Hunting High School

Interviewer No. 7 is a slightly tired senior with gray-brown hair, brown eyes, and big bags under the eyes. He is sitting behind the desk, frowning and sorting out the materials at hand.

"Joe," the interviewer stood up, grabbed Zheng Qing's hand, shook it casually, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Joe Naisbitt, your interviewer, nice to meet you."

Zheng Qing touched his nose.

He didn't hear the slightest hint of happiness in the tone of the Nesbitt senior.

"Zheng Qing," Zheng Qing replied a little nervously: "Serious Zheng, refreshing Qing...It's a great honor to participate in today's interview."

Qiao nodded, sat back on the chair, and at the same time motioned for Zheng Qing to sit down too.

"Introduce yourself first."

The words of this senior were very simple, but they brought a lot of pressure to Zheng Qing.

Half a month into school, Zheng Qing felt like he was introducing himself every day. For spells, talismans, divination, potions, etc., for all the courses, in the first period, the professors will always spare half of the period for everyone to introduce themselves.

Introducing yourself a dozen times is always an interesting experience. From nervous and awkward at the beginning, to familiar and casual later, until the end, even a bit boring.

Zheng Qing was in a daze for a moment, and smiled involuntarily.

"My name is Zheng Qing. I'm from Jinzhou. I came to First University, hoping to learn more about magic."

At the beginning, Zheng Qing always felt that self-introduction was a very simple matter, so he subconsciously didn't pay attention to it. But when he first introduced himself, he found sadly that his on-the-spot reaction was not as quick as he imagined.

Of course, after introducing it more than a dozen times, he is finally used to it now.

Seemingly interested in the first sentence of self-introduction, the senior's brown eyes moved upwards, and he glanced at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing's eyes met his, and he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. He quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the table in front of him.

The table was an ordinary wooden table covered with smooth red patent leather. The senior on the opposite side looked at Zheng Qing with his chin resting on his hands. There was a notebook in front of him, and a gray quill pen was struggling to write stroke by stroke following the conversation between the two.

Zheng Qing lowered her head, just in time to see the words 'unconfident' coming out of the brush. She quickly raised her head again, looked at the senior's chin, tried her best to clear her head, and tried to compose own self-introduction:

"I am good at talismans and like to make new friends. My pet is a fox and I have adopted a group of elves."

"Tales... Little elves... These things are spread in the First University." Nasbitt nodded meaningfully, threw the quill into the ink bottle, dipped it, and took it out again: "Tell me something about you." character traits."

A drop of thick ink gathers at the tip of the quill pen, as if The next moment will fall freely onto the white manuscript paper under the action of gravity.

Zheng Qing glanced at the nib worriedly.

The quill made a loud nib blowing sound.

The drop of ink that was about to fall was sucked back into the belly of the pen with this strange sound.

"In terms of personality... I have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder." Zheng Qing took a deep breath and said quickly: "For example, from the dormitory to the library, I am used to taking the same fixed route and stepping on the same floor tiles. Looking at the same scenery, counting the number of own steps. For example, when going to the cafeteria, I am used to order vinegared cabbage, tomato beef brisket, steamed eggs, plus a combination of vegetable soup and Steamed bun.”

"I am used to familiar scenery, eating familiar food, and communicating with familiar partners. Life is in a familiar rhythm...doing familiar and unchanging things."

"Some friends say it's paranoia; others say it's conservative; others say it's a sign of not wanting to make progress."

The interviewer on the opposite side smiled slightly, and seemed to find it very interesting.

This gave Zheng Qing great courage:

"I'm not stupid, but I'm not a very smart person either. I'm average in appearance, neither fat nor thin. My academic performance has been average since I was a child. It would be nice to have an excellence award. I'm also a little indecisive when dealing with things. "

"Did you know that these remarks will have a certain negative impact on your interview results?" Naisbitt interrupted Zheng Qing's self-analysis, raised his eyebrows, and showed a curious look: "Very few people will be in the interview Emphasize the negative ... or mediocre side of own."

"It's inevitable, just like my life, it should have passed in such a rhythm." Zheng Qing spread his hands and took a deep breath:

"Originally, according to this trend, I would not have great prospects in my life. For people like me, the fate is always in the hands of God, like a floating weed in the water, to be aimless... Lifelong pursuit, 'chance' occupies It has a large proportion, just like the university major, astronomy, at first I thought it was a major for studying astrology."

