Hunting College

Every Monday morning in class, there is always no shortage of sleepy-eyed students.

In order to continue the cordial and friendly meeting with Zhou Gong and to truly find oneself in peace, the seats in the back row of the classroom have always been very popular.

Of course, if there is a negative class, there will naturally be a positive face.

Among those with a positive attitude in class, although there is no shortage of good students such as Downton, Matthew Cullen, Jiang Yu, and Liu Feifei who are truly ‘early to learn’, there are also speculators such as Shin Banner.

In order to leave a good impression on the dean of Jiuyou College, and to get an excellent evaluation in the transcript of the curse professor, every Monday morning, Fatty Xin will definitely come to the classroom early and sit in the classroom. In the front, use the fullest spirit to show your youthfulness.

However, this morning, the fat man came a little late.

Not only that, he did not sit in the front row seat specially reserved for him by the girls. Instead, holding the book, he slumped listlessly in the second-to-last row of the classroom, squeezing with the'degenerate' boys. Together.

This really surprised many people.

Of course, Fatty Xin cannot be blamed.

After all, he never thought that a cat would come to teach him, nor how to teach a cat to play the role of a good student in class.

After eating the chicken thighs, limited to the agreement reached with Zheng Qing, he could not run around. The fat man who was like a fat cat had no choice but to lie down on the table, squinting his eyes and taking a nap, killing the rest of the leisure time this morning.

Unlike the transformational potion, which is completely reborn from the inside to the outside, the simulacrum is nothing but a decent skin on the outside of the living body.

Any person or animal who has a rough understanding of the person being imitated can become a different look with this ‘suit’.

This kind of illusion is too rough, even inferior to many sophisticated illusions.

But as a prop to fool the teacher in class, as long as it is not noticeable and keeps a low profile, it should be enough.

Maybe.

The young public-sponsored student rubbed the book he was holding, mumbling anxiously, trying his best to restrain his thoughts of driving the fat man in front of him out of the classroom.

Although Duan Xiaojian did not intend to drive Fatty Xin out of the classroom, he very much hoped that this good student with an ‘active’ attitude towards learning in the past would vacate his seat under his butt.

This hunched and thin boy stood pitifully beside the fat seat, shook his arm weakly, and begged: "My brother, haven't you been sitting in the first row all the time? Why are you struggling with us? Grab a place."

Although Orange Cat could understand what he was talking about, he had no plans to get up.

Just kidding, make a seat for you, do you give chicken legs?

The fat man snored, slapped lazily on the desk, ignoring the request from the side. Being shaken hard, it simply turned its head and changed to a more comfortable position on its stomach.

Duan Xiaojian had no choice but to turn his head in one step and three times, and sat in the front row with full of complaints.

At the back of the classroom, Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and gestured to Zhang Jixin next to him with a thumbs up.

If you can hide from a student at such a close distance, you should be able to hide it from a professor at a slightly further distance.

The young public-sponsored student recovered a little self-confidence.

...

Accompanied by the harsh alarm sound of the stick figure villain, the figure of Professor Feng Feng Huo Huo of the Curse Class once again broke into the sight of the freshmen.

"good morning students!"

Old Yao strode up to the podium, waving his hands at everyone, pulling the chair behind the table and sitting down: "Sit down, all sit down..."

"Mr. Morning!" The students in the classroom bowed and sat down while yawning as lightly as possible.

As a senior professor, Lao Yao knew this state very well and was not angry. He just raised his eyelids and scanned the classroom again.

Then he saw Fatty Xin who looked like a big orange.

So he blinked.

Zheng Qing tried to sit up straight, staring intently at the back of the fat man in front of him, praying to Zhoutian God and Buddha from the bottom of his heart, hoping that the professor would not notice this inconspicuous corner.

Old Yao paused, took out the black pipe from his robe, stuffed some golden yellow tobacco into it, and then rubbed the sparks, burning a wisp of blue smoke.

He clicked his mouth and looked with interest at the young public student who was pretending to read the textbooks. He cleared his throat and stretched his voice and said, "I have no energy to say hello...Come on, let me call you names and be sober. ,cheer!"

Roll call? !

Zheng Qing felt awkward instantly.

Although in accordance with the requirements of the teaching rules posted on the back of the classroom door, the teachers who teach in each class need to be named.

But a wizard of the same level as Lao Yao knew how many mosquitoes were in the classroom, not to mention twenty or so large living people. Because of this, in the past, professors rarely performed formal operations such as roll call. Zheng Qing ignored this when he asked Tuantuan for help.

You know Tuantuan can't speak!

The orange cat, who was nodding his head and dozing off, also raised his head instantly, and his chubby ears stood up.

