Hunting High School

After parting with the Mouse Immortal and Korma, the black cat ran all the way, and with the help of the azimuth map provided by the Mouse Immortal, ran to the outing place of Class Tianwen 08-1.

He felt that he could still save it.

Zheng Qing finally gave up completely when he got close to the outing place and saw the firework signal rising in the air not far away, as well as the anxious shouts faintly floating in the wind.

"It's over." Hiding behind a bush, he stopped the transfiguration and turned back into a wizard. At the same time, he stared at the color of the firework in midair gradually changing from orange to red, as if mournful and sad.

It seems that the class has been aware of their 'disappearance' for a while, and even the magic fireworks used to 'warn and summon' have turned red. Not to mention the cries that were getting closer.

The young public finance student even turned his head and glanced at the returning soul poplar beside him, thinking whether to bump into it and knock himself out, so that he would have a little room for argument when facing his classmates and the school's investigation. .

But immediately, he recalled the warning from the Rat Immortal, hesitated for a while, and finally gave up that slightly intense idea, and walked dejectedly towards the direction where everyone was.

...

"Where did you go?! Everyone has been looking for you for almost two hours!"

"Brother Qing, you're finished...Downton has informed the school about your disappearance before, and people from the school working committee and the student union will be here soon."

"Did you be seduced by the water demon in the river, or by the nymph in the woods? Do you have any new stories to tell me? I promise to remain anonymous when publishing and will not reveal your true identity!"

"Quick, quick, pretend to be weak, Jiang Yu may be coming over soon! She was so angry just now..."

All kinds of comments flooded up, instantly drowning out a certain wizard who had just appeared at the team building station. Some people, such as classmate Li Meng, are still afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and their voices are earth-shattering.

Zheng Qing looked numb, let his companions surround him, and swarmed towards an old student. He was a fourth-year student who was in charge of student safety and was good at healing.

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Just taking a look, the old student said to everyone with certainty: "This student is very healthy, and his breath is normal. Although his spirit is a bit decadent, he is fine... Let's go, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he dispersed the crowd of onlookers, dragged Zheng Qing into the tent behind him.

The chaotic voices of the students were separated by the curtains, making it appear distant and empty.

In the slightly compact tent, several figures gathered together turned their heads and looked at the two wizards who had just entered.

In the corner of the tent, a brass teapot is squatting on a small stove, and the slender curved mouth spits out white steam, which flows out slowly like running water; in the pouring hourglass, sand is perseveringly drilling through the long and narrow glass The channel records the time that no one has paid attention to.

A few huge hunting team posters were hung around the tent to block the cold wind that came in through the gaps. The hunters of the hunting team on the poster had long since disappeared, leaving only empty drawing paper hanging there, like strange abstract paintings.

The chairs made of mahogany are stacked together in a haphazard manner, leaving enough space in the center of the tent.

A large square table was placed on the open space, and a huge sand table was placed on the table.

There are hills, valleys, forests, water, and a small bay in the sand table. With just a quick glance, Zheng Qing judged that the sand table showed the scene near the activity area of ​​Tianwen 08-1 class.

Standing near the square table were Downton, Jiang Yu, Xiao Xiao, and Irina, as well as the senior students who had been sitting on a tree branch and warned Zheng Qing not to use magic to cut down trees, as well as the school worker in gray robe and A teaching assistant in a black robe.

At this moment, they all stared at the two wizards who appeared in the tent.

There are surprises and relief in the eyes, but also annoyance and blame.

Zheng Qing felt a little at a loss.

The senior students didn't know Zheng Qing, the gray-robed janitor, but Zheng Qing, the teaching assistant in black robe, was very familiar with him. He was their practical class teacher, Assistant Teaching Hilda. It was the teaching assistant who spoke first in the tent.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why are you always there!" Assistant teacher Hilda showed a look of bad luck, took out a bag of salt from somewhere, and sprinkled it all over Zheng Qing. While sprinkling, he complained: "From last year to this year, I haven't taken over a few jobs in total, and there are accidents every time!"

"Do the math, does the chartered flight last year count? A little banshee got into the special plane, and we were scolded by Lao Yao when we turned around. Then there was the hunting party, the dragon beast that appeared inexplicably. Then It's Dongshou...it's good now, even you guys won't let me go!"

"What kind of grudge?!"

Zheng Qing carefully avoided the white salt that was sprinkled on his head and face, with an embarrassed smile on his face, not embarrassed to talk to her.

Although the following events of Hilda's teaching assistant are unclear, Zheng Qing remembers them all clearly. Indeed, in a sense, the activities that Zheng Qing participated in several times seemed to be quite unlucky, either because of the invasion of demons or the awakening of ancient beasts.

But from another point of view, it is also possible that Hilda's bad luck caused Zheng Qing to have accidents every time.

The gray-robed janitor interrupted Hilda's assistant teacher's complaints, and comforted him: "It's good that you come back, and you're fine... But since you're here, you still have to go through the process that should go. Can you tell us, you Where did the time that disappeared go?"

He said the first sentence to Hilda, and he said the last sentence looking at Zheng Qing.

With a bitter face, Zheng Qing replied honestly: "I just watched the woods for fun, and ran after those mice and insects for a while, but got lost... because magic is not allowed on the Arcane Festival today, and I didn't bring a compass or a map , so I couldn’t come back. Later, when I saw the light of the magic fireworks, I slowly groped for the direction.”

Hearing this answer, there was a moment of silence in the tent.

After a long while, the old student who once instructed Zheng Qing not to use magic to cut down trees touched his head and sighed: "If you say you can't use magic, then don't use magic... You are really honest. Did you find the firewood at last?"

"I found it," Zheng Qing paused, and added, "I lost it when I was looking for the way."

"Ahem," the gray-robed janitor coughed dryly, and looked at Zheng Qing with a smile: "It's a good thing to be able to obey the rules, but when necessary, you should be flexible in handling... No matter how bad it is, if you get lost, you will be able to give Zheng Qing a chance." It’s okay for everyone to fly a paper crane.”

Zheng Qing touched his nose, not knowing how to interface.

They have said both the right and the wrong, so what else can he say.