Hunting College

"You (you) Crime Knights...Is anyone opposed?"

Zheng Qing waved the quill in his hand and paused for a moment on every figure in the room.

Everyone nodded hard, lest there be any repetition in this matter.

"No one objected, I'll just write it down!" As he said, he picked up the red application form from the bed, hesitated for a few seconds, finally climbed out of the bed, pulled his shoes against the desk, and fainted. Inkstone.

He felt that writing brush writing on the application form would be more formal.

Maybe the censor of the Federation of Societies will see that they put some water on their beautiful lower letters.

Just like writing essays in high school, my beautiful calligraphy can always get some premium curls from the teacher every time.

"The name of the team is approved!"

"Time-consuming..." Zheng Qing said. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, shook open the cover, glanced at the position of the hour and minute hands, and exclaimed, "It's almost one o'clock!"

"What do you think?" Fatty Xin sighed, rubbed his chubby belly, and hummed feebly: "I feel hungry again..."

"Me too, I'm very sleepy." Dylan's lazy voice sounded in the coffin, as if snoring: "Your big noon is equivalent to most of my night... It's the time for beauty sleep."

"Cheer up!" Zhang Jixin knocked on the table violently, and roared: "Don't sigh like a little lady all day..."

"I think you have any prejudice against witches?" Ling Guo opened his eyes wide and looked at the red-faced boy seriously.

"Next topic!"

Zheng Qing hammered the desk hard, pulling everyone's attention back, and then looking at the blanks on the application form, he cleared his throat and shouted: "Identify the association charter and recommend the person in charge of the association."

"What is this charter?" He turned his head and looked at Dr. Xiao Da who was struggling to write in his notebook.

"The association charter refers to the basic documents of the association's organizational structure, management system, scope of work, etc., formulated in accordance with the "First University Management Regulations" and other school-related regulations and systems... These documents must be prepared in quadruplicate. One is kept by himself, the other is archived by the Federation of Societies, and the remaining two are the joint meetings of Shanghai Jiaotong University Working Committee and professors as reports." Xiao Xiao answered without lifting his head:

"Oh, yes, because these articles of association are necessary documents to establish a contract for the establishment of a society, the wording and sentence in them must comply with relevant standards... Otherwise, it is yourself that suffers. I remember a document in the Shushan Pavilion mentioned that, There was once a small society that did not carefully review its articles of association when it was formed, which prevented all members of the society from graduating from school.

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"Why?" Linguo asked curiously.

"They wrote in the articles of association that when a team loses points, the club points will be deducted first. If the club points are insufficient, the share will be distributed equally according to the number of club members, and one credit will be deducted from 0.1 club points... '" Xiao Xiao raised his head, helped his glasses, shook his head and sighed: "This was originally a special speech technique for those large associations. As a small association with less than ten people, their abilities are very limited... in the senior year. According to statistics, the entire society has lost nearly 100 points, which means that every member of the society will be deducted nearly 100 credits!"

Zheng Qing gasped.

"What is a team competition?" he asked hurriedly.

"Friendly competitions between societies arranged by the Association of Associations...Of course, the competition is the first, and friendship is the second." Xiao Xiao explained: "Including but not limited to competitions in subjects such as spells, potions, and talisman, and practice. In some competitions...For example, in this school hunting club, some clubs will form their own hunting teams to participate in related hunting activities. This is also part of the team competition..."

"I know this!" Zhang Jixin suddenly appeared a little bit stunned: "My brother said that if the hunting team formed by the club wins the game against the college hunting team, it can get more weighted points... For example, the same game, The college hunting team gets one point for winning, and the club hunting team can get three times that is three points. But because the team hunting team is too weak, they always lose, always lose..."

"It's no wonder that the people in that small club failed to graduate." The young public-sponsored student, with lingering fears, raised his head to look at the fat man across the desk and asked tentatively: "Why..."

"Let's forget it... let it go, let it all go away!" The fat man clapped his hands again and again, and took Zheng Qing's words: "Listening to the example given by the doctor, they are exactly the same as ours. They are all small groups of less than ten people. Very limited..."

"In case I can't graduate on time, my brother will break my leg." Zhang Jixin also looked a little uneasy.

Xiao Xiao didn't speak, but looked at a few people around the desk with mocking eyes.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Bang!" A loud noise rang in his ears.

He turned his head, and Lin Guo pressed his fists on the desk, stood up, his face flushed red, and said loudly, "How can you retire? There are so many small clubs in the school, why can't their members graduate? ...The Knights are starting to charge, you can't dismount at will! ...This is absolutely not allowed!"

Blue Tit did not speak, but reached out his hand approvingly, pressed it on Linguo's head again, and rubbed it.

"Not as good as a child..." A faint sigh came from the coffin.

Fatty Xin's chubby cheeks turned pink.

Zhang Jixin's red face also began to turn purple.

Zheng Qing felt that his throat was a little tight. He cleared his throat and tried to remedy: "I mean... now there is less than an hour before class in the afternoon. We don't have enough time to prepare a complete copy. , There is no wrong association charter... I believe you don’t want to repeat the reckless mistake of that small association."

This is indeed a seemingly unsolvable problem.

"The constitution of the association? I'm ready." Xiao Xiao pulled out a file bag from his notebook compartment like a magic trick, grabbed it in his hand and shook: "I even prepared quadruplicate... Of course, if If you don't want to form this society, I can throw these materials into the trash."

Several people at the desk took the paper bag in shock and took out the information inside.

"You... when are you..." Zheng Qing asked eagerly, and quickly flipped through the files in his hands. The pure white A4 printing paper has more than 30 pages before and after, and each page has densely packed terms on both sides, which looks dizzying.

"Last night ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ when I returned to the dormitory from the school hospital, I took the time to visit the Shushan Pavilion... This morning I found some senior staff from the Social Union to advise." Dr. Xiao took off his glasses, Rubbing his eyes nonchalantly, he shook his head and added: "It only takes some time, it's not a difficult task."

"So, didn't you go on a date yesterday?" Dylan suddenly emerged from the coffin, with a trace of regret on his face: "I bet the fat man yesterday that you are on the journey of becoming a real man... He also thinks that you have pushed down Mr. Sima."

"Nonsense!" Xiao Xiao was anxious: "I just sorted out the materials for you in the study room!"

"This is the reason why you didn't return all night yesterday?!" Fatty Xin showed a face of sudden realization, and then angrily said: "Can't you fly a paper crane? If you knew you were in the library, you wouldn't let that fat man today. The cat went to class for me...it was a disaster!"

As soon as the voice fell, a fluffy cat's claw landed on Fatty's shoulder.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Self-inflicted." The young government-sponsored muttered, gloating at the fat man and the fat cat in a ball.

"If you are finished, then we will continue this plenary meeting!" Standing among a group of adults, Ling Guo unceremoniously grabbed the right to preside over the meeting.

At the same time, he looked at the fat man who was torn with the fat cat contemptuously, and muttered in a voice that anyone could hear: "I'm still familiar with cats...too naive.

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"What's the next topic?" The little wizard looked at Xiao Xiao's notebook.

"Here, here." Zheng Qing smiled and passed the red application form in his hand: "I recommend the person in charge of the club."

"The person in charge of the club?" Lin Guo was stunned, and then showed a hint of excitement: "Is it the election of the leader?!"