Hunting High School

In the second half of September, as the pace of the school hunting meeting is getting closer, the plan for the reform of the school hunting competition is becoming increasingly clear and gradually becoming a foregone conclusion.

Under the guidance of many dimensions—including the Beta Town Post, club leaders, and the school—more and more students began to shift their attention from whether to reform and why to reform to more specific issues.

For example, what is the plan for the hunting committee to select qualified hunting teams from the hundreds of hunting teams that may appear?

For another example, how to ensure the fairness and justice of the selection plan? Originally, the promotion was based on points in the hunting round robin. Each hunting team had a certain error tolerance rate. After the hunting team made a mistake, they had the opportunity to find opportunities to make up for it. Does the new plan have such a safe design?

Also, if everyone goes to the game hunt, what about volunteering? Will the derivation of school hunting competitions such as the hunting dance party and the hunting painting exhibition be held? The number of injuries in the hunting competition has increased significantly. Can the school hospital prepare enough ambulance therapists? Will the purchase of talismans and potions by a large number of hunting teams disturb the market stability on Phuket Island and affect the normal teaching order? Has there been any change in the school's policy on requirements for registered hunting teams?

One question after another was collected and conveyed to the Student Union and the Hunting Committee. Then the monitors of each class and the captains of each hunting team were called again and again to discuss the answers to these questions. The school rarely participated in the whole process. Even if they attended, there were only a few teaching assistants and members of the school working committee, and they never robbed the students of their right to speak.

In the past three days of the fourth week, Zheng Qing has held six meetings.

Once a day at noon and once in the evening.

On Wednesday night, when Zheng Qing came out of the large conference room of the student union in the office building again, the dizzy young public-funded student finally stopped hesitating. Instead of going to the library to do homework, he went straight back to the dormitory and hid in the bed , poured himself a transformation potion.

He needs quiet.

The familiar scent of the potion filled the mouth.

In just a few seconds, a black cat jumped out of Zheng Qing's bed, and leaped lightly onto the big desk in the bedroom. With his tail upright, he walked to the side of Tuantuan who was taking a nap.

"Hey, remember to leave a window for me at night, and I'll bring you chicken legs tomorrow." The black cat raised its paw skillfully, touched Tuantuan's head, and reminded the fat cat.

What answered it was a vicious growl from his throat after raising his eyelids.

The black cat felt that this was the voice of Tuantuan's promise, so he said goodbye to the elves happily, and set off from the balcony along the window, cheering towards the new world of freedom.

As soon as the black cat went out, Tuantuan, who had been dozing off, sneered, got up suddenly, jumped to the balcony, and locked every openable window.

Zheng Qing didn't know that the door to go home behind him had been closed.

He is strolling around the campus contentedly, the bluestone slabs under his feet are refreshing and refreshing, but the greater pleasure of the black cat is that he steps on different fallen leaves with every step, and hugs the trees from time to time. Say hello to the squirrels darting past with chestnuts.

Even if the squirrels ignored it, it didn't affect the black cat's good mood.

Zheng Qing's destination today is still Maoguoshu. With the compliments of a group of cats, he should be able to get rid of the irritability and fatigue of today more quickly.

It's just that after he turned into a cat and went out today, he didn't say hello to Jiang Yu. On the one hand, it was only after eight o'clock in the evening, when many students were studying in the library, and Zheng Qing didn't want to disturb the witch's study because he was bored; on the other hand, it was because today was the autumnal equinox.

Autumn equinox, Yichou year, Guiyou month, Xinchou day.

the fifth day of August.

Yes, moving, obtaining certificates, and erecting beams.

Avoid, go out.

There is no relationship between the upper beam in the old almanac and the cat on the tree, but the travel in the old almanac is very meaningful. Traveling far is considered a trip, and traveling a short distance is also counted as a trip. Although Zheng Qing is not very convinced of this ancient mythical taboo, in some cases, he is still willing to give them some respect.

For example, when it comes to Jiang Yu, it is better to believe some bad omens.

The autumnal equinox has entered, and the thunder begins to harvest

Sound, stinging insects, grass and trees turning yellow.

The temperature drops very fast at night, and the chill in the air is very strong before midnight. When Zheng Qing rushed to the cat fruit tree, among the lush canopy, cat fruits were already hanging on the branches and treetops as usual, enjoying the increasingly intense moonlight.

The black cat did not disturb his own subordinates.

It quietly climbed up the tree, came to its own 'throne', swept away a few autumn insects that were mating on the throne with its tail, sighed as it wished, and lay down on the ground.

In autumn, the moonlight is as cool as water, lying down to watch Altair Vega.

Taking a nap for a while, listening to the purring sounds next to my ears, looking at the dim and uncertain Star above my head, at a certain moment, when the black cat recovered, I suddenly regretted not calling the little white cat out.

Being alone with a cat can be a bit boring.

It pinched its paws to estimate the time, and it was about half past nine in the evening. Under normal circumstances, the study room in the library should start to slowly become empty.

Just when it was hesitant to fly a paper crane, out of the corner of its eye, it saw two familiar figures running quickly under a plane tree not far away.

It flicked its tail in surprise, opened its eyes wide, and moved towards the edge of the throne. One advantage of being condescending is that the field of vision is very wide. Although there are still many trees in the forest, and the branches and leaves cover part of the line of sight, Zheng Qing finally confirmed the fact that he just glanced at it.

They are Ding Dong Ears and Ding Dong Ears, the subordinates of the Rat Fairy, employees of d&k, and the only two remaining Rat People in the wizarding world.

It's just that the two figures that Zheng Qing saw were not the Ratmen in his impression, but Brother Er's previous appearance, two little mice in blue vests.

Zheng Qing never knew that the Rat Man could turn back into a little mouse. But considering the talents of werewolves and vampires, this ability does not seem so unacceptable.

While these thoughts flashed through his mind, the black cat stood up and locked its eyes on the two little mice that were sneaking along the edge of the bushes, wondering if they should go down to say hello.

Several big cats near the throne—including the Norwegian Forest cat and the grown-up Ragdoll cat—noted the leader's movements, stopped snoring one after another, stood up, shook their bodies lazily, and pressed Lazy.

Night is the time when these felines are active, especially when they have rested for a long time, and any sign of trouble can arouse their full interest.

"You hang on the tree, don't move around, I'll catch some mice for you." The black cat stopped the attention of its subordinates, babbled nonsense, and jumped under the tree.

Several big cats looked at each other.

Although I didn't understand the meaning of the black cat's words, but I understood its spirit, and returned to the branches in twos and threes to become fruit.