Hunting College

When Zheng Qing saw Xiao Xiao and others again, it was in the dormitory at 8 or 9 in the evening.

During the interview with the Association of Societies at noon, the ‘knights’ in the groups did not show up, but a few paper cranes flew up to express a certain degree of encouragement to the young public-funded students through paper.

Fortunately, everyone has done a targeted analysis of the various questions raised by the interviewer, and young public-funded students can answer them well, so they don't care about the absence of others.

Because he feels good about himself, Zheng Qing’s heart already believes that his own knights will be established soon. After returning to the dormitory in the afternoon, he can’t wait to start preparations for the knight’s first group building activity-on a large blank sheet of paper that needs to be invited. Guest-He even set his heart to "self-raise" a jade coin for this first team building.

Irina must be invited. When Zheng Qing thought of the Gypsy Witch before she left, she couldn't help showing a smirk on her face.

Jiang Yu, well, as a friend, she also needs to let her know the news.

Other students in the class, such as Nicholas, Liu Feifei, Duan Xiaojian, and other people with better relationships, should invite; students like Matthew Cullen who can't say three sentences in a month, it's just too embarrassing to invite.

There are also Professor Yao, Professor Li, Professor Yi, and assistant professors such as Thomas and Hilda. Whether or not they are here to join in, the invitation must be sent.

Oh, yes, and the old man Verne from the school committee. During the time in the patrol, the old man gave him and Lin Guo a lot of care. It's just that I haven't seen this old man walking his dog by the lake in the past few days. I don't know if he is busy lately.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Qing still listed the old man Verne's name on the white paper, but with a question mark in front of the name. He made up his mind. Tomorrow, after class, he would go to the cabin by the lake. If he met an old man, he would first invite him orally; if the old school worker was not at home, he would let him go.

Until Xiao Xiao came back, the young public-sponsored student maintained such a happy mood, humming a little song, and painting on that huge piece of white paper—he even suspected that someone had poured a little in his breakfast. Fu Ling Ji, otherwise it is impossible for everything to go so smoothly today.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Zheng Qing quickly stuffed the white paper into the drawer, turned and waved, and called the orange cat into his arms.

The hinges behind the door made a clicking noise, and the bronze mirror hanging on the ceiling seemed to have received some message, and it began to slowly rotate, aiming the bright mirror at the door—this bronze mirror was still in the sand some time ago. Dylan hung it up while tossing on the campus. Although the rumors were over, no one thought of taking it off again and using it as a small decoration.

Soon, the dormitory door was opened.

Xiao Xiao opened the door, habitually covering his eyes to block the dazzling light from the bronze mirror above his head.

"Oh, our great doctor is finally back." Zheng Qing slumped in the large seat, holding the orange cat in his arms, and gave a weird smile to Xiao Xiao who had just entered the door.

Then he noticed several figures behind Xiao Xiao, and could not help raising his eyebrows.

"When can you take off the broken mirror!" Zhang Jixin forgot to cover his eyes when he entered the door, complaining repeatedly.

The young public student ignored him.

"Very well...very well, all the ones that should be here are here." He sat up a little, piled the fat cat in his arms on top of his head, and at the same time stretched out his hand to arrange a neat row of talisman on the desk: "So, let Let’s sort through what happened today... Do you have anything to defend?"

Zheng Qing felt that he had to talk about the betrayals repeated by these guys this morning.

Suppressing symbols, binding symbols, soft leg symbols, five-color symbols, five-note symbols, etc.

The bright red cinnabar glowed red in the dimly-lit dormitory, and the orange cats screamed in response to the occasion, adding to a certain horror atmosphere.

These little but very troublesome little talismans were drawn by the young public-sponsored students during the gap before dinner. Of course, those precious standard talismans that can be exchanged for money, Zheng Qing had already stuffed them into his own gray cloth bag. Here, those on the desk are all inferior talisman.

