Hunting College

All public-funded students of the First University must attend the "Campus Cup" dance party on Saturday night.

Zheng Qing only learned about this in the life class on Thursday afternoon.

Although the life class is only arranged for half a year, and there is only one class of three and a half hours per week, for the students in the first half of the freshman year, the importance of this course is almost not comparable to that of Fuluology, Astronomy and Divination What is the difference.

This is because most of the students of the First University are leaving their parents to live independently for the first time, so the school has the responsibility to teach some daily life magic to everyone-such as common escape spells, communication spells, and repair spells , And cleaning spells, etc.-to ensure that no one runs around the campus in dirty robes because they can't wash clothes.

That is simply a shame to all wizards.

In view of the importance and necessity of this course, First University included it as a school-wide compulsory course, which is a general course that is fully prepared in the class schedule. This means that every freshman who enrolls must get a passing score in this course.

The life class is located at 402 West of the teaching building. It is a small classroom, but it is also a professional classroom.

In addition to the desks, chairs, benches, and blackboard desks needed for normal class in the classroom, there is an independent washstand next to each desk and three brass taps that provide water at different temperatures.

In late autumn, the afternoon sun is not so glaring.

Because the tall glass windows cut off the cold wind outside, the entire classroom can only feel the warmth of autumn, not the depression of autumn wind. This gave Zheng Qing, who was standing in front of the washstand, a strong, drowsy feeling.

Especially when the autumn wind blew on the window, the glass and window rim made a rhythmic clicking sound, like a continuous hypnotic spell, which made his feeling even more serious.

"I think you should take a sick leave from Professor Tian, ​​your face looks ugly." Xiao Xiao stood beside Zheng Qing, lips moved slightly, and suggested in a low voice: "If you stand and fall asleep, the professor may not be happy. of."

Professor Tian is the professor of life class. She is a kind-faced but stooped old woman.

She is always accustomed to walking around the classroom slowly with a cane that is thick and thin, using the monocle held in the other hand to carefully examine the learning results of each student.

When encountering undesirable situations, she was always not worried about waving the cane in her hand, and "beating" the backs of these young wizards. Although it was painful, she was not injured at all-and the joint conference of professors seemed to ignore this situation. The school also turned a deaf ear to hundreds of complaints each year.

This makes many young people who take life classes angry and a little more afraid.

As a public-funded student of Jiuyou College, Zheng Qing has not yet survived Professor Tian's cane stick, and he does not want to provoke the professor to anger because of a stupid insistence.

Hearing Xiao Xiao's reminder, the young official blinked vigorously, took a few deep breaths, and tried to open his eyes.

On the podium, Professor Tian was slowly writing the curse on the blackboard with his back facing everyone. It seemed that he was writing the curse on Xing's head, and he couldn't finish it for a while.

"Forget it." Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave up the idea of ​​disturbing the professor's interest, and shook his head: "Maybe it's just that the training was a bit late yesterday...just take it easy."

There are less than three days left for the freshman hunting game.

With the help of the Judgment Hunting Team and Deng Zi, the Youxin Hunting Team spends nearly ten hours in training every day. Except for the seven or eight hours of class, eating and doing homework, the hunters are left with almost less than five hours of sleep and rest every day.

This almost abnormal training program has been going on for almost a week.

"There are still three days. It's okay to stick to it." Zheng Qingxu looked at it, feeling that he could faint in class anytime.

"Everyone is training in the same way. The ruling side also provided us with energy potions...but your situation is particularly bad." Fatty Xin in the front row tilted his head back and whispered, "Will it be? Because of your shadow being cut off?"

Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose, lowered his head, and glanced at the soles of his feet.

The afternoon sun shines through the tall glass windows on the floor, leaving a shaky halo like flowing water. Standing in the halo, whether it is a desk, chair or bench, or a student or professor, there will be a dark shadow.

Except Zheng Qing.

Last week, while visiting Su Shijun’s dimensional evolution laboratory, his shadow was ‘lied’ away by a contract of Su Damei. This has made young public-funded students feel uncomfortable recently.

"It shouldn't be." Zheng Qing hesitated for a while, and whispered: "Didn't Dylan say that? Without a shadow, he would only be slightly allergic to sunlight, and there would be no other negative effects..."

As another shadowless member of the 403 dormitory, Mr. Vampire Werewolf has considerable say in this respect.

"You are different from him," Xiao Xiao shook his head: "Vampires are born without shadows... and you have shadows, but the shadows have been'deprived'... Who knows if this kind of magic has any negative effects. What?"

"Maybe you should talk to Su Damei again about this matter." Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, and turned his head eagerly to look at the public student: "When are you going? I can be your bodyguard!"

"There's still me, and me!" Fatty Xin continued to say unwillingly.

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled weakly.

"Wait for the freshman hunting game to be over." He sighed slightly: "Anyway, there are only two or three days left. At this point, I can still hold on... Big deal, I won't go to the prom on Saturday night. I'm in the dormitory. Sleep a little longer."

"It's okay if you don't go." Fatty Xin pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "Since Lao Yao warned everyone not to toss at the ball in the spell class on Monday, I have always felt a sense of panic. ...I always feel something is going to happen. It doesn’t matter if you don’t go, or if you don’t.

"Boom boom boom!"

Several heavy wooden sticks hit the ground from the podium~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The young gentlemen sitting behind, please keep quiet. "Professor Tian looked at the wizards with a smile, and stomped the cane stick in his hand heavily, attracting the attention of the students.

The other people's heads turned back, looking at the wizards, and then turned back together, quietly looking at the professor on the podium.

Professor Tian looked good, and did not walk down from the stage angrily and beat a few wizards.

"Today we learn a'cleaning spell'...it will be the'Academy Cup' dance party soon, I believe everyone wants to be clean and dance with their partner in the moonlight...not wearing stinky robes, Like a dung beetle crawling out of a cesspit."

With that said, the old woman stomped the cane stick in her hand again.

There was a pile of dirty, smelly robes in the washbasin in front of everyone.