Hunting High School

At six o'clock on Friday morning, Zheng Qing woke up from a chaotic dream.

In the dream, a huge purple spider crawled into the dark dormitory. A row of white spindles of different sizes hung from the ceiling of the dormitory. The spider waved its sharp forelimbs and tore apart the spindles made of spider webs, revealing the 403 dormitory. The rotting, moldy green corpses of all members.

Among them are young wizards such as Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao, as well as the elves he raised, and the fat cat-it has a half-eaten chicken leg in its mouth, which is covered with mottled mold.

"Crack!"

There was a fine and intensive collision sound between the spider's joints, which quickly converged into a strange-sounding sentence: "...It's really a row of beautiful fruits...It's a pity that it's not in my orchard."

The night wind blew into the dormitory as the spider crawled through the gap in the window, and the young public fee student felt that the torn spider silk fragments were fluttering and flying up, blocking his nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He struggled hard and cried out for help from the bottom of his heart.

When he propped himself up on his elbows and got up from the bed covered in cold sweat, the last thing that flashed through his mind was 'I'm already dead, why do I still feel out of breath? ’ This strange thought.

A hand touched his forehead, cold and slender, like a spider's claw, and the young public servant screamed in fright.

"Having a nightmare?"

Xiao Xiao's familiar voice sounded, and he looked very active: "I still have a few servings of Requiem Soothing Soup here, do you want to drink some before morning class?"

Ever since Zhang Jixin had a nightmarish nightmare after the first selection match, the Excuse Hunting Team has carefully prepared many protective measures, including nightmare dolls under the pillow, requiem soup after waking up, and so on.

It's just that the game has been safe and sound for the next few days, it seems that these measures are a bit unnecessary.

Zheng calmed down for a while before he came back to his senses.

"no thank you."

He vaguely refused, trying to recall the previous dream, a little uncertain: "...it shouldn't be a nightmare...although it's a bit scary...shall we start morning classes today?"

Because of the midnight competition, Zheng Qing has not got up early for a morning class for almost a week—he insisted on doing a morning class after the first selection match last Sunday, which resulted in a poor mental state throughout the day, which affected the night Matches—but as with most good habits once they've been broken, it's always a little harder to pick them up again.

Just like now, the wizard feels that he should take another day off.

"it's up to you."

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and glanced at the young public finance student. He had already put on his robe and was waxing the bamboo slip book, and at the same time made an interesting analogy: "But I must remind you that hard work is like accumulation Like snow, it can accumulate icebergs that are taller than the sky, but it can also be so fragile that if you urinate, it will become a big hole..."

Zheng Qing took the hot towel from the elf, wiped his face, and immediately felt refreshed.

He decided not to be overwhelmed by a piss in his life.

As it turns out, he wasn't the only one being lazy this morning.

Perhaps because last night was the last competition of the selection competition, there were more people watching the competition and participating in the post-competition activities, so everyone got up a bit late the next day, there were few people in the Feiyuan for the morning class, and there were only a few diners in the cafeteria After a while, even entering the teaching building, every classroom passing by lost the noise of the past and became much quieter than usual.

When Zheng Qing took off the invisibility amulet, opened the door and walked into East 503 classroom, almost everyone was sitting in their own seats, chatting casually, interrupted by yawns from time to time.

The stick figure behind the door is submerged in thick chalk dust. I don't know whose masterpiece it is. Zheng Qing guessed that some people thought it was too noisy, so he moved.

Noticing the identity of the person entering the door, the sparse conversation in the classroom came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Qing's eyes swept across the crowd——Jiang Yu was previewing her homework as usual, Li Meng squinted and the saliva on the corner of her mouth was almost falling to her chest, Matthew's face was hidden in the shadow of the wide curtain, Nicholas

Si carefully combed Liu Feifei's hair, and Downton, who was standing up, waved his arms vigorously at the young public servant.

"Brother Qing, good morning!"

The squad leader of Tianwen 08-1 greeted happily: "I heard that you used the second-tier battle formation in the hunting ground yesterday? It's really amazing! Can you guide the students in the class about the second-tier battle formation in the afternoon practice class?" The key? What consumables do I need? I can submit an application to the school and it will be approved."

He patted his chest hard.

Zheng Qing has no doubts about this. And he thinks it's a good thing to be able to consolidate the magic he has mastered in class and help everyone learn together.

"Of course, no problem."

The young public finance student fully agreed, but his eyes subconsciously fell on Jiang Yu, wondering why she didn't ventilate about this matter in advance: "...For consumables, I may need a little Bo Fu's Blood Essence."

Downton grabbed the quill pen and quickly jotted it down on a piece of parchment, then rubbed it, and threw a small paper crane out of the window. The paper crane fell for a long distance before flapping its wings reluctantly and flying towards the direction of the office building.

"Of course, the school will definitely give you some credit subsidies as a reward." Having said that, Downton glanced at Jiang Yu and added: "...In addition, Jiang Yu has already submitted relevant application materials , if the guidance goes well, there may be more than one of our classes behind."

The witch finally raised her head, glanced at the boy, and nodded slightly as a signal.

When the two eyes met, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that she didn't vent to herself in advance because she knew that she would definitely agree to this matter. This thought made the boy feel a little better today, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised.

When passing by Li Meng's desk, he knocked nervously on the table.

Boom!

The little witch shuddered, her head suddenly raised, and she babbled some unknown sentences, as if she was seriously reading the textbook in front of her.

Zheng Qing sarcastically said: "Don't worry about reading, just wipe the drool on your face first...the drool will flow onto the textbook. Didn't you see in the book that the two wizards doing the experiments have already hid in the corner? "

Li Meng glared at him viciously, her eyes clearly said, "I want you to take care of it"!

A handkerchief poked over from the side, Jiang Yu wiped the saliva sticking to the little witch's face, and warned: "If you are sleepy, wash your face, or stand and listen to the class for a while... Children can't drink too much energy Potion."

"Oh." The little witch obediently agreed: "I never drink those weird things!"

Listening to the conversation behind him, Zheng Qing smiled and greeted his classmates (after nearly a week of adjustments, the students in the class finally lost the frenzy of the first day) while strolling to a familiar corner.

Zhang Jixin and Fatty are already here.