Hunting High School

The sky is very clean.

The few clouds gathered together under the spell of the wizard on duty in the astrological monitor, turning into sheep for a while, and rabbits for a while, or pinch out the logos of certain businesses according to their investment level, and hang them on the endless sky. The blue sky floats slowly.

On the hunting ground, the flags of dozens of official hunting teams fluttered in the breeze, while the flags of the four colleges and the first university fluttered in the wind from a higher place.

The wide field in the middle of the hunting ground belongs to the hunting team and the monsters, but now this area is shrouded in heavy gray-white fog, and the hunting team and the monsters cannot be seen, and even the staff cannot see it.

There are only balls of tumbling mist, condensing various forms of strange beasts, wandering and fighting among them.

The stands around the hunting ground belonged to the students of First University and spectators outside the school.

There are rows of wooden seats, and tiny rattans are attached to the back of the seats. On the rattans, the classic song "Go to the Hunting Ground" from the hunting competition is being sung from the blossoming trumpet flowers. The singer is a famous singer in the wizarding world. The Bailing Witch, it is said that she is the first wizard who mastered the soul sound of Mang Mountain alive, so her songs can always be immersive and memorable.

It’s just that the singer encountered an accident at the concert in Calcutta some time ago and was ill, so he didn’t come to the scene today. He just mailed a bag of morning glory seeds containing many classic hunting songs to the school hunting meeting organizing committee.

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I have to admit that the singing voice from the morning glory seems to be able to touch the soul and make people intoxicated.

But the young public finance student did not forget the purpose of owning, so he tried his best to block the moving music in his ears, forcibly pulled himself together, and looked at the silent figures on the rostrum.

Compared with the seats of ordinary audience around, the seats on the rostrum are somewhat prominent and much higher. A huge red curtain wrapped the entire rostrum, and the gold and silver interlaced fine talismans on the curtain shone brightly, exuding a colorful halo.

Under the sunlight, Zheng Qing almost felt that he saw a stream of strong energy flowing slowly between the curtains.

Energy has always been a defining element of identity, at all times.

People with great supernatural powers and great energy will naturally obtain a high position; and a higher position and a wider field of vision will naturally be more convenient when capturing energy-the two have always complemented each other.

For the wizarding world, the First University is an obvious core of power.

So the 'Academy Cup' hunting party she held naturally attracted many wizards of different identities to come to watch the ceremony and give blessings.

This is respect for the world.

Under the red curtain, there are five rows of black tables and chairs, and the number gradually increases from bottom to top.

There were only three high-backed chairs in the first row, and the corresponding nameplates clearly marked the owners of these chairs: the principal of the First University, the chairman of the Wizards Council, and the chairman of the next month's council.

It's just that these three chairs are all empty now, and none of the big guys has played.

The second row of chairs is shorter, but there are also many more.

From the center line to the left, it belongs to the two vice presidents of the First University, the four deans of the colleges, several senior members of the school working committee, and several honorary deans; to the right of the center line, are the guests of the First University: including Yue Members of the Lower Council, members of the Wizarding Council, representatives of the main institutions of the Wizarding Union, and ambassadors of other civilizations to the Wizarding Union.

There are already several figures seated in this row. Su Shijun, the legendary number one beauty in the wizarding world, should also be sitting in this row, but the young public servant has scanned several times, and even changed Lao Yao's pipe twice, but he never saw the legend. In the end, he could only give up resentfully.

However, during the scan, Zheng Qing could tell that one of the guests on the right side of the center line should be the ambassador of the "multi-armed tribe" to the Wizarding Union - after all, it has more arms, so it is easy to judge.

Although he is very interested in these weird-looking aliens, the ancient shackles in his blood still give full play to the requirements of "see no evil". Zheng Qing just took a few glances at the unrecognizable aliens shrouded in large robes, then tried to move his eyes away, and continued to look up.

There are more chairs in the third row and the next two rows, but they are still divided by the center line. On the left are the vice presidents of the four colleges of the First University, as well as a group of senior professors and old janitors; on the right are still the guests invited by the school, including the parents and patriarchs of many famous wizard families, some distinguished guests from different civilizations, and even Also includes the captains of several famous hunting teams.

Zheng Qing heard the school witches screaming in the stands more than once, calling out the names of those star hunters.

Even Zhang Jixin, who was a little out of his mind, was tongue-in-cheek, discussing with Xin Fatty the possibility of climbing up to the rostrum to ask for the hunter's signature.

"With your drunken appearance, I'm afraid you will be sent to the school hospital to lie down for half a month if you just touched those red curtains." Zheng Qing looked at the two drunk men warningly, and emphasized: "Only Based on my shallow common sense of talismans, I have already seen more than 30 shocking rune combinations on that curtain... Although it is not life-threatening, a little mental suffering will certainly not be less."

"Are there more than thirty?" Xiao Xiao muttered while biting his brush next to him, "I only saw eleven..."

The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth were slightly raised, and he tried his best to show an indifferent expression on his face, and continued to warn in a pleasant voice: "Especially you... Zhang Da Elder... You are the main hunter of our hunting team. If you enter the hospital, for To be on the safe side, we'll definitely replace someone else in this role...like Fatty."

Xin Fatty was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately clenched his fist and hit his chest.

"No problem!" He howled: "The main hunter, you deserve the red face, and I can too... Don't you want the gold star team captain's autograph? Go, I'll look after the seat for you!"

He said the latter sentence to Zhang Jixin.

Zhang Jixin slapped Fatty on the head.

"Drive me to the rostrum in such a hurry... Do you want me to die and inherit the title of my master hunter?! Tell you, it's impossible! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you do it!"

"According to Article 129 of the "Wizard Union Hunting Team Management Measures (Third Revised Edition)" in 1857, any ghost-like creatures are prohibited from serving as hunting team hunters—except for ghosts."

Next to him, Dr. Xiao Da silently opened his notebook, handed it to Zhang Jixin, and reminded: "So you must remember that if you die, you must not become a ghost... just be an earth-bound spirit."

The red-faced wizard sniffled, squinted his eyes and watched carefully for a long time, and finally fell into Xin Fatty's arms, snoring like thunder.