Hunting High School

Friday morning is a morning full of hope.

You only need to persist for another hour, and you can usher in two short but leisurely days.

Zheng Qing seemed to see that the beautiful weekend Life was already waving to him.

After returning to the dormitory after morning class in the early morning, he first went to check the status of the elves.

Thanks to Dr. Duzem, these little ones have been doing well lately – which means that when Zheng Qing plucked them out of their sleep for a check-up, the little ones were getting up too.

According to the physical examination form given to him by the doctor, Zheng Qing instructed the elves to make different movements to observe their physical signs; at the same time, he used the detection talisman paper to record the corresponding quantified data.

After some tossing, the elves became much more sober.

After grabbing the public fee students' ears and saying hello, these little guys flew out of the balcony one after another to collect the morning dew.

When all the data was recorded, Zheng Qing couldn't help frowning after flipping through the health data of the last week and making a simple comparison.

Even though his professional knowledge in medical care is not sufficient, after more than half a month of nurturing, he still has accumulated a certain amount of experience in elf health.

He can be very sure that the health index of the elves is slowly declining.

Although the decline is not obvious and the external performance is not outstanding, it is still a problem that cannot be ignored.

"I have to have a good talk with the doctor tomorrow," Zheng Qing muttered, putting the medical examination records into a file folder, planning to take the elves to Dr. Duzem for a review tomorrow to discuss this matter in detail.

"You called me?" Xiao Xiao, who had just changed into his courtyard robe, hadn't put on his glasses yet, so he squinted his eyes and looked at Zheng Qing: "What can we talk about tomorrow?"

Zheng Qing was stunned and let out a breath.

"When did your ears become so sensitive?" He shook his head and asked, "Have you decided which club to join? The recruitment will officially start at noon today."

"No time!" Dr. Xiao Da put on his glasses, raised his chin proudly, and snorted disdainfully.

Zheng Qing curled her lips, but said nothing.

Since the convulsion in the history class two days ago, Dr. Xiao Da has been feeling a little sensitive lately-this kind of thing is easy to understand, for those who have failed to confess their love, especially to the teacher, time will be a good medicine- —So the quiet library is where he stays for a long time after school and dinner.

Xin Fatty, on the other hand, was annoyed that those clubs with blind eyes did not send him invitation letters, so he made up his mind not to sign up.

Although Fat Brother looks round and strong, he also has a fragile heart.

Without three visits to the thatched hut and good words of persuasion, he would never join those clubs that are 'unqualified' and 'fake it'.

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As for the several small societies that sent him invitation letters, after some research, Fatty also resolutely gave up.

"This is Ning Que Wu Lan." Xin explained to his roommates in this way.

Whether Fatty really pays attention to the quality of the community, Zheng Qing is not clear. But when he heard that there was not only one member of the opposite sex in the "Freaks" club, and even the residence in the office building was used in turn with other small clubs, he had a little more understanding of Xin's choice.

According to the class schedule, there was an alchemy class on Friday morning, and a practical class from Hilda's assistant in the afternoon.

Because the possibility of them lying down and leaving the practical class cannot be ruled out, after lunch, Zheng Qing finally chose to go to the office building with Zhang Jixin to investigate the recruitment activities of the various clubs.

The schedule is a bit tight.

But as some good man once said, time is like water in a sponge, and there is always a squeeze.

Zheng Qing made up his mind and decided to squeeze out a little lunch break to finish the registration as soon as possible.

...

In the afternoon, the office building was crowded with people, bustling and bustling, and it was a lively scene.

As the annual recruiting day, at this time of year, the quiet office building can always be lively for a while.

The old students dragged out the banners of tables and chairs covered with cobwebs and dust from the tall cabinets, scrubbed them clean, and sprayed quick-acting insecticides in the corners of the office—dark corners are prone to breed ghost-headed cockroaches, and many wizards are concerned about this. Severe allergic reaction to bugs.

The elves in gray uniforms carried rags and basins, and scrubbed the old murals on both sides of the corridor clean.

Of course, in Zheng Qing's view, it might be better to directly cover these murals with a layer of velvet.

At the very least, those velvet cloths won't complain loudly that the paint on their faces has been wiped off.

According to tradition, many clubs will custom-made magical roll-up banners from Beta Town to attract first-year wizards to stop and watch and sign up - but most of the time, those handsome male and female wizard models on the roll-up banners Dozing off with squinting eyes, for them, club recruitment in the university is just a dessert between daily work, and there is no need to be so serious.

There are also some rich and powerful clubs that will prepare some magic puppets to attract young school girls.

Zheng Qing watched eagerly as several beautiful first-year witches were dragged into an office with black wooden doors by fat, fluffy puppets.

When he tried to follow the girls and squeeze through the black door, his shoulders were firmly held by Zhang Jixin.

"What do you want?" The red-faced boy shouted loudly, "That's the club of Atlas... Are you going to say a prayer of gratitude every day before eating?"

"I just want to see the novelty," Zheng Qing said insincerely, taking a breath with regret. The strong fragrance at the tip of the nose began to gradually dissipate.

"Which one are you going to participate in?" Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and looked around, looking at the figures coming and going with some worry: "Although my brother asked me to join the student union of Jiuyou College, I don't plan to enter that kind of lifeless place ...I would rather join the hunting team of Jiuyou Academy, but the hunting team in the courtyard only recruits students who are in the second grade or above... If it is not possible, I will choose a small hunting team, such as the hunting team of Sacred Will, which only recruits first-year students student……"

"First University Student Union," Zheng Qing interrupted his nagging: "Department of Foreign Affairs, I only plan to apply for this place."

"Where's your invitation letter?" Zhang Jixin's attention was diverted: "With the invitation letter, you can directly join the student union as an officer...Why are you here today?"

Zheng Qing blushed and looked like Zhang Jixin’s cousin.

He would never admit that the Student Union of First University did not issue him an invitation—for some reason, he felt that this was a very losing face.

"I've been busy recently, and I have to go on patrol tomorrow." Zheng Qing said vaguely, "Anyway, I'm going to find the registration point of the school's student union..."

"Aren't you going to join a few more associations?" Zhang Jixin couldn't help asking: "For example, the Youth Talisman Association, they must be very eager to exchange and learn with you."

"No time." Zheng Qing spread his hands and said sincerely.

Although First University does not limit the number of student clubs or organizations that students can participate in.

But considering the academic pressure, Zheng Qing finally decided to only choose to join a student organization.

Adhering to the attitude of going to the best organization, he skipped a large number of large organizations such as the Jiuyou College Student Union and Sacred Will, and directly chose the First University Student Union.

Since Jiuyou College belongs to the first university, the student union of the first university must be much stronger than the student union of Jiuyou college.

This is his simple logic.

Of course, more importantly, the First University Student Union was the only large student organization that did not send an invitation to Zheng Qing.

This made Zheng Qing look forward to this organization a little more.