Hunting High School

Late Wednesday night.

Jiuyou Academy, Room 101 in the office building.

The Nine Universities Branch of the First University Professor Joint Conference is having an informal meeting in this conference room.

To be precise, this meeting is not an informal meeting.

On the Wednesday evening of the last week of every month, the professors will hold a regular meeting in this conference room to summarize the work results of the month and arrange the teaching tasks for the next month—but most of the time, many professors with heavy research tasks will Excuse me to excuse this formalistic meeting.

But this time is different.

Ruoyu, the vice president of First University, who is in charge of the work of the school working committee and the rotating chairman of this month's joint meeting of professors, personally sent a letter asking all registered professors to attend the meeting on time, and those who fail to arrive will be punished.

This stern attitude obviously says a lot.

In addition, September is the start of the school month, and the affairs are complicated; October also belongs to the traditional "moon hunting" of First University, and various arrangements are even more messy.

So the professors affiliated to Jiuyou College hurried to this big conference room just after dark, intending to take a comfortable seat and discuss with other people the annoying 'little things' in the college recently.

For example, on the admission plane at the beginning of the month, the banshee who jumped into the cabin;

Another example is the interesting good seedlings in this freshman class, and those aristocratic families whose nostrils are higher than the sky;

Another example is some wild animals that slipped into the mansion—especially the group of sand caught by the school work committee.

The professors all privately rumored that the sand and slurry spit out by the group of little bugs was enough to fill a large bucket, which was enough to bathe the grass sperm, but they didn't know where the stingy school working committee hid these precious experimental materials. place.

"This time, we must make those old misers vomit some blood," a chubby wizard panted shaking his hat, sitting on a high-back chair, gnashing his teeth in a low voice: "My talk about 'resonance state particles is dropping The energy release phase in the dimensional environment' experiment is coming to an end, and the royal jelly is almost used as a buffer... They actually told me to report! What a joke, when will the experiment in the courtyard be so troublesome!"

"The school work committee is in charge this month, so you should be quiet." The short wizard sitting next to him persuaded with a peaceful attitude: "If you have a disagreement because of this, they will lower your KPI this month. Affecting the progress of the experiment next month, there is no place to cry!"

"It's against them!" The fat wizard was furious, but he couldn't help lowering his voice: "Is this a school for wizards or a school for school workers... When the old headmaster was here, this kind of thing never happened!"

"This is the crux of all the troubles." Lao Yao stood behind the two wizards at some point, and sighed: "Our lovely headmaster went on vacation somewhere... When he comes back, I will report to him Views."

The two wizards who were chatting quietly were startled, and looked at the smiling middle-aged man in front of them in fear.

"Principal Yao," the fat wizard wiped the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his hands uneasily, and whispered, "Don't bother Mr. Principal with such trivial matters...we just discuss and discuss in private...if necessary, we will Report to the courtyard!"

"Don't call me Dean...you can call me Professor Yao, or Lao Yao." Lao Yao repeatedly waved his hands to stop the greetings from the two professors, and at the same time gave the short wizard a very obvious look.

"Then you talk, I think there is a topic that needs to be discussed with Zhang Yu in terms of schedule," the short wizard looked at the two with a smile, nodded, tapped his toes, and quickly slipped into the depths of the meeting room go.

The fat wizard wanted to cry without tears, and looked at his far away companion with a sad face, but under the gaze of Lao Yao, he didn't dare to lift his legs and leave.

"Is the thing you just said all right?" Lao Yao raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised: "Will it not affect your experiment?"

"It doesn't affect, it doesn't affect!" The fat wizard waved his hands again and again, and said in a firm tone: "This difficulty can be overcome by gritting your teeth..."

"Since you can overcome it...then you were deliberately spreading hate speech just now." Professor Yao took out his big pipe from his pocket, stuffed it with shredded tobacco, lit it, and took a slow puff.

The light blue smoke slowly floated up, blurring and distorting his smiling face.

It looks like a monster that chooses to eat people.

The fat wizard gaped.

Spreading hate speech on campus is not a big crime.

It’s not serious, because most of these things require people to testify freely, and the degree of interest in the words can be adjusted up and down by the investigators; it’s serious, because under the model where the First University governs the four colleges, any Speech that will cause instability in the school falls under the category of 'strike hard'.

"Tell me," the fat wizard finally realized something, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a helpless expression, "tell me what to do."

"That's right," Lao Yao patted his shoulder with a smile on his face, leaned into his ear and said, "I heard that you just opened the wine made from the soul-returning Yanghua, and you took a hundred and eighty catties to rinse your mouth... ..."

"One hundred and eighty catties!" The fat wizard looked at him in shock, and shouted loudly, "It's a robbery! You can't use that much even if you take a bath!"

This scream caught the attention of many wizards in the meeting room.

Lao Yao quickly pulled his shoulders and said in a low voice, "You really guessed right... It's just a bath... Don't worry, don't worry."

As he spoke, he looked around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he explained in a low voice: "You know the male student who came to the courtyard this year."

"It's the kid who drew good talismans and scared Miss Zhang into a fool?" The fat wizard frowned and muttered: "Ah... I heard that there was a lot of rumors yesterday, saying that it was in Emma's class. Passed out... Speaking of which, the wine made by Huihun Yanghua Niang does have some special effects on the soul."

"That's what it means." Lao Yao clapped his hands together, but forgot that he was still holding a pipe in his hand.

The pipe was shaken out a thick blue smoke, and a string of golden red sparks.

It looked like a dragon sneezed.

"Liar!" The fat wizard rolled his eyes, and spread his hands helplessly: "Use this kind of wine to requiem the soul, just wipe it off all over the body, and there is no need to soak people in it...not to mention whether it will Soak that hammer, even if I am willing to give it to you, I won’t be able to take out so much stock... The jars that have been produced this year are only about 30 catties."

"Then twenty catties!" Lao Yao unceremoniously took off the big head.

"Hehe..." The fat wizard laughed dryly, and raised a round finger.

"Ten catties?" Professor Yao frowned, his face full of reluctance: "Ten catties is too little...I'm afraid it won't take long."

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"Do you still plan to use this kind of folk remedy as a regular treatment?" The fat wizard retorted weakly: "Besides, it's not ten catties... it's one catty... Everyone else has already mentioned and ordered, and there is no more."

"One catty!" Lao Yao rolled his eyes strangely and was about to get angry.

"One catty is one catty, one catty is enough." Professor Li of Potions grabbed Lao Yao from behind and tried to dissuade him: "Pay attention to your image, don't shout here."

"Image?" Professor Yao sneered, with disdain on his face: "How much is image worth? Everyone in this room doesn't know who is who? If throwing a little Face can clean up that troublesome brat, I'll clean up the face myself." Tear it off and wipe the floor for everyone...If the left side is not enough, tear off the right one!"