Hunting College

"What is public order and good customs?"

Lin Guo's curious voice sounded in the dormitory.

No one answered his question.

Even Xiao Xiao hesitated, rubbing his notebook without making a sound.

Zheng Qing kept his face dark, and silently opened the details of the regulations enclosed with the letter, carefully distinguishing the meaning between the lines. But after studying for a long time, there is still no point.

"The name of the society...Public order and good customs..." Zhang Jixin mumbled, reading the words on the small card over and over again, puzzling: "I never knew that'Knights' or'Knights' involve public order and good customs."

"It must have nothing to do with the'Knights'." Fatty Xin said affirmatively: "I remember that there are several societies with the knights suffix in the school... such as the Guardian Knights of Atlas, and the Cossack Knights of the Star Academy. , Aren’t these all knights."

"There shouldn't be a problem with'you sin'," Zhang Jixin guessed endlessly: "Could it be that'forgiveness of sins' is the power of the gods, so it conflicts with the beliefs of Atlas?"

"Did the person reviewing the report something went wrong and sent us a wrong letter?" Ling Guo whispered.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head, revealing a clear understanding.

Zheng Qing was keenly aware of the doctor's abnormality and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Why, do you think it is the people from the Federation of Associations that made a mistake?"

"No," Xiao Xiao shook his head, hesitatingly said: "Maybe it's just a coincidence... When I went to the office to get the receipt, the one who gave me the envelope was an Atlas College student... although not yet He has a beard, but he wears a black pointed top hat and a coarse robe...I guess he should be an Amish, maybe he has revised our review report."

"Amish?! If it were them, there is indeed such a possibility... You know, they are some fanatical diehard wizards." Zhang Jixin seemed to have a sudden realization, and turned his head to look at Fat Xin: "It's your compatriot. Huh, what do you think?"

"The highlanders are not pure Germans." Fatty Xin corrected his face without worry: "Their accent is not like any lowland riverside person."

"Oh, I almost forgot this." Zhang Jixin smiled apologetically: "You are on the Rhine."

"What do you mean is that he tampered with the conclusion privately?" Zheng Qing was a little unbelievable: "This is the official document of the school...what good is it for him to do this?!"

"Benefits? Don't try to use normal logic to try to figure out the thinking of a fanatic." Fatty Xin's tone was a little bit harsh: "As an extreme old sect that will continue to split due to the width of the hat, the color of the wand, and the material of the broomstick, if its It is entirely possible for a certain believer to impulsively do something irrational because of the name of our society."

Zheng Qing is still at a loss.

He had to turn his head again to look at Dr. Xiao Da.

"The Amish are a group of Protestant Anabaptist Mennonites who originally belonged to Germanic Highlanders... a very closed and very old-fashioned community. You can understand them as standard diehard wizards."

Xiao Xiao opened his notebook and explained patiently:

"After the formal baptism, the Amish cannot smoke, drink, or covet to enjoy. They do not participate in the development of new worlds, and they do not accept modern magic theories including dimensional theory... Most of the minor wizards in this group are even Will refuse to participate in elementary or intermediate magic education."

"Most of the time, they wear coarse black robes and top hats with a pointed top and wide brim. They make a living by mixing ancient potions in the fixed magic towers."

"'You must come out of them, separate from them, don't touch unclean things, I will accept you'...Don't let the world around you shape you."

"Can you believe that their wizards still use magic wands?"

Zheng Qing shrugged and spread his hands.

He really can't imagine this kind of thing-to be precise, he has no idea about it.

"In other words, we don't need to meet again to discuss the new club name, right." The young public-sponsored student was relieved. He did not continue to discuss the Amish people’s interest in living habits and turned his attention back to It fell on the card in the confederation receipt: "The audit report says that we can file a reconsideration within seven natural days... This is an opportunity."

"This is not an opportunity, this is the only way out." Xiao Xiao emphasized: "We don't have time to wait a month to resubmit the new club application, so this reconsideration is whether we can successfully squeeze into this school hunting club. The only way out."

"I still don't understand," Linguo's voice looked a little frustrated: "He... that Amish, why did he revise our review report?"

"This is just a guess, although the credibility is high, but no conclusion is reached." Fatty Xin corrected the error in Lin Guo's statement, and then explained: "As for the reason for the modification, he has already stated very clearly in the report. It... violates public order and good customs."

"To understand Amish people, you need to know their fear of pride and admiration of humility," Xiao Xiao casually flipped through his notebook and shook his head: "Compared with personal will, they are more Tendency to obey God's will... This means that any behavior that offends God's authority will be subject to their'non-violence and non-cooperation'."

"It sounds like a very moderate group." Zheng Qing touched the meaning, looked at the wax seal on the kraft paper envelope with interest, and muttered: "It's just a more traditional culture."

"Tradition? No, no, it's not tradition, it's more like grandstanding." Xiao Xiao clasped his notebook, held up his glasses, and commented sharply: "In the past, they insisted on tradition because the society was too loose and the tradition was maintained. It is the stability of the society. Now society has a broad and solid way of maintaining it. They stick to the traditions just to make themselves different."

"Fortunately, Master Shi Yuan is not here today...we don't have Atlas people here." Zhang Jixin showed a horrified look: "Otherwise, your words could easily lead to bloodshed between the two colleges..."

"It's a bit esoteric and can't keep up with the rhythm." Zheng Qing squeezed onto Fatty Xin's bed, scratched Tuantuan's chin, listening to its purring, showing a pleasant expression.

"In a socially attributed community, every individual has a different desire..." Xiao Xiao tried to continue explaining this topic, but his tirade was interrupted at the beginning.

"Then what do you think of the name'Cat No Tuan'." Zheng Qing suddenly held Tuantuan, regardless of the impatient eyes of the orange cat, and looked at everyone with a serious face: "If our reconsideration fails, the name of the new club is called this how about it?"

"If you say we can't keep up with the rhythm, okay!" Fatty Xin couldn't help snarling, grabbing the fat cat in Zheng Qing's hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and throwing it on top of his head: "If the reconsideration is not successful, What's the point of us forming a new club?!"

"I think no matter what you do, you can't give up halfway... Since the school does not allow the use of the'human group', it shouldn't matter if we use the'cat's group." Zheng Qing sighed and added pretentiously: "For example, the blue bird is Blue cat, fat man, you can be Garfield..."

"Maybe you should drag in that gypsy witch in, so that you can have a Persian cat." Before Zheng Qing could find a suitable'cat breed' for him, Zhang Jixin quickly interrupted the young public-funded student's conjecture. He looked at the fat man and said, "But this is a chance for you."

"Opportunity?" Fatty Xin rubbed the fat cat in his arms with a blank face: "I didn't want to be a cat?"

"It's not Garfield." Zhang Jixin's flushed face turned a little purple: "I mean that Amish, if he really made trouble, you can write another news story."

"I doubt this very much." Fatty Xin weakly leaned on the bed and hummed: "The first rule of the school newspaper editorial department is to not publish any manuscripts that affect the unity of the campus... I don't even need the editor-in-chief to read it, I can do it myself. Kill this article."