Hunting College

"Now we recommend the leader of the'Knights of You Sin'... Does anyone recommend themselves?"

Zheng Qing yelled, knocking on the table.

Fatty Xin, who was torn with the orange cat, finally stopped.

"Abstain!" The fat man pinched the fat cat's forelegs, tried to stay away from its open paws, and shouted out of breath: "I abstained... the news agency boss said, he will take me out to work next week... you guys Most of the time I should not be able to find my shadow... You dead cat looses its claws!!"

While he was talking, the orange cat shrank his bones, slid out of the fat man’s fingers, landed on the desk, took advantage of the momentum, and jumped over the top of the fat man’s head, opened his two front paws, fiercely bowed left and right. .

Zheng Qing shrugged, ignoring the wailing fat man, and turned his eyes to the blue bird next to him.

"Abstain." Lan Que indifferently refused, as if he didn't even move his lips.

Zheng Qing tilted his head to express understanding.

For a man who speaks less than ten words a day, it is indeed not suitable to be the head of the club.

"I recommend myself! I recommend myself!" Ling Guo raised his arms high and jumped around the desk, shouting loudly: "I nominated myself...I want to be the team leader! I can write you a campaign outline! "

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and did not answer immediately.

He found that since being familiar with it, Lin Guo has transformed from the original image of ‘small but reliable’ to another appearance of ‘reliable, but a bit out of it’.

I don't know if it was a sequelae caused by his strange timeline.

"Quiet." The blue bird pressed Linguo's head to stop his noisy behavior.

As if feeling the restless restlessness between his palms, the starry sky student, who is used to cold faces, explained for the first time: "You are still a child... you just need to study hard."

Hearing these words, although Lin Guo's expression was still a little dissatisfied, he obediently closed her mouth and stopped struggling.

"Minors cannot sign a contract with magical effect...This is one of the basic principles of all magic contracts within the wizarding alliance, used to avoid all kinds of evil acts such as child labor and child trafficking." Xiao Xiao's head was buried. In his notebook, the voice seemed weak: "That is to say, Lin Guo's eligibility to participate in the election was naturally rejected-because the leader of the society needs to leave a mark on the contract of the social union... In addition, I also abstained."

"Why did you abstain?!" Zheng Qing sighed deeply, looked at the watermelon head buried in the notebook, maliciously wondering if his soul was slowly being swallowed by that notebook.

"No time to.

Xiao Xiao gave a dry answer, but in the end he refused to explain in detail.

"There is no time, no time... Only the dead have no time." Zheng Qing muttered, gradually feeling a little impatient.

"Hey, how did I hear discriminatory language!" Dylan put his head on the edge of the coffin, bared his mouth, showing two small, white fangs, and protested: "Isn't the time for dead people time? Why do you say that the dead have no time!"

"You know what I didn't mean... this is just a metaphor." Zheng Qing turned around, looking helpless.

He found that since coming to this school, he needs to face more and more of the troubles that were originally trivial but have now been raised to the legal and moral level.

"No need to explain... I also abstained." Dylan's head slowly slipped from the edge of the coffin and disappeared gradually, leaving only a faint sigh floating out of the shadow: "In view of the difference in our work and rest time, I want to come to you I don’t want a guy who stays in the shadows all day long to give you advice in the sun... What's more, as an 1800-year-old man, I need the rest of the soul... I have lost the passion for life. Forget the taste of dreams, Asi Barmen."

Zheng Qing forcibly suppressed his desire to complain, turned his stiff neck, and looked at the last candidate in the dormitory.

"I also abstained!" Zhang Jixin immediately raised his hand, his square wrinkled into an oval shape: "Although I am still alive, I really don't have time... Before going to school, my family arranged a series of intensive training for my elder brother. Supervision... If I didn't go to class one day, my brother must have broken my leg."

What he said was so miserable that Zheng Qing couldn't say anything to ask him to do something.

"Although no one took the initiative to ask for it, but because this is a necessary process, we will vote by secret ballot below..." The young public-sponsored student held his chin in his voice, and his voice looked a little frustrated: "Team leader is a must.