"But since fate has given me a chance, a miracle has been conceived by accident... Then why not let this magical experience continue? When you can become a god yourself, fate is in the hands of God, it is a joke .”

"A gentleman should strive for self-improvement. Although I don't have such a high Realm, I still have the mentality of self-improvement. So I always hope to see further and know more."

"Very wonderful self-analysis." The senior put down his pen, raised his hands, put the four fingers of his right hand together, patted the palm of his left hand lightly, and exclaimed: "So, what do you know about our work?"

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, as the name suggests, is a department related to foreign affairs. I think that in this department, I can exercise my ability to communicate with other people, which is what I currently lack."

A witch in a white robe passed by the two of them holding a book of magic.

Then she stopped.

Zheng Qing's eyes flicked across her face, looking at her slender lips, he always felt that he had seen this face somewhere before.

The interviewer across the desk seemed familiar with witches.

He nodded at the witch and continued to ask other interview questions. The extra person next to him did not affect the rhythm of his questions at all.

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Zheng Qing had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart and concentrate on the question in front of him.

"So do you have any plans for the future?"

"I hope to successfully complete my studies at No. 1 University, and then see a wider world and a more splendid civilization."

"A very good ideal... Speaking of talismans, I heard that you are a student of the talismans of the Kunlun School?" The senior opposite put the quill in his hand back into the ink bottle, and closed the notebook in front of him. At the same time, he took off his glasses, changed his posture, stretched his body, stroked the glasses with his fingers, raised his slightly swollen eyelids, and asked.

Zheng Qing looked at the dirty things on the lens of the pair of glasses and became clean again with the brushing of his fingers. After thinking in his heart, he slowly replied: "This situation is more complicated... because I have never publicized my Master."

"I didn't admit it, but I didn't deny it either." The senior raised his eyebrows, closed his own eyes again, and said with a smile, "Okay, that's it."

Zheng Qing let out a long breath.

"You looked very nervous just now."

"I wasn't nervous at first, but after hearing a lot from others, I became nervous unconsciously."

"Relax, it's just a simple interview."

"...I thought you were going to ask me if I had any quirks or something."

"do you have?"

"No, no, just casually speaking."

"Okay, the interview is over, don't be nervous. The student union will officially announce the results of the interview within a week, and the relevant recruitment information will also be published in the next issue of the "First University Student Newspaper". Pay attention!"

"Don't you need to draw talismans or other tests on the spot?" Zheng Qing couldn't help asking while looking at the other interview tables in the room.

He prepared very sufficient materials for this exam.

"Do you need it?" The senior adjusted his glasses and showed a smile on his face: "If a public-funded student who can write all the runes by heart needs to be assessed by a 'poor student' like me, it would be a shame to the First University."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, thanked her repeatedly and left.

From the beginning to the end, the witch in white robe stood beside this interview table with her arms folded, watching Zheng Qing's interview with cold eyes, without saying a word.

Even Zheng Qing nodded and smiled at her before leaving, but this witch's stinky face could not be relieved a little.

"Is there something wrong, Minister Coty." The interviewer turned to look at the witch: "Chairman Korma seems to have something to do with you just now."

"Vice Chairman Colmar," the white-robed witch emphasized, then turned her head to look at Zheng Qing's disappearing figure, flipped through the application form on the table, with a strange look on her face: "He came to the Foreign Affairs Department for an interview? What is your name."

"You don't know him... Anyway, he is considered a celebrity among the freshmen this year," Joe Nesbitt stood up and stretched his waist: "He is a public-funded student of Jiuyou College this year, his name is Zheng Qing, and he applied to join Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"I knew it was him..." The witch named Coty frowned, folded the thin application form in her hand, and threw it into the trash can next to her: "I heard about this person, he just entered school He recited the school's punishment; and a few days ago, he randomly jumped in the line during the meeting with His Excellency Augustus at No. 18 Gamma Street. "

"However," the wizard frowned, his face a little ugly: "Minister Alvin said..."

"Ha!" The witch widened her eyes and laughed sharply: "Minister Alvin? Although he is the minister of the study department, what does it have to do with our foreign affairs department? Which department recruits new students!"

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs." The warlock sighed, glanced over the trash can, and stopped objecting.

As if the witch had won the victory, she held her head high and left the interview table.