Hunting High School

As the saying goes, if you beat someone, don't slap them in the face, and you will see each other better in the future;

But 'Half Face', or John Neville Jr. obviously didn't care about such conventions. In front of Andrew Taylor, he carelessly mentioned that in a certain practice class not long ago, the Young Master of Taylor's family avoided the provocation of Karen's family and raised his avoidance card, which immediately shocked the whole lounge. The atmosphere here became awkward.

In Alpha Academy, especially among the children of the aristocratic families, the 'sense of honor' has always had a very delicate position. Two strange wizards can not only cherish each other because of their common 'honor' and become best friends, but they can also fight because of a little 'face' and become hostile for life.

Therefore, most alpha wizards are very cautious when meeting for the first time.

Be careful with every word, word, and sentence you say, every movement you make, and even every look in your eyes—after all, no one wants to cause any trouble for no reason.

Therefore, when Neville was unceremoniously sarcastic in front of everyone, the first reaction of many people in this room was not to turn back, but to carefully reflect on themselves, whether they had done something wrong.

In the eyes of some people who don't know what's going on, this kind of cautious reaction is often described as "emotions and anger are not visible", or commendatory words such as "family demeanor" and "great witch temperament". Of course, in the eyes of the other colleges of the First University, this is naturally another evidence of Alpha's 'hypocrites'.

Although Andrew Taylor hasn't stayed in Alpha Academy for a long time, but with his similar family background, he is easily familiar with the way of "Alphas" to behave in the world.

So the young werewolf didn't act aggressively after blushing, he just looked a little dazed - the phrase 'a hot face with a cold ass' can describe his current mood very vividly.

He was a little confused, why the senior cadre of the Hemophilia in front of him expressed dissatisfaction with him.

He didn't understand, and Neville naturally had no obligation to tell him.

For Neville, he had too many reasons to be dissatisfied.

Due to the sudden emergence of the owner of this room, the "gambling" business, which was originally exclusive to the Hemophilia, was forced to give up a lot of shares and lost a lot of profits; even the new channels he worked so hard to open up were picked peaches halfway.

This made him feel like he was gradually becoming 'useless'.

This is totally intolerable.

Neville will never forget that when he was seven years old, his Little Sister, who was only three years old but was identified as having no magical talent, was carried in a basket by the butler, taken out of the house, and never came back.

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The only explanation for this from the elders in the clan was 'she is useless'.

Little Neville still remembers very clearly that before going out, Little Sister grabbed his finger and kept calling for 'sugar, candy', while he was holding on to the 'Panda Toffee' in his hand reluctantly.

So ever since the owner of this room forced him to hand over a lot of benefits, he has always had a strong sense of crisis. I am afraid that I will be carried in a basket and thrown out, and I am afraid that the toffee in my hand will be taken away.

But now, these guys still want to play the game and control the market to some extent!

This annoyed him all the more.

As a traditional businessman, John Neville Jr. has always believed that there is no quality more important than honesty. Especially for the 'gaming' business, every coin cast by the guests is a manifestation of their trust in him.

And now, he was about to personally destroy the reputation of OWN - even though the guests didn't know it, in his heart, he was almost penniless.

A penniless businessman would naturally have the urge to smash everything.

Rather than saying that Neville was mocking the little werewolf in Taylor's family, it might be better to say that he was expressing some kind of dissatisfaction with the owner of this room by 'beating the dog'.

"Oh, young people nowadays are too impulsive." A hoarse and oily voice came from behind the door, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room.

This made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

Little John Neville turned his head and saw a familiar figure as expected.

"Young man, you will naturally be more angry... Besides, we are not like you, we are just a shadow hanging on the wall." The wizard who was wearing a hood even in the room looked back at the picture frame hanging behind the door , mockingly said: "At least we still have a 'good heart'."

On the photo in the wooden frame behind the door, there is a shadow of a tall and thin wizard - he is also an 'acquaintance' of Zheng Qing, the owner of the homeless bar on Beta Town Pedestrian Street, who was privately identified by the students as a black The wizard's 'wandering wizard'.

"Conscience?" The wandering wizard hesitantly said, "It's such a nostalgic word."

Perhaps the cramped area of ​​the photo frame made him lack some space to play. After the wandering wizard in the portrait raised his arm, he finally gave up the plan to pull the peaked hat brim.

"John is right...we all still have a good heart." Maybe he finally noticed the abnormal atmosphere in the room, and the back figure sitting on the main seat on the sofa finally turned his head sideways to look at the guest standing at the door.

Then he pushed the tea tray on the coffee table and recommended: "This is the 'Panda Toffee' just sent by the Wandering Club. It tastes very pure... Would you like a piece?"

At last little John Neville looked up.

Those blue-green eyes looked a little dim in the room.

His eyes fixed on the plate of 'Panda Toffee', and finally sank into the shadow under the hood again.

"I thought I'd see you after the hunting party, sir." Neville greeted the fat wizard sitting on the main seat with a very standard honorific.

The fat wizard is one of the twin stars of the Hemophilia, the vice-chairman of the Student Union of the Alpha College, and the leader of the Cheung Kei Society.

"It's just a performance." Soprano's lips twisted hard, his voice was very low: "I'm not Lei Zhe or His Excellency Augustus... No one will notice a certain low-ranking hunting team." Did the team send alternates to take part in the hunt?"

"It's really a pity." Neville sighed exaggeratedly: "I just recommended Cheung Kei Hunting Team to those young wizards..."

There was silence in the living room for a while.

Everyone looked at the scene on the wasteland outside the window absently.

In the hunting ground, although the prey sika deer swiftly passed through the crossed lines of defense of the two hunting teams, it did not cause the slightest ripple in the room.

"I heard you didn't wear a mask when you went out to work today?" After a while, Soprano finally spoke.

His eyes were still fixed on the hunting ground, his face was expressionless, and no one could read anything from the deep, dark eyes on his fat face.

"It's such a big school, and my features are a bit too obvious... Since everyone will be familiar with them sooner or later, I simply don't bother with those troublesome things." Half of his face replied briskly, raising his head, revealing his pair of very different colors s eyes.

Soprano finally looked back from the window.

He stared at half his face.

It wasn't until the blue-green eyes looked away anxiously that the fat wizard of Alpha said coldly: "Whether you can be recognized by others is a matter of probability... and whether you wear a mask or not is a matter of attitude."

"If you don't even have the attitude to cover up, then next time you are caught by the school as a model, don't blame others for standing by."