Hunting College

　　 There is a talismanic lesson on Monday afternoon.

　　As a basic subject for modern wizards, Fulu course is a compulsory course, and the teaching address is in Room 101 of the Bishop’s Building.

　　 This is a large lecture hall.

　　 When Zheng Qing rushed to the classroom, the huge classroom was already full of students. Because this is a big class, I will attend the class with Astronomy 08-1, and there are several other classes in Jiuyou Academy. Looking around, the head is crushed by blackness.

　　 At the rear left of the classroom, Fatty Xin made a victory sign to Zheng Qing.

　　 Zheng Qing showed a satisfied smile on his face.

　　 In order to avoid Li Meng's pursuit, he asked Fatty Xin and other boys to rush to the classroom to help him occupy a seat. Then a few minutes before class, he touched into the classroom through the back door.

　　 This plan comes from Xiao Xiao's arrangement.

　　According to his explanation, Jiang Yu, as the monitor, needs to set an example, so he will definitely sit in the first row. Li Meng would definitely sit next to Jiang Yu. If you carefully plan the time of entering and leaving the classroom, maybe a few people will not meet once every ten months.

　　 is like now.

　　 There are strange faces in his sight.

　　 Zheng Qing quietly sat beside Zhang Jixin, as if a drop of water melted into the sea, without causing a ripple.

　　 He opened the textbook with satisfaction and looked around.

　　 In the back right corner of the classroom, Zheng Qing saw a familiar figure—the "old student" Nicholas who led them to visit the campus yesterday.

　　 Nicholas sat silently in the corner of the last row of the classroom, buried his face in the heavy notes, no one was sitting next to him.

　　 Zheng Qingzheng hesitated whether to stand up and say hello, a familiar howl came from behind the classroom door:

　　 "The teacher is coming! Sit down!"

　　 After a tumultuous jump, the classroom quickly quieted down.

　　……

　　 The teacher's last name is Zhang, and the name Zhang is nostalgic.

　　 Although the name reveals a strong old-school atmosphere, in fact Lecturer Zhang is a delicate young woman.

　　 Different from the tough voice of old Yao Hongliang, Lecturer Zhang took a bite of Wu Nong's soft language, which made people fascinated to hear.

　　 It's just that Zheng Qing's mind was completely placed on the red card in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to what the solemn female lecturer was saying on the podium.

　　 The red card is an invitation.

　　 There are no gorgeous patterns on the orange-red cover, only a calming charm is painted in the center. Below Fu Lu wrote three big yellow letters of ‘invitation letter’ with a brush, which looked solemn and elegant.

　　The background color on the inner side is pink and yellow, surrounded by strange symbols of milky white.

　　 The main text is small italics written in soft pen, and the content is very concise.

　　"Dear (Zheng Qing) classmate:

　　The First University Fulu Association will hold an orientation party and a celebration ceremony for the Zhongyuan Festival at 20:00 (right) in the evening of August 15, 63rd, Wuyuan Weichuang, in Room 301, Bishop Building (East).

　　 Again, we sincerely invite your participation!

　　The First University Fulu Association (chapter

　　 Zheng Qing tossed over and over again to study the words on the card, a little confused.

　　 Just now on the way to the classroom, a polite sophomore stopped Zheng Qing, said some inexplicable blessings, and gave him this red invitation letter.

　　Because of a hurry, Zheng Qing took the card with a smile on his face, but failed to chat with the senior.

　　 So now, he can only stare at this silent letter.

　　 "This is an invitation letter!" Zhang Jixin nodded affirmatively beside him: "I have seen something similar in my brother's drawer."

　　 Invitation letter Zheng Qing knows what it is.

　　 In the first class in the morning, Yao once repeatedly emphasized that every student is required to get at least one invitation letter in the freshman season. Each invitation letter can be exchanged for 0.1 point credits. Originally he was still worried about how to find it, but unexpectedly, just after lunch, someone sent the invitation letter to him.

　　 If this card is the invitation that Yao needs, then it would be too easy to come by one point!

"It's not as easy as you think." Xiao Xiao shook his head on the other side, denying Zheng Qing's thoughts: "You are a public-funded student, so naturally you have an advantage over many freshmen. When recruiting new people, every club will Give priority to you valuable students."

　　 The boys around showed approval.

　　 Zheng Qing's face flushed.

　　 He doesn't like others to specialize himself.

"In addition, no matter what happened to you on the special plane or the conflict on the pedestrian street yesterday evening, it has been spread on campus." Xiao Xiao flipped through his notebook and said slowly: "You are also a celebrity now. "

　　 "It's spread!" Zheng Qing turned pale and looked at the others.

　　 "It is said that this year there is a male student in Jiuyou College who brought his own broom to school." Fatty Xin turned his head and smiled dullly.

　　 "I didn't bring a broom." Zheng Qing looked at Xin's fat face with a silly expression.

　　 Fatty Xin looked stagnant, muttered, turned his head, and did not continue to deal with Zheng Qing.

Next to 　　, Zhang Jixin explained: "It means you are too unlucky."

　　 Zheng Qing rolled his eyes.

　　 Of course he knows the meaning of that sentence, but he doesn't like Fatty Xin's proud expression.

"The invitation letter can cheat." Turning his head to look at Xiao Xiao, Zheng Qing hesitated and asked: "I mean, since an invitation letter is worth 0.1 credits, if someone spends money to buy it from these clubs or student unions Can I get a lot of credits with the invitation letter?"

　　 "If you can buy credits, you can also buy jade coins, so why waste jade coins on credits?" Zhang Jixin interjected: "For those wizards who are either rich or expensive, credits are just a tasteless one."

　　 "I can't deny that there is this kind of behavior." Xiao Xiao shook his head, and added: "But this kind of behavior to buy invitations is very rare. Only some freshmen with deep backgrounds who are in urgent need of credits will make this bad move."

"On the one hand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com buys invitations at a very high price. Whether it is a student union or a club, the number of them is fixed. Only when a few old students leave each year can a few new students leave. The invitation letter. The number of students is very limited. And each person can only get one invitation letter in each organization. In short, even if you buy all the student organizations, you will only have a dozen credits at most, which is very uneconomical."

　　 "On the other hand, if this buying behavior is detected by the school—in fact, this behavior is very easy to detect—that means a large penalty."

　　 "Of course, some students may really not get even one invitation letter. In this case, they will get one or two invitation letters through some unpraised ways, and they will not be criticized too much."

　　 "You will definitely not have such troubles." Zhang Jixin squeezed the red card enviously, and sighed: "You will only worry about more and more invitations."

　　 "If you don't want it, you can give it to me." Fatty Xin turned his head again, and leaned over with his face.

　　 Zheng Qingyu put the invitation letter back into the drawer, and shook his head firmly.

　　 If you are not firm, this fat man is certainly not polite.

　　 Before the class, Zheng Qing just took this invitation letter out of his pocket and was handed over by Fatty Xin.

　　 If it weren't for other boys looking at him from the sidelines, this card would definitely disappear in Fatty's USB space.

　　 Zheng Qing stuffed the gray cloth bag into his pocket, turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao, and planned to continue to inquire about the invitation letter.

　　 But this thought was roughly interrupted.

　　 There was a clear gasp in the classroom.

　　 Many people wailed desperately.

　　 On the podium, the gentle and soft-spoken lecturer just uttered two terrible words:

　　 "Examination!"