"Ears!" Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, stretched his legs and kicked the fat man's stool in the front row: "That dead fat man can't put his ears up!"

Tuantuan's two ears drooped instantly.

Then it turned its head carefully, squeezed its eyes at Zheng Qing and curled its mouth.

Zheng Qing understands its meaning: I can't speak, you figure it out!

"Downton!" Lao Yao had already opened the roster and named it seriously.

"Here!" Tang Da's squad leader has always been very serious, and now he stood up and agreed formally.

Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao for help, but found that the busy great doctor was flipping through a three-inch-thick dictionary, and tossing about the red form, ignorant of other things beside him.

"Zheng Qing!"

Professor Yao's loud voice interrupted the anxiety of the young public student.

The roll call is unexpectedly fast.

"Here!" Zheng Qing didn't sit down when he answered. Instead, he bit his head and said, "Professor, Xin Banner accidentally took the wrong medicine yesterday... So his throat was hurt, and the doctor told him Don't talk today."

The other students turned around in a huff, all curiously looking at the fat man who took the wrong medicine.

The orange cat is not stage fright, nodding his head calmly around, pointing to his throat.

"Take the wrong medicine!" Professor Yao looked stunned, hurriedly walked off the stage, came to Fatty Xin's side, touched his head, and asked gently: "Does it matter? Is there a sick leave slip from the hospital? need to have a rest?"

Tuantuan squinted his eyes and snored comfortably.

Zheng Qing hurriedly poked it, and smiled dryly and said to the professor: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... small problem... I have to take a good rest today and just don't talk."

Tuantuan sat up straight, nodded solemnly, and opened his mouth with an "Oh".

Zheng Qing couldn't help squeezing a cold sweat.

"Oh, it looks like this!" Lao Yao continued to touch Tuantuan's head in different ways, and said earnestly: "I remember the last time Professor Li of Pharmacy said that you stepped on the pot of flowers in the drug garden. , And then licked the plate for a week... Why are you always so careless? Although all of you are already adults, I know that many of you are leaving home for the first time to live independently, so you usually have to learn Take care!"

Tuantuan was still able to sit upright at first, but as Lao Yao continued to stroke him, he couldn't help but arched onto the table softly and snored happily.

Zheng Qing stood aside and explained dryly: "He took the medicine in the morning, and he probably had some phlegm."

"Well, so do you all." Old Yao glanced at Zheng Qing with a squinting smile. He looked at him with horror, and then added pointedly: "Don't think that you are an adult and dare to do whatever you want. You have to be a little in awe. I’m just lying on the table today, I’ll be lying on the hospital bed tomorrow!"

There was a loud answering sound in the classroom.

Old Yao raised the book of Fa, patted the head of the young public-sponsored student, turned around and walked back to the podium.

Zheng Qing grabbed his head and took a few breaths of air-conditioning, and suddenly saw a fluffy tail from the waist of Fatty Xin in front of him, and hurriedly poked it again.

The tail was instantly taken back by the fat cat.

"Originally, I planned to tell you about the'Yuanchen Guardian Mantra' in this class, but everyone's condition in the morning is not very good... plus some people are sick!" Professor Yao said here, paused, and scanned Zheng Qing and Xin glanced at them and continued: "In this case, let's move the content of this class to Wednesday for now."

"The Guardian of Yuanchen is a very, very important spell. This spell is related to your registration for the wizard exam and the ceremony of your promotion to the witchcraft. So on Wednesday, everyone must be in the best condition to attend the class. Did you understand it? "

"understand!"

"understood!"

"Wow!"

This time, there was a fairly neat response from the audience.

"Then in this class, let's talk about the philosophy of magic."

Although the philosophy of magic is only a school-wide general course ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the professors who teach it are senior professors from the four colleges. This course does not involve specific operations such as specific spells, prescriptions, spells, etc. It is just a simple theoretical course, and the tutorial is relatively simple.

"But professor!" Downton raised his hand abruptly, interrupting the professor's lecture: "What about the others?"

Although he did not explain in more detail, everyone knows the meaning of this question.

The curse class is a small class, and only students from Astronomy 08-1 are in class.

Philosophy of Magic is a big class, and the class includes not only students from Jiuyou College, but also some students from Star College and Alpha College, and even some old students who have retaken majors in their sophomores and juniors.

Therefore, facing Lao Yao's willful adjustment of the class schedule, the class leader said that he was a little troubled: "Do you need to notify the students who are in the philosophy class on Wednesday?"

"In addition, how should I remark on my daily class records..." The squad leader Jiang Yu also raised his hand to express his helplessness.