Hunting High School

For Xin Fatty's curiosity, Zheng Qing didn't care at all.

Or dare not care.

Lao Yao is not the ordinary uncle in the milk tea shop wearing an apron and smiling all over his face. He is a big monster, a huge ape monster with three heads and eight arms. The wizarding world's long-standing negative publicity on demons made the young wizard tremble, and the ferocity and tyranny of the demon army on the battlefield of Hell deepened his impression.

Just like now, standing in the bustling pedestrian street, standing in the sunshine, surrounded by friends, when Xin Fatty mentioned the word 'Old Yao', Zheng Qing still had a feeling of silence, as if he saw the black again. That huge figure like a hill on the prison battlefield, and those indifferent blood-red eyes.

Even though Professor Yao, who has faded away from the truth, is as always patient, kind and joking in front of Zheng Qing, but who knows if this is a performance of a demon who is good at covering up?

So the only thing Zheng Qing can do is to keep Professor Yao at a respectful distance—stay alone in the same room with Lao Yao as little as possible, and try not to talk about topics related to him.

After all, he is a top-notch great wizard, and recently everyone has been rumoring that he has advanced to legend in private, so it is really risky to talk about topics related to him.

Compared with a big demon, Zheng Qing is more willing to discuss the state of Zhu Si who just left, or whether the alchemy black sheep under Lin Guo has a bad temper, or what will be discussed in the regular class meeting at night.

Today's class meeting is a little bit special, because it was held before the start of school, so it can be said to be the last class meeting of the first school year, and it can also be said to be the first class meeting of the second school year.

And not every class held a regular meeting. As far as Zheng Qing knew, at least Dylan's class didn't need a class meeting.

"Most of the classes in Starry Sky Academy should not have a class meeting today." Xiao Xiao got the news from Zhang Jixin, and Zhang Jixin got it from his big brother, so it is very reliable: "I heard that they will have a meeting tonight." Fight 'with choice' and celebrate back to school."

"Choose a fight?" Zheng Qing chewed this strange word and took a sip of milk tea. The greasy pearls in the milk tea were still unpleasant, he frowned and chewed them indiscriminately, swallowing them all in one go.

"It's just that you don't need to refer to the points requirements in the usual battles. You can challenge anyone, and you will be challenged by anyone." Xin Fatty held a piece of jerky in his hand, teasing Maodou who was meowing in the distance, and at the same time Raising a stubby index finger: "But there is only one chance."

Maodou yelled 'meow', staring at the jerky in Fatty's hand, and then appeared under the pillar on the left side, behind the stone pier in the distance, and in the shadow of Zheng Qing, resolutely refusing to go up according to Fatty's intention Lick his palm.

"Isn't this an artificial conflict?" Zheng Qing shook his head, commenting on the starry sky academy's evening challenge: "It's really incomprehensible."

Xiao Xiao stared at the ground where the bald wizard passed out, thoughtfully: "It's normal... We can't understand Xingkong's fist, just like Xingkong can't understand the blood of Alpha, Xingkong can't understand the belief of Atlas, Xingkong can't understand There are nine test papers... This is the most essential difference between several colleges."

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Qing bit the straw and couldn't help asking as Xiao Xiao kept staring at the bluestone slab that had been restored to its original state.

"Essence." The doctor murmured, and replied in a very soft voice: "Who would take the risk of being pursued by the entire First University and being remembered by a legendary wizard, and kidnap people in Beta Town in broad daylight? Is the nature of the matter hatred, hostility, or something deeper?"

Maodou flicked his tail, and disappeared from Zheng Qing's eyes, snatched the jerky from Fatty's hand, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Fatty stared blankly at the empty fingers, and after a while, he sighed.

"No matter what the nature is, it has nothing to do with us."

He stood up with difficulty, and stamped his numb soles: "Those are things that the Trident Sword, the school committee, and even the great wizards of the alliance need to care about... We only need to care about whether Downton will accept the class meeting at night." Our homework."

"This is the most urgent and real issue at the moment."

"After all, we are students, not agents of the Trident Sword."

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...

Facts have proved that Xin Fatty's self-knowledge really makes sense.

Before the class meeting, the students of Astronomy 08-1 chatted in the classroom about summer vacation, hunting competitions, career planning and homework, about the trials that will start tomorrow, and even about the war that happened in the black prison at the end of last semester. No one talked about the short and intense kidnapping that happened on the pedestrian street that morning.

Of course, it's also possible that most of the class doesn't know that yet.

Although the three-pronged sword did not allow Zheng Qing and others to sign a silent contract, after all, it involved the family members of the legendary wizard and the black wizard. Several young people tacitly avoided this matter, but discussed their respective careers like most people. Whether the format of the planning document is correct and whether the number of words meets the standard.

"Since the professor didn't stipulate a specific word count, then we don't need to consider the word count limit."

Duan Xiaojian waved his arms and stood in front of Downton, spitting all over the place, his tone excited: "We just need to list out our future plans according to the requirements and own ideas!"

"That's what it says..."

Downton pinched Duan Xiaojian's thin sheet of mulberry paper, his face full of embarrassment.

In contrast, other people's planning books have at least three pages, and some people, such as Matthew Karen, have a relatively long life expectancy, so their career planning is also very rich, using a full roll of parchment , the outside is also tied with a red ribbon, which looks like a scroll that has sealed the high rank magic.

Duan Xiaojian looked at his appearance, and became more energetic: "As the saying goes, 'Speaking good and criticizing, doing good is difficult'. It is not difficult to talk about it, but how to do it is more important... What do you think, Brother Qing?"

He turned to look at Zheng Qing who was standing behind him waiting to hand in his homework, intending to lend a helping hand.

"Ok?"

Zheng Qing froze for a moment, but didn't come back to his senses for a while—no one called himself Brother Qing seriously for a long time, so that he didn't realize it at the first time——when he came back to his senses, he immediately nodded repeatedly, and echoed: "Yes. Yes, that’s right, it’s an elective course anyway, so it shouldn’t matter how much you write.”

"Didn't you change your name to 'Brother Scum' now?" Li Meng, who was sitting in the first row, squatted on the table, and corrected with a smile, completely ignoring Zheng Qing's darkened face.

The witches in the front row all covered their mouths.

The young public finance student noticed that Jiang Yu was turning his head and whispering something to another witch sitting in the second row, as if he didn't hear the gossip behind him, which made him slightly relieved.

"I didn't say it this time!" Behind Zheng Qing, Xin Fatty immediately cleared himself up loudly. This made him look even more disgusting.