Hunting College

Near the end of the term, throughout the sixteenth week, Jiuyou Academy was shrouded in an invisible but extremely heavy pressure. In addition to the review plans arranged by the professors of various subjects in the classroom, the library and the study room can also see students immersed in their studies.

For this reason, starting this week, the school work committee has deliberately postponed the closing time of the library and study room, and after communicating with the dormitory Ni Wuye, the door of the dormitory has been relaxed, allowing some students to return to the dormitory later. .

However, this is the first time that the sub-class hours are squeezed by the main class hours.

"Although it is a school-wide compulsory course, the teaching content of the practical course determines that it depends on other courses." There was a bowl of millet porridge in front of Xiao Xiao, who was slowly stirring it with a long-handled silver spoon. The rice paste on the surface of the porridge is slowly mashed.

While disturbing, he explained calmly: "...This can be seen from the arrangement of the teaching staff of the practical class. As far as I know, no well-known professor is responsible for the teaching of the practical class. If you Check the class schedule, and you can find that almost all the teachers in the practical classes are the young teaching assistants arranged by the school."

The light yellow millet porridge swirled under the stirring of a silver spoon, rolling out a funnel-shaped vortex. Xiao Xiao nodded in satisfaction, put away the spoon, picked up the bowl, and added the last sentence:

"Furthermore, near the end of the term, it is a common practice for the main class to occupy the time of the practice class, which is the tradition of the Jiuyou Academy. You should be prepared for this kind of psychological preparation when you chat with the old students.

After all, he stuffed the edge of the bowl to his mouth and began to squint to enjoy the warm millet porridge.

Downton, who was standing next to a few people’s dining table, glanced enviously at the millet congee Xiao Xiao was holding, and couldn’t help but sighed: “In addition, the final grades of the practical classes are calculated as a weighted average. The weight of the test is slightly higher, the teaching assistants’ scoring weight is the second, and the mid-term and final exams have the lowest weight... It is said that this arrangement is due to the limited test time, in order to prevent students from rushing to practice the magic within the scope of the test, while ignoring other low-importance magic."

"So, in these few weeks, the marginal benefit may be higher if you hand over the time on Friday afternoon to other main courses."

Zheng Qing grasped the bun blankly and took another bite.

He doesn't care about the concepts of weight, margin, and efficiency.

He only cares, if there is no practice class in the afternoon, how could he get injured? What about his plan to stay away from Qingqiu Guild Hall?

"I really want to sit down and have dinner with you!" Downton turned his gaze at the dinner table and swallowed, "It's a heartbreaking thing... I'll also inform seven or eight people that I can't even bother to have lunch."

"It's really heartbroken." Zheng Qingxin nodded sadly, picked up a steamed bun from the front, and stuffed it to the squad leader: "Hey, let's have a steamed bun to pad...not bad for a few minutes. Pork and green onions. Stuffed, there is no taboo."

Downton shook his head immediately, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he took the bun and bit down viciously.

"Who occupied the practice class that afternoon?" Seeing that Downton would not leave immediately, Zhang Jixin also asked a question. Unlike other people's complaints, he is more concerned about the facts that have happened.

"It's Fuluo class." Downton chewed a few mouthfuls quickly, swallowed hard, and took a breath, then said, "Teacher Zhang of Fuluo class. It is said that it was because of the lesson during the hunt for the moon. The teaching plan for this semester is still I didn't finish it... and everyone didn't have a good grasp of the basic talisman in the last monthly exam. So Teacher Zhang specially went to Dean Yao and applied for an additional course."

The teacher of Fu Lu class is a young lecturer. It is said that she has graduated less than five years, but she passed the examination as a registered wizard while she was in college-and she is still a beautiful woman-which can be called both beauty and talent. Straight A student.

Because he was a blockbuster in the preliminary examination at the beginning of school, Lecturer Zhang had a good impression of Zheng Qing, and he was not strict with his usual schoolwork or study requirements, and he could even be called quite indulgent.

Zheng Qing was a little relieved when he heard that it was Teacher Zhang's class. His third plan is estimated to consume a lot of time. It is very likely that he will have to ask for leave in the middle of the afternoon class. Originally, this plan was only used as a backup plan, but unexpectedly the plan could not keep up with the changes, and the second plan had not had time to implement it.

Fortunately, it was teacher Zhang's class.

In this way, he will be much less stressed when he asks for leave.

After Downton ate the bun that Zheng Qing handed him in twos or twos, he wiped his mouth, and finally exhorted: "Remember not to be late in the afternoon, and bring your talisman pen, talisman paper and other tools...hiccup...hmm , I should buy a bottle of water."

After that, he patted his chest, waved his hand, and hurried to the window.

"Let's go after the meal! Time is still too late!" Fatty Xin shouted behind him.

Then looking back, the fat man shrugged his shoulders laboriously, his tone was a little unbelievable: "There are still people who work before eating? I can't understand what he thinks..."

"Just as we can't understand that you are stuffing your mouth twenty-four hours a day...Where did everything go?" Zhang Jixin sarcastically said.

Fatty Xin was already immune to his sarcasm, and he didn't even bother to turn his eyes.

"Speaking of it, I changed to Fulu class in the afternoon. The happiest one should be our public-sponsored student." The fat man suddenly remembered something, turned his head to Zheng Qing, teased: "Ms. Zhang always treats you with blue eyes. , I will reward you with credits every time I go to class. Tsk, it would be nice if I could meet such a teacher..."

"The premise is that you first write all the basic Fu Lu silently~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhang Jixin sneered at the fat man’s dream, but he also looked at Zheng Qing and suggested: "By the way, since this afternoon is Fu Lu class, then I I think you can go to Qingqiu Mansion earlier and help us fight the front station... I think that as long as you apply, Teacher Zhang will definitely give you a fake. "

"It's really a good idea!" Xiao Xiao nodded in agreement.

This suggestion was like a knife. The young public-sponsored student once again pierced his heart full of holes, causing his throat to heat up and he almost spurted blood on the spot.

"It's better not to be special." The wizard twitched his mouth, showing a difficult smile: "The final exam is coming soon. If there is any change in this year's exam questions, it will be bad if you are caught off guard... I don't want to After walking on the campus after the exam, someone pointed at his back and said, "Look, that's the wizard who has mastered all the basic talisman, but he didn't get the full score of the talisman test?".

"Thinking about it makes people heart-wrenched."

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