know that you owe you a lot of laughter like that?"

Zheng Qing counted the words in his trial report, while shaking his sore wrist angrily-because there were so many letters in the weekend that the trial report that should be handed in before the regular meeting was just finished. ——With the shaking, the tip of the quill in the hand flew immediately

Go out a bunch of pretty little ink drops ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and hit the edge of the parchment report in front of him.

This makes the boys increasingly annoyed.

"Perhaps." Xiao Xiao propped his chin with one hand, while lazily flipping through the notebook in front of him, as if he was humming the answer through his nose.

"Make up homework! Distracted! Nodding off!"

"All pay a little attention!"

On the podium, Professor Yao grabbed the pipe and struck it twice on the podium. It rattled and immediately attracted the attention of the students in the hall again.

Zheng Qing clearly felt the professor's gaze on him, and he was awe-inspiring. He immediately sat upright, and at the same time quietly moved the parchment report under his elbow.

This is the third regular meeting he has held in more than half a month-the first time before the trial begins, the second time after the trial ends before the official start of school, and then this time, the end of the first week of school, and the third time.

Lao Yao has spoken countless times about "study hard and make progress every day", so he seemed a bit tired at the meeting today. After briefly commenting on the feedback from the professors of various subjects this week, he emphatically reminded everyone to pay attention to the "close". The heart ``Summer vacation is over'' the junior year is right in front of you in a blink of an eye, and the students who listened directly to the hall were drowsy.

At this moment, after being awakened by the sound of knocking on the table, everyone cheered up and opened their eyes, thinking that Lao Yao was going to talk about something important.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, it was still an old-fashioned safety issue-laboratory safety, safety during spell practice, safety when walking by Linzhong Lake, safety when dealing with murlocs or other magical creatures, and so on.

But soon, old Yao spoke up and talked about some complaints the school had received recently.