Hunting College

　　 The midday sun is a bit dazzling.

　　The warm sunlight through the tall glass windows cast a hazy white spot in the classroom. These light spots trembled slightly as the breeze blew across the window, like chunks of transparent jelly, which was coveted.

　　 Old Yao grabbed a black pipe and leaned against the window. The light blue smoke twists and winds in the sun, and his big smooth back is looming in the curling smoke.

　　 He leaned across the podium, his eyelids drooped, his originally small eyes almost narrowed into a slit, making it feel like he was dozing off.

　　 Of course, this is an illusion.

　　 After each new student introduced himself, Old Yao would knock his pipe, flip through the roster, and name the next person on stage.

　　 He is called by his college entrance examination results.

　　 This is easy to judge.

　　 Under the guidance of the first few freshmen, later newcomers will add their college entrance examination results to the end of their introduction.

　　 These results are like business cards of different colors, received by a pair of scrutinizing eyes, put them away, and stuff them into different compartments of the wallet.

　　 Zheng Qing squinted his head and looked at the podium without focus, twisting his fingers at the mouth of the gray cloth bag.

　　 Will Jiang Yu throw himself an application for a duel after class?

　　 Do you want to run away after the bell rings?

　　 His brain is bubbling.

　　 Fight with the girl, saying that he would be laughed to death.

　　 If you win, there is nothing to show off, and you will even be despised; if you lose, Zheng Qing believes that many people don't hesitate to give themselves a piece of tofu.

　　 Maybe someone will be poked and pointed at wherever he goes, whispering:

　　 Look, that boy is fighting with the girl!

　　 Zheng Qing rubbed his face and sighed.

　　 This kind of business that loses money if you win or lose, only fools can do it.

　　 He turned his gaze to the long back in the first row, wondering if there was a more elegant way to abstain.

　　 Jiang Yuduan sat on the seat, and his long black hair fell smoothly behind him. She turned her face sideways, revealing her pretty nose, pale red lips, and a short neck that was as white as jade.

　　 looks pretty beautiful, why is it so irritable?

　　 Zheng Qing stared at the figure from behind.

　　 Her college entrance examination score was 475, which was only five points lower than herself. The third place for freshmen, what else is unsatisfactory!

　　 There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, awakening the wandering voyeur.

　　 He raised his head in a panic.

　　 It turned out that a freshman was too nervous. When he got on stage, he turned all the way, causing the whole class to laugh.

　　 Not far away, Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing suspiciously.

　　 Zheng Qing swallowed, blinked, and asked in a low voice: "Why haven't you reached you yet?"

　　 Xiao Xiao pointed to his ears, indicating that he did not hear clearly.

　　He was sitting on the innermost side of the row of seats, and Zheng Qing was sitting on the outermost side. There were four or five spaces between the two.

　　 "Ahem." Old Yao coughed softly from the podium.

　　 Zheng Qing hurriedly sat up straight.

　　 Old Yao's face is hidden in the circling light blue smoke, and his expression is not clear. Only a faint smile can be seen from the corner of his mouth, and the pipe trembling slightly with the shaking of his head.

　　 A rustling sound came from my ear.

　　 Zheng Qing looked at the thin boy named Duan Xiaojian on the podium, and his mind turned quickly.

　　 More than a dozen freshmen have introduced themselves on it, but Lao Yao has never been called Xiao Xiao by name. According to Zheng Qing's speculation on this living dictionary, his wizard scores should not be so low.

　　 Before Xiao Xiao denied it, Zheng Qing always thought that he was the first public student in the legend.

　　 A little thing pressed his arm, interrupting his guess.

　　 Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

　　 is a paper turtle.

　　 The dark gray horizontal lines and footnotes on the notebook paper can be clearly seen on the turtle back.

　　 The paper tortoise stretched out its neck and slowly turned over, revealing a smooth belly. There was a big question mark with a brush.

　　 Zheng Qing held back his smile and glanced at Xiao Xiao.

　　 The watermelon head boy helped his glasses and sat down tightly, looking solemnly at the podium.

　　 "What is your score on the college entrance examination?"

　　 Zheng cleared the paper turtle, and after writing his own question on it, he hesitated.

　　 He can't make origami turtles.

　　 but can fold frogs.

　　 A few seconds later, a paper frog swayed along the desk and crawled towards Xiao Xiao, crawling in exactly the same way as the paper turtle.

　　 Soon the paper turtle crawled back to Zheng Qing again.

　　 "0."

　　 Zheng Qing widened his eyes, licked the brush and hesitated for a few minutes before making the frog crawl towards Xiao Xiao with a string of question marks.

　　 "I am a special enrollment student and I have not participated in the wizard college entrance examination. So I have no results."

The 　　 paper turtle was crumpled up in Zheng Qing's hands, spread out, and folded into neat squares.

　　 Then he reopened the paper, spread it again, and fold it again.

　　 He has many questions to ask Xiao Xiao, but he doesn't know where to start.

　　 Fatty Xin in the front row arched open the narrow desk, stood up, and walked towards the podium with his fat **** shaking.

　　 Zheng Qing retracted his thoughts and followed the boys with a warm applause.

　　 Next to the window, Old Yao nodded slightly, indicating that Fatty Xin could start.

"My name is Sim Banner Schmidt-Bayer, from Worms in Rhine, you just call me Sim. I don't have pets, I like food, and I am good at finding the most distinctive food in every new place. "

　　 The fat man scratched his short hair. A flying swarf fluttered in the sun, which was very conspicuous.

　　 The girls in the front row waved in disgust.

　　 Zheng Qing covers her face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't bear to look straight.

　　 The fat man didn't notice at all, but instead waved his fists in excitement and shouted: "My dream is to become a great wizard! So I hope to get the certificate of registered wizard in four years!"

　　 "Everyone is my supervisor!"

　　 "Here is my promise!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he strode off the podium and walked to the seat in a very cool manner.

　　 There was hesitating, somewhat sparse applause in the classroom.

　　 And quickly, the applause stopped again.

　　 Because Fatty Xin, who had just walked off the stage, trot a little, and returned to the back of the stage.

　　 he tweaked and added:

　　 "My college entrance examination score is 410. Oh, yes, I am a blue giant. I hope to be good friends with everyone, thank you!"

　　 Zheng Qing didn't care about Fatty Xin's final performance.

　　 He just realized a new problem and sent Xiao Xiao a crawling frog again:

　　 "Do wizards also have levels?"

　　 This time, Xiao Xiao's reply was a bit slow.

　　 It was not until another freshman came down from the podium that the paper turtle dragged a soft pace into Zheng Qing's hands.

　　 After taking the tortoise apart, a large paragraph of text appeared in front of Zheng Qing:

　　 "Wizards certainly have a hierarchy. As long as consciousness exists, there must be such a distinction."

　　 "All over the world, wizards have different professions or identities. For example, monks, priests, ninjas, black warriors, etc., each profession has its own unique level division."

　　 "But for the Wizarding League, there are generally only three levels of wizards: wizards, registered wizards, and great wizards."

　　 The handwriting in this reply is a bit small and sloppy. Zheng Qing needs a lot of hard work to distinguish clearly.