Hunting High School

A Jamaican in a silver dress stood at the door of West 201 classroom.

He is wearing small dreadlocks, his skin is dark and shiny, and he has a strong figure. Even through the wide robe, he can feel the great strength contained in the bulging muscles.

There are still more than ten minutes before the class starts, and the classroom is full of people, talking about the upcoming moon hunting, or discussing the recent mysterious monsters by the Linzhong Lake, or simply falling asleep with their textbooks in their hands, supplementing the sleep that is never enough .

No one seemed to notice the guest standing at the door of the classroom.

The Jamaican looked at the new students delicately, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

A few years ago, he also sat here, chatting with his friends, wantonly speculating on the majesty of the great wizards, and casually commenting on the rookies on the wanted list.

But now, he has matured a lot.

Although he is only one or two years older than these young people in the classroom, he already knows that some things are true and false in a single thought. It takes only a few months to mature.

The noon light shines through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving light spots of different shades on the floor.

The breeze blowing and the clouds flowing in the sky made these light spots tremble violently, bringing the absent-minded Jamaicans back to reality.

After a while, he knocked on the classroom door with his fingers.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it happened to be heard clearly by everyone in the classroom.

The originally lively atmosphere subsided a little.

Many people are examining this uninvited guest with surprised eyes.

"who is he?"

"I haven't seen it before... Is it a junior retraining student?"

"Could it be that there are cases of failing in history class! It's incredible... I've never heard of it..."

"It does look quite old...Maybe it's the new teaching assistant?"

"Oh... no, I came to this class honestly because of beautiful Sima... If I have to look at this dark face all morning... I will do it all night nightmare!"

Maybe the last harsh comment was a little louder, and it seemed a bit abrupt and rude in the empty classroom.

The stranger at the door looked stagnant, resisting the urge to throw a few small-scale hurtful spells in the room, and tried to straighten his body a bit more.

Because he remembers the own task.

So be sure to pay attention to your image.

"Ahem!"

The stick figure on the sticker behind the door woke up at some point and coughed twice.

There are still two snot bubbles hanging from its nose, and dark double shadows can be vaguely seen under the monotonous coils at the corners of its eyes.

"The teacher is not here!" It first solemnly announced this important message.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the strange black man at the door of the classroom is not a teaching assistant in an acting history class. The beautiful teacher Sima will still appear on the three-foot-wide podium in the near future.

But some remain skeptical.

After all, the bad behavior of these stick figures can be described as 'notorious', and many freshmen have already been tricked by their lies. So it seems necessary to be cautious.

"The vice-chairman of the First University Student Union, the chairman of the Alpha College Student Union, His Majesty the King in the Arcana Star Coin, the third-level re-elected public-funded student, the head of the Hemophiliac, the great Augustus..."

With a high-pitched voice, the stick figure finished the title with a lot of adjectives in one breath, and then got stuck.

"What do you have to do with Augustus?" It tilted its head, covered its mouth, and whispered loudly to the Jamaican: "What's your name?"

There was a second of silence in the classroom.

Then burst out laughing.

Many people patted the table, covered their stomachs, and tears flowed from laughter.

"It's so funny!" Zheng Qing twisted his expression, squeezed Xiao Xiao's shoulders, pounded the table hard, and said with a smile, "I never knew that stick figures can be so funny..."

"Image," Xiao Xiao tried his best to support the crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose, his voice trembling: "Pay attention to the image...you are a public-funded student of Jiuyou College."

Zheng Qing didn't know where to laugh, and slid under the table with a smile.

The Jamaican at the door couldn't help laughing too.

"I'm sorry," he waved to the freshmen, and said in a brisk tone, "Although I don't come to the school often to take classes...but these stick figures should not be so bad in my impression."

His voice was not loud, and his speaking speed was still fast, but every word he said was very clear, and everyone could hear him clearly.

"What did you say?" The stick figure on the white paper behind the door crossed his hips and asked loudly, "Young man, you have to be responsible for what you say! What is bad..."

The Jamaican ignored it and snapped his fingers.

An elf on the top of the blackboard rushed down quickly, holding a piece of white chalk, and delivered it to the black man.

"As a senior, I'm here to give you a little trick."

As he said that, the Jamaican grabbed the chalk and painted on the stick figure vigorously, saying as he painted:

"Although the seniors have used very interesting magic techniques on these stick figures, it's just a picture after all... And it's just a stick figure... Don't expect too many magical mysteries hidden between those lonely lines... Nor can one expect a sophisticated anti-stain spell to stick to this bare white paper."

While talking, the villain in the stick figure has been covered by thick chalk dust.

Soon, its figure disappeared on the white paper.

"It's like a window, when you don't like the view from the window, just draw the curtains." The Jamaican ended his own performance and flicked the chalk into the air.

The elf in overalls vibrated its wings, and with a quick pounce, it caught the chalk tip and put it back in the pencil case.

There was warm applause in the classroom.

The Jamaican straightened his dreadlocks, tilted his head slightly, covered his chest with his right hand, and bowed slightly.

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"thank you very much."

He raised his head, the humorous smile on his face disappeared, and said in a slightly serious voice:

"Sorry to bother you all."

"I am the emissary of His Excellency Augustus."

"You can call me Daly III."

The clamor in the classroom died away quickly, and everyone read some important message in the serious expression of the Jamaican. While many have not heard the name Daly III, everyone knows the name Augustus.

This is the most prestigious title among alpha students.

It also represents a huge energy.

The alpha students in the classroom immediately became serious. They understand what the name stands for better than anyone in any other house. Some people even stood up nervously, lowered their heads slightly, and expressed their own respect with actions.

"I'm looking for classmate Zheng Qing." Dai Li III resumed his brisk tone. He raised his head slightly, his eyes swept across the dark crowd, with a decent smile on his face: "excuse me, is classmate Zheng Qing there?"