Hunting College

The afternoon sun shines through the glass and falls into the dormitory, conveying a lazy atmosphere.

The orange cat lying on the window sill basking in the sun smelled the oily scent from the paper bag, and couldn't help shaking his beard, shaking his tail, slowly climbing up, and rubbing it before the lunch of the wizards.

The green elves who had hung on the fat cat and nap complained, and flew back to Zheng Qing's tent in twos and threes to continue their lunch break.

Looking at these carefree guys, the young public student suddenly had the urge to become a cat again.

"Maybe if you become a cat, you won't have these troubles anymore." He murmured, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"What?" Xiao Xiao had just torn open a paper bag, his mouth was filled with steaming meat buns, and his voice seemed a little greasy: "What were you talking about just now?"

"No. No. You heard it wrong." Zheng Qing immediately waved his hands for three consecutive times, denying that he had just said something.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him suspiciously, and finally didn't worry about the matter anymore, but lowered his head and blew into the bowl of seaweed egg drop soup in front of him, trying to get a delicious sip of vegetable soup as soon as possible.

"Today's tomato juice is very fresh." Dylan held a cup of steaming bright red liquid, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "But it's a little bit sour...poor teeth."

"It is estimated that the blood used in the canteen is a bit long and has deteriorated... Besides, can you not drink this thing in front of us?" Xiao Xiao looked at the bottle in disgust and complained: "And don't ask me to help you next time Bring lunch... When I was queuing in the Moonlight Restaurant, the vampires around me all had green eyes!"

"Red light, red light." Dylan corrected very kindly: "When vampires are hungry, their eyes are red... Ghosts and wolves have green eyes."

Zheng Qing watched the two roommates chatting with relish, eating lunch, and then looking at the paper bags in front of him that still exudes a strong fragrance, but there was no desire to fluctuate in his stomach.

He stared sadly at the stack of challenge books on the desk, hesitating whether to ask for leave for the afternoon talisman class.

Anyway, I was idle.

Why not go?

Once this idea sprang up, it spread uncontrollably in his mind.

To be honest, as the leader of a new club & hunting team, Zheng Qing feels that his recent time has not been enough.

For example, he needs to find time to complete the hunting team training schedule, and then submit it to the school's hunting team management committee; he also needs to take time to learn the hunting team tactical arrangements with the senior hunters who ruled the hunting team; in addition, it is said that the school has freshmen hunting. For the team support plan, he will also find time to study the clauses and clauses in the document to see if he can apply for a small amount of subsidy for the crime of You.

In the evening, I have to go to the library to help Irina translate the old and obscure rune notes. Although the Gypsy witches often disappear after playing, the task of translation has been heavy on the young public-funded students.

Not to mention those homework that can never be finished. Even if it is hunting for the moon, the professors have not relaxed their teaching plans at all, and have assigned more homework than one.

In addition, there will be a private lecture given by Professor Yi from 7 to 9 on Tuesday night; a night patrol on Saturday night.

After a rough calculation, Zheng Qing felt that there was not enough time.

However, if there is a reason to be absent from this afternoon's Talisman class, the time that was originally tight may be much more generous.

There may even be wealthy, so Zheng Qing can roll into the tent to sleep early tonight.

"If you don't go to class in the afternoon...in the afternoon, you can finish writing the hunting team's training schedule early in the afternoon, and then hand in the materials to the office building before five o'clock." Zheng Qing clasped his fingers to calculate silently: "...maybe You can also take this opportunity to go to the office to find Professor Li. I don’t know if I can apply for the next edition of Transforming Potion from him in advance."

Thinking of this, the young public student couldn't help but look up at the calendar hanging on the wall.

It was less than two weeks since he last transformed.

According to Lao Yao's previous arrangement, he can only apply for one transfiguration potion every month-in special circumstances, he may be able to apply for one or two more.

No amount of it.

After all, this was also a high-level potion, and it was quite interesting that the school provided him for free. Even Zheng Qing himself was too embarrassed to take it as a syrup.

"Why don't you eat?" Dr. Xiao Da's surprised voice interrupted the public-funded student's reverie.

"No appetite." Zheng Qing muttered.

"Oh, yes... here is something for you." Xiao Xiao shook his head, suddenly remembering something, took out an invitation-like thing from his pocket and handed it to the young public student.

Zheng Qing's face changed, and he jumped back like a cat with fried hair.

"A challenge book again? Or a duel application? Whose? I tell you, I don't have time to deal with those idlers!" He yelled angrily, his face reappeared with annoyance.

Mr. Vampire Werewolf holding a drink made a gurgling laugh in his throat.

It's like a bubbling beverage bottle.

"Fuck, you are my roommate... If I get sap on campus, you will have no face." Zheng Qing snorted in an angry voice.

"Maybe I can help you apply for a bed in the school hospital in advance." Dylan licked the canines at the corner of his mouth, with a gloating expression on his face: "You know, we always have discounts in the school hospital of Star Academy... "

"Yes, most of the school hospital's income depends on your lunatics to support it." Zheng Qing vomited.

"Duel application?" Dr. Xiao Da's gaze swept across the pile of confiscated envelopes in front of Zheng Qing, and finally a clear sense of consciousness rose on his face: "These are all duel applications? They are for you?"

"If you want, I will give it to you...I will give you all."

"Why?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows.

He was asking why Zheng Qing received so many challenges.

"Because many people are brain-disabled." The public-sponsored student dejectedly pulled out a challenge book ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and handed it to the doctor.

Xiao Xiao took the envelope and helped his glasses.

"I am pleased to hear about the'young talent' of the younger student, and he won the praise of Senator Qingqiu Su. My brother can't help but take the liberty to ask for advice or two. Don't refuse. The second year of the Star Academy..." Xiao Xiao couldn't help but lift up before finishing the course. Beginning: "Or is it a challenge book sent to you by a sophomore?"

Solemnly sniffed.

"The writing is not in vain, and there is no literary logic, so I am embarrassed to take it out!" The tone of the young public student was full of resentment.

"I thought that the last words of Beauty Su would cause you trouble... I didn't expect it to be so fast." The doctor sighed and threw the letter on the table again: "Fortunately, I am not a duel book."

Xiao Xiao shook the envelope and handed it to Zheng Qing again: "This is an invitation letter."

"Invitation card?"

"The invitation letter for the opening of the Hunting Painting Exhibition."