Hunting High School

In many cases, people participate in the process of history unconsciously and create major historical events.

Many times, great changes happen right next to you. Before you know it, history has silently taken a big step forward. And when you look back suddenly, you will deeply realize the ignorance and powerlessness of own.

All people can feel is the shock brought by the footsteps of history.

For the long history, it takes several years, ten years, or even hundreds of years for each step forward. But it only takes a day or two for its footsteps to fall and make people feel the tremor.

This day or two didn't really change anything.

They will only serve as traces of change, engraved in the long river of history, and turned into deep footprints for future generations to pay tribute to.

In the second semester of the 2008-2009 school year, the eleventh week after the start of school, some sensitive historians and fortune-tellers faintly felt the tremor of the vast yet small. They threw down the yellowed ancient scrolls in their hands, roasted the whitish bones and tortoise shells in a panic, stared at the crystal ball until the eyeballs and the crystal ball turned red, but found nothing.

This is not surprising.

Because the world is still as stable and orderly as it appears, without the slightest depression before the storm.

This week, the hunting groups of the wizarding world are still hunting the indigenous gods in the new world; Magical materials and alchemical products are traded and paid between different entities, and new wizard robes and new editions of spellbooks make young wizards smile.

This week, on Phuket Island, deep in the silent forest, two mice are melting the first brass ingot to make the body of a god with the help of an imprisoned doctor; the wandering wizard and Duke Milton are in the top box of the bar There was a long talk all night, coordinating the footsteps of the parliament under the moon and the dark parliament when they danced together; there was also a yellow and white fur cat, squatting on the dusty bookshelf, watching quietly through the dirty glass window. Looking at the winding and deep street outside the window.

This week, at First University, a little witch who had a penchant for fainting fainted again, this time reportedly from anemia; There were more mistakes, but there was a quarrel at the scene; there was also an old student who had repeated a grade twice, and with the encouragement of his girlfriend, he was trying to muster up the courage to face the common isolation of the two colleges.

"They can never isolate a person who is willing to open up," Liu Feifei whispered in Nicholas's ear when she accompanied Nicholas into the teaching building: "Smile to every classmate who is willing to smile at you, and to everyone who pretends to be happy." The classmates who can't see you smile... If you are warm, people will not feel cold when they are close to you."

The hot air from the witch's lips brushed against his ears, making Nicholas feel a little itchy in his heart.

He twisted his body uneasily, just in time to see Zheng Qing walking by nearby with a sullen expression holding a pile of textbooks. He lowered his head and glanced at the witch beside him. The witch blinked and silently encouraged him.

Nicholas took a light breath, and tried to greet Zheng Qing with a lighter voice: "How is the hearing going? I heard Feifei said that you performed well at the hearing..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the soft flesh around his waist being pinched by a pair of slender fingers, and he gasped suddenly.

The witch was irritated by the boy's silly question, while the wizard didn't know what he said wrong.

He was clearly sincere.

Zheng Qing, who was originally depressed by the noisy voices at the hearing, couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled after hearing Nicholas' clumsy and stiff way of greeting: "Then she must not have told you that I was Three strikes and you're out."

He was referring to the incident in which he was disqualified from answering questions by the presidium when he spoke out of line during the first round of questioning. But it's clear that Nicholas didn't get the sports memes that Zheng Qing used in his self-deprecation.

"Three strikes... out?" Nicholas repeated the word blankly, looking at Liu Feifei in a bewilderment, not knowing what to say next.

The witch sighed slightly, then put on a smiling face, and looked at Zheng Qing: "It's okay, it's just an informal hearing... Listening to the sisters in the student union, the student union probably just wanted to find an excuse to let the Alpha people Sit down and chat with nine people to see if you can ease the tension on both sides."

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There is even this reason? !

Hearing this, Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized. No wonder the hearing was rushed and didn't involve a deeper, more direct debate between him and Soprano. But he doesn't feel the hearing will add much positively to tensions between the two colleges.

"Relief is impossible. There is no way to relieve it this semester. Just like today's meeting, the two sides did not draw out the book and fought each other. It is already because Augustus and Lei Zhe were present to suppress it." Zheng Qing said, sweeping He glanced at Nicholas: "Unless they reach a consensus on something, they can barely talk to each other..."

Nicholas is not stupid, he immediately understood Zheng Qing's implication, and the expression on his face suddenly became much more depressed.

From the current point of view, it seems that this is the "consensus" for him who is rejected by both Jiuyou and Alpha. Liu Feifei obviously noticed this too, showing a trace of uneasiness.

"This afternoon is Lao Yao's 'Philosophy of Magic'. Why did you bring a Murloc textbook?" She looked at the textbooks in Zheng Qing's arms and tried to change the topic to a lighter one.

Hearing this, Zheng Qing sighed deeply.

"I'm out of my mind," he said nonchalantly, sarcastically, while explaining, "For some reason this morning, I always felt that this afternoon was a murloc class...so I brought the wrong book."

While speaking, the three of them had already reached the corner of the second floor. At the corner, a stone sculpture holding a sword in both hands looked at every passing student expressionlessly. In the portrait of a famous alumnus hanging on the wall, an old wizard was dozing with his head down.

"Student Zheng Qing?" An abrupt voice interrupted the chat among the three young wizards.

Zheng Qing heard the reputation and went.

I saw a tall witch in a red robe greeting him with a smile. She looked a little familiar, but for a moment, Zheng Qing couldn't remember where he had seen her.

Fortunately, the witch didn't want him to think about it carefully.

"I'm also an assistant in Professor Montelia's laboratory. Have you finished the rune analysis that the professor arranged for you some time ago? Why haven't I seen you go to the laboratory in the past two weeks?" The witch Barabara quickly explained the purpose of her visit.

Zheng Qing showed a bitter face.

"Well, I have asked the professor for leave. I have other things to do in the past two weeks. I may not be able to go to the laboratory..." Thinking of Professor Montelia's stern face, and thinking that I have not been to the laboratory for three consecutive weeks, The young public finance student couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "You can find other assistants to help with rune analysis, I'm sorry."