Hunting College

When Zheng Qing finally completed the task of ‘instructing’ and returned to his seat, he was less than ten minutes away from get out of class.

At this time, more than half of the people in the classroom had successfully released the cleaning curse, and most of the smelly clothes in the wash basin had been cleaned by the magic brush again, and neatly folded on the desk.

The young public servant looked at the dirty clothes in his washbasin, lamenting, he could only open the Dharma book and re-transcribe the analytical spell on the blackboard.

"When you were chatting just now, didn't anyone want to clean up this pile of clothes for me?" Zheng Qing looked at a symbol that was just copied from the Fa book and couldn't help but poke heavily on the table with a quill pen. After leaving two small pits, he looked at the other wizards in irritation.

Fatty Xin with drooping eyelids, while composing the manuscript on papyrus, slowly replied: "When you talked to those witches hotly, you didn't even think of asking us to come and help."

"How can it be hot to talk!" Zheng Qing thought of the situation just now, and suddenly lost his temper, and mumbled: "I thought Li Meng could master this spell very quickly... I think Lin Guo has been learning things very quickly. "

Having said that, it must be admitted that he overestimated Li Meng's learning ability and mistakenly thought that all geniuses are the same ‘genius’.

Compared with Fatty Xin, Zhang Jixin showed great interest in another matter: "I just watched you get fattened by a bear caught by her... How did you provoke her?"

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and did not answer this stupid question.

Could it be that only when the little aunt's grandmother was provoked, would she be caught and beaten by the bear? She beats people completely based on her good mood!

Although he did, slightly, stimulated her.

Just thinking of the little witch, the young public student can't help but think of what she said before, and then think of the upcoming "Campus Cup" dance party and his obligations as a "public student".

So he broke the subject immediately and talked about the ball on Saturday night.

"Public students must attend the dance party, they should have told me earlier!" Zheng Qing directed the Luo Niang elves to fold the clean clothes neatly, and complained to his companions angrily: "...not through one The little girl who can't even let go of the cleaning spell, tell me!"

At the end, he couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the front row with a guilty conscience, lowering his voice a lot.

"There isn't a good thing in the student union." Zheng Qing muttered in a low voice, turned his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "You said, if I don't go to the dance party, what will happen? I have been so tired these few days, I have been thinking Take a good day off before the freshman game."

Dr. Xiao Da looked up at him and helped his glasses.

"A very bold idea." The doctor lowered his head again and said in a mocking tone: "If you read more history books, you will know that anyone who dares to break the tradition is either respected as a hero or degraded as a hero. Bear...I personally think that you still have some distance from the hero."

"But he is a little bit away from the bear," Fatty Xin seemed to have discovered a new interesting topic, and finally moved his head from the manuscript, raised his arm and gestured to Zheng Qing for his watch: "I have Kunlun Snow in my storage. The commonly used hair-growth agent, you only need to drop one or two in the bathtub to ensure that the gap between you and the bear can be reduced."

Zheng Qing did not answer his words, but sneered: "Perhaps you should explain what you are buying the hair-reducing agent for..."

"Rather than paying attention to the purpose of buying hair-reducing agents, it is better to think about whether you want to really break the tradition." Xiao Xiao helplessly interrupted the other two's quarrel, and emphasized: "If you really don't want to go, you must Prepare for the worst... You know, the school’s final punishment for Hunting Ground No. 1 has not yet come down."

"I don't want to." The young public student seemed to be frightened by the doctor's rhetoric, and said, "It's just...but I don't even have a dress for the ball..."

"You only need to wear a courtyard gown and your shiny Merlin Medal. It is definitely better than those in gorgeous dresses." Fatty Xin snorted sourly.

"Never." Zheng Qing resolutely denied Fatty's opinion.

"It just so happens that we haven't used your medal when we were training." As the main hunter of You Sin, Elder Zhang seems to be thinking about the hunting team all the time: "I remember the "Beta Town Post" introduced it every time. There is a permanent spell attached to a Merlin medal... some are powerful guardian spells, some are very powerful offensive spells..."

"Brass medals are usually summoning curses." Xiao Xiao interrupted a sentence at the right time, then turned to look at Zheng Qing: "What is your summon?"

Zheng Qing's face was stern, and he ignored a few of them.

Zheng Qing hated to wear the Merlin Medal because the way he got it was not glorious. It seems that there is always an invisible villain hiding behind his ears, repeating the words that he is a liar, a liar, and a liar constantly.

This makes people feel bad.

very bad.

So much so that the "Little Summoning Charm" carried on the brass Merlin medal was almost never used by him-almost, because after receiving the medal, he used it in front of a representative sent by the Wizarding League. Once, to prove the complete effect of this medal.

"Maybe it's a Crimean nymph?" Fatty Xin pinched his chin and looked at the public-sponsored student thoughtfully: "I heard my uncle say that many gentlemen with small eyes like to buy Crimean nymphs. ...Beautiful, cheap, and the most important thing is being well-behaved, able to tolerate you to do many things, many things! Of course, compared with the equally well-behaved Yingzhou nymphs, the shelf life of the Crimea nymphs is slightly shorter..."

"Classmate, you are discriminating!" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, that is, I have a good temper with the doctor, so I won't blow you up!"

"Give you five seconds to write a suicide note." Zhang Jixin squinted, staring at the fat man gloomily, and snapped his knuckles.

"I am a small eye! I am also a small eye!" Fatty Xin immediately stretched out his stubby fingers~www.wuxiaspot.com~ squeezed his own small eyes, and emphasized.

The funny face immediately amused everyone.

"If you don't do it, you won't die, why should you try." The young public-sponsored student shook his head, his tone of sympathy.

"Don't change the subject!" After begging for mercy, the fat man shook his head again and turned to look at Zheng Qing: "What kind of summons is hidden in your Merlin Medal... a bird? A three-headed dog? Chimera? Or a growling Fen. Lille?"

"It's not necessarily such a powerful creature," Zhang Jixin denied on the side: "After all, it's just a brass medal. I guess it may be goblins, ghouls, flying heads and other little spirits."

"It is not ruled out that it is a yellow-scarf warrior." Xiao Xiao interrupted in interest: "After all, the Wizarding League likes to watch people serve food. To Qing brother, the yellow-scarf warrior sounds a little more kind than the goblins."

"Don't guess randomly... none of them." Seeing that everyone was talking endlessly, Zheng Qing finally raised his hand helplessly, trying to end the topic: "It's a two-headed Minotaur."