Even if it is just a low-quality talisman, it is enough to toss these souls.

Zheng Qing gave a grim smile to the guys who had just entered the door.

But it was beyond his expectation.

Neither Xiao Xiao, Fatty Xin, nor Zhang Jixin expressed an expression of ‘fear and trembling’ towards his straightforward threat.

This makes him a little bit unhappy-the script is not like this, how can he play cards in an uneasy way?

"The application failed." Xiao Xiao raised a thick kraft paper envelope in his hand and told Zheng Qing with a frustrated expression and tone of very bad news: "When I just came back from the library, I stopped by the Office of the Social Union Circle...their review results have come out."

"Impossible!" The young public student yelled, jumped up from the chair, and reached out to grab the yellow-brown envelope.

The fat cat lying on top of his head didn't notice for a while and almost fell. This made it very dissatisfied, and he lifted the thick pads and patted the young wizard's head a few times.

Zheng Qing didn't care about the fat cat's bad temper. In fact, Zheng Qing's mood was even worse under the big ups and downs. He even forgot to formulate a'torture plan' for several souls half an hour ago, and did not notice Fatty Xin carefully sweeping the pile of inferior talisman on the desk into his pocket while he was not paying attention.

The envelope is not big, but it seems to be stuffed with a lot of stuff, and it feels a little bulging to the touch.

The upper left corner of the cover is printed with "She Han 111" in red Song typeface, and in the center is written with black brush writing "The First University Association's Reply on (Zheng Qing) Application for Forming an Association".

A red wax seal is poked on the back of the envelope, with the logo of the Association of Societies with an S in the diamond shape.

"So formal." Zheng Qing muttered, tearing open the envelope.

A slightly yellowed card fell into the hands of the young public student following the tilt of the envelope. He tilted his head and swept the white fluorescent lamp above his head in a glance.

"Dear Zheng Qing:

Your application for the formation of the (Knights of Euphoria) Society submitted on October 6 has been received.

According to Article 13 Paragraph 2 of the "First University Campus Management Regulations" and Article 5, Paragraph 8 of the "Administrative Measures of the First University Association", the (name of association) you applied for violated (public order and good customs) ), it is not approved. The relevant regulations have been sent to you.

You can resubmit the application after 30 calendar days.

If you have any objections, please file for reconsideration within seven natural days.

Sincerely,

The Standing Council of the First Association of University Societies at 18:25 pm on October 8"

Zheng Qing rubbed his eyes and read the content on the card again.

correct.

The ‘organizations’, such as the Student Union or the Social Federation, have always used this kind of superior, seemingly formal, but in fact nonsense official document format.

Even with a piece of paper, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to smell the stench from the fat-headed campus bureaucrats of the Federation of Associations.

He tilted the brown paper envelope in his hand again.

Stacks of thick, bulging documents finally broke through the shackles of the envelope and fell out.

Zheng Qing opened these stacks of documents ~www.wuxiaspot.com~The First University Campus Management Regulations, the First University Association Management Measures, these big bold words look particularly dazzling.

"The good news is that due to certain force majeure factors, this year's moon hunting will be postponed for a week as a whole." Xiao Xiao noticed that the young public-funded student raised his head and immediately added: "This is what Mr. Zhang from the library told me, Professor The resolution just issued in the afternoon of the joint meeting...It is estimated that this news will spread throughout the school tomorrow morning."

"In other words, we still have a chance." Fatty Xin didn't know when he had fallen back on his large bed.

The orange cat that was lying on Zheng Qing's head weighed it for a while, and finally jumped, leaving the young public student's head, and jumping back to Fatty Xin's belly.

For it, a warm and comfortable belly is obviously more suitable for a nap.

"All souls!"

Zheng Qing scolded angrily and threw the envelope in his hand on the desk. I don't know if it is these unscrupulous companions in front of him, the official cadres of the Association of Societies, or the fat cat lying on the fat belly and licking paws.