Hunting High School

"As for forgiveness..."

On the podium, the professor projected no effort to maintain order, but just knocked on the podium and raised his voice slightly: "I believe everyone here knows more about them than me, a bad old man... They have maintained the status of winning the freshman championship last year." Enthusiastic, showing an amazing level beyond most ordinary hunting teams, I think the slightly vulgar word 'super student hunting team' is appropriate enough to describe these young hunters."

While speaking, he glanced at the left back corner of the classroom.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the breath of the projection on the podium became a little thicker, and his gaze became a little more agile.

It was as if the professor had really cast his gaze.

The young public fee student subconsciously straightened his back and sat up straighter. Almost at the same time, the students in the front row all turned their heads to look at their corner, with excitement, admiration, and envy in their eyes.

"Second thing!"

The professor on the podium did not give the students more chances to chat. After a short pause, he knocked on the podium again: "About some arrangements for next week... including the study and hunting arrangements... Actually, I think this Things should be talked about at the very beginning... who knows how many weeks it is now?"

"Week 7!"

There were scattered answers from the audience.

"Yes, it's already the seventh week." The professor raised his voice slightly: "Tomorrow is the eighth week, and the midterm exam is usually scheduled for the tenth or eleventh week, that is to say, when the moon hunting is over, you should Welcome to the new round of exams after you enter the second grade."

There was no need for him to emphasize it again and again, there was a burst of lamentation in the classroom.

Zheng Qing could clearly feel that the spirit that was originally excited at the school hunting competition immediately fell to the bottom just because of this sentence.

The professor's tone eased a bit: "...I emphasize this matter, not to deny you to actively participate in the school hunting competition, nor to ask you to turn all your energy back to your studies during this time. It's just that you need to pay more attention to your studies The balance between practice, practice and entertainment...Everything in Life is important, and everything you are doing should be done seriously and not half-hearted."

The atmosphere in the classroom gradually became more correct.

"Midterm exams are not difficult," the professor nodded in satisfaction, and continued to chatter: "Like last year, most of the exams are in-class, and the professors of each subject set the questions independently, and there are many open-book exams... But I am more I suggest that you set higher demands on yourself, because this test is a summary of your mastery of magic knowledge at this stage, if you want to check for gaps, this is a very good opportunity."

"In addition to learning, you also need to know some arrangements for the school hunting meeting."

"This part should have been discussed after the third thing, but considering the time, in order not to waste the last few hours of your precious vacation, I will let you know in advance."

"Next week, from Monday to Friday, um, to be precise, no official hunting competition will be arranged until noon on Friday, but related, some derivative activities of the school hunting meeting will be held in a concentrated manner, such as the freshman experience game, hunting meeting , hunting garden siege, hunting dance, hunting painting exhibition, hunting appreciation, etc., I hope everyone can do what I emphasized before, balancing the relationship between various activities and learning..."

Zheng Qing's ears moved slightly, and he heard the fat wizard in the front row whispering to the red-faced wizard next to him: "... until noon on Friday? That means the final is scheduled for Friday afternoon, taking up the time of the practical class."

"It's not surprising at all."

Zhang Jixin curled his lips: "As the saying goes, 'everything can be practiced', the opening ceremony counts as social practice, the school hunting party counts as magic practice, being occupied by Lao Yao counts as philosophical practice...Practice is a basket, big and small things can be put into it."

Although he did not participate in their chat, the young public finance student still nodded involuntarily to show his approval.

"...and the last thing, about the results of the school hunting competition and the rules of the final." This sentence on the podium immediately attracted the attention of those in the class who were distracted.

Pulled back.

Including Zheng Qing.

He looked up, and the professor was reaching into his arms, as if he was holding a report card. The young public finance student couldn't help but feel refreshed, and he sat more upright than before.

In the entire classroom, Nicholas was the only one who was more active than him. Ever since the fringe hunting team was evaluated by the professor with the word 'surprise', this thin and tall wizard from the North District has always been fidgeting, and most of them are now restless. All of them leaned forward on the table, as if they wanted to help the professor pull out the hand that was in his arms.

The entire classroom held its breath, but the projection on the podium was not in a hurry, and the movement seemed to be a little slower than before. Zheng Qing couldn't help but speculate whether the distance between Professor Yao's body and the projection was too far, causing the magic power to freeze.

Fortunately, 'stuck' is not 'stagnation'.

The professor's hand finally came out of his arms, but contrary to everyone's expectations, what was held in the professor's hand was neither a transcript nor a notebook, but a chubby duck the size of a fist.

There was a sudden shock in the classroom.

The little duck seemed to be frightened by the screams, shrank into a ball, stuffed its head under the wings and made a crisp knocking sound, Zheng Qing noticed that the little duck was made of brass.

"Be quiet, don't scare it!"

The professor reprimanded the young wizards who made a fuss in the audience, and at the same time tapped the back of the brass duck with his fingers: "...and you, you brass duck, why are you less courageous than porcelain!"

The duck stretched out its head tremblingly, and quacked twice.

"Yeah," the professor perfunctory, took out a few pellets and stuffed them into the mouth of the copper duck: "Eat quickly... finish your work early and go back to the shelf early, it's safer there."

The copper duck poked its head out, pecked and swallowed, and swallowed those few pellets into its stomach in a short while. Then he seemed to gain a bit of courage, paced back and forth on the podium, flapping his wings.

Wisps of extremely faint smoke slowly flowed out from its back following its movements.

It wasn't until then that the professor raised his head and explained briefly: "As for the results of the trials and finals, the Student Union and the Hunting Committee have decided to make a unified arrangement to announce... The location is still in the Dreamland, and the inside is very similar. It should be the same as when you watched the competition before. Almost... the smoke from this scented duck can help everyone enter the dreamland better and faster... Well, don't use magic power to resist the drowsiness, otherwise you may have a little bit of twists and turns when entering the dreamland. "

Gan.

This was Zheng Qing's last thought before his consciousness fell into darkness. Accompanied by this thought, there was also a little bit of magic that he had tried to dissipate that he had just brought up.