But when everyone turned their faces to him, he was shocked and noticed some unpleasant atmosphere.

"You don't have the task of the Student Union." Zhang Jixin squeezed his chin and nodded to Zheng Qing.

"You haven't joined any clubs in the school." Fatty Xin moved away the cat's face in front of him and looked up with a smirk.

"I am an adult." Linguo curled his lips dry.

"Still young." Dylan sighed sadly.

"And everyone knows you better." Xiao Xiao knocked on the table and helped his glasses: "It's such a happy decision."

What decided!

What was decided? !

What a pleasure! ! !

He obviously didn't ask my opinion!

Zheng Qing jumped up from his chair like a ball with only blasted hair and shouted, "This is not fair!"

"There is no fairness or unfairness in the world.

"Zhang Jixin stretched out his arm and patted him comfortably on the shoulder.

The young government-funded growth sighed, and suddenly fell silent.

He squinted his eyes and smiled: "In this case, I want to exercise the power of the group leader... Order No. 1: Designate Xiao Xiao to take over as the group leader in one minute."

"So, you agree." Xiao Xiao grabbed the red application form in front of Lin Guo, wrote Zheng Qing's name on it, and confirmed: "So, this agenda is over... Well, let me see, later I have basically completed the literary work. So, today’s plenary meeting is over. I will send the application form to the Association of Societies as soon as possible. There will be relevant conclusions about Wednesday... Head Zheng, do you remember that time? Go to the Office of the Social Council to sign and draw."

"Wow!" Prolonged applause and whistles sounded in the dormitory.

There was a strange voice in between.

"Pause! Pause!" Zheng Qing knocked **** the table, trying to control the rhythm of the venue.

But everyone’s attention has obviously turned to other areas: Fatty Xin began to pack up the paper, ink, pen and inkstone needed for the afternoon talisman class, Zhang Jixin and Lin Guo continued their unfinished game of chess, and Dylan after the curtain was even more It was quietly pulling the lid of his coffin, and silently activated the sleep program.

"Didn't I just issue the order?" Zheng Qing looked at the doctor with a puzzled expression: "Are you the second commander?!"

"The head of the club needs to be elected by all the members of the club," Xiao Xiao glanced at him and replied dryly: "You have no right to act on behalf of the resolutions of all members of the club~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then I can give up this automatically. Position?"

"You have no right to veto the resolution of the general assembly."

"Neither does this, nor does that work, this team leader is used for a ghost!" Zheng Qing was indignant.

There was a warning knock in Dylan's coffin.

"Sorry! I didn't mean that..." Zheng Qing apologized feebly.

"Your work content is very rich," Xiao Xiao opened the notebook and pointed to the above paragraph and read: "You need to contact the school for related registration matters; contact the school affairs to make an appointment for the team building site; you need to prepare cold drinks and snacks for everyone ; It is necessary to communicate with some professors and conduct some special training for our club... Of course, if the club subsequently forms a hunting team, you will automatically become the hunting team leader, which is also a benefit.

"

"Fart benefits." Zheng Qing is still a little frustrated: "I don't even know how many people in the hunting team... And, it costs money to prepare snacks! Will you pay the group fee?"

"Ah! It's half past one, I'm going to class!" Ling Guo suddenly exclaimed, grabbed the schoolbag by the table, and ran away.

The blue **** followed him silently.

"I'll take a seat for you!" Fatty Xin threw the fat cat on the bed and bounced to the door.

Zheng Qing never knew that a fat man would be so agile.

"And me, I will help to occupy a seat." Zhang Jixin smiled, and followed suit.

Zheng Qing grabbed Xiao Xiao's robe and sighed softly, "Fortunately, grab one."

Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and spread his hand in front of Zheng Qing: "Consultation fees... and labor costs from last night to the present, as well as the use of materials to organize and prepare materials... Credits or jade coins?"

Zheng Qing shook his hand, so she didn't fall to the ground.