Hunting High School

Outside the window, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sun is shining brightly.

In the 'Eye of the Vortex', the giant wolf transformed by Erwin Hoffman was quietly shuttling among the tall grass. Not far from him, the fat and strong sika deer was kneeling and sitting in the dirt, dozing lazily.

Although the intelligence of the wild monsters is not outstanding, the various intuitions they develop by relying on instinct are quite keen.

Just like this deer demon, it can clearly perceive the strong malice coming from all directions, so it naturally chooses to hide and avoid.

Outside the vortex, between the stands.

In Morning Glory, the narrator's sentences became shorter and shorter, and his voice became more and more excited. He knows very well that this is one of the most exciting parts of a hunting game: whether the hunter can accurately mark the target, whether the monster will choose to kill the net or run away, and whether the other hunting teams can detect what is happening here——Commentator Estimated various possibilities, and selected some gimmicks to throw out, arousing the high interest of the audience in the stands.

Whether it's the fireworks team of Jiuyou Academy, the drummers of Starry Sky Academy, or the choir of Atlas, they are all dying down now, accumulating energy, and only waiting for the moment when the final result is released, they will have enough strength to make a noise. .

Inside the window, with Soprano sitting on the main seat on the sofa as the center, on one side are many cadres and secretaries of the Cheung Kei Club, and on the other side is the lonely little John Nevel—of course, there is also a hanging The portrait of the wandering wizard behind the door, but now everyone is deliberately ignoring his existence.

Many members of the Cheung Kei Club glared at the blue-green-eyed guest. If the leader who was sitting on the sofa was still quietly watching the game outside the window, they would certainly have given the most vulgar words and crudest means to him. this guest.

Even though many of them are alpha 'gentlemen'.

But because of this, they understood the meaning of Neville's previous sentence better.

That's a very serious allegation.

very serious.

Whether or not the accusation turned out to be true, it would have cost the wizards in this room some of their sense of honor. Just like a politician, when he has a 'suspect', he can no longer stand innocently in front of the world.

As a result, many people looked at the guest wearing a hood with malicious eyes, clearly expressing to him that this room does not welcome him.

Soprano didn't speak immediately.

He even took the time to change his posture, and it was more comfortable to lean on the low-back sofa.

Then he picked up a piece of panda toffee from the tea tray again with his fingers, put it under his nose, and sniffed it.

"It's not surprising." The leader of the Cheung Kei Club squinted his eyes and repeated in a slow tone: "It's not surprising... just like this piece of milk candy, there will always be a little bit of sweetness mixed in fishy."

"The forest is getting bigger, and there will be all kinds of birds... Maybe I should be happy about it. Our society is finally getting a little better... It's not that any cat or dog society is at risk of being infiltrated by those big bosses."

In the end, he seemed to think of something interesting, and laughed softly.

But the rest of the room wasn't naive enough to think that this would just be the way it was.

Many people's faces were pale.

From what he said, it seemed that Mr. Soprano didn't mind Neville's guess. This also means that he also agrees that Cheung Kei will not be so clean.

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This made many people feel uneasy.

Even though Andrew Taylor, who had just joined the club, didn't understand the meaning of Neville's words, it didn't affect him to deeply feel the sudden undercurrent in this lounge.

"It is not so much that Cheung Kei Club is an independent society, but we are a group of like-minded partners in the 'Blood Friends'. Just like a long time ago, some people did not agree with the fundamentalism of 3a, so they split off and finally developed ' Like a behemoth like the Hemophilia... the Cheung Kei Society was born in this way."

Soprano put the toffee back on the coffee table, stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, raised his head, and looked at the five stubby fingers against the sun.

"Hemophilia is too loose," he whispered, with a deep sigh:

"There is no unified voice, no unified will, and there is a huge amount of energy and organization, but it has never been able to gain enough respect in this university. This is a very strange thing... since the 'Sacred Will' can rely on the 'judgment' like this If the freaks are reborn from the ashes, then there is no reason why blood friends will continue to sink."

"You agree with my thoughts, that's why you left that brand on your body."

"And it is precisely because of standing on the shoulders of the Hemophilia that Cheung Kei Society can develop so rapidly... There is no need to deny these things."

"But now that you've chosen your current team... it's better to understand where you stand."

"I don't like people standing in my lounge with their backs to me and whispering to other people outside the lounge."

As he spoke, Soprano slowly closed his five spread fingers.

One finger, one finger, slowly retracted.

He gripped so hard that even his knuckles turned white.

"Cough...cough cough..."

In the corner of the lounge, a thin wizard's expression suddenly changed, he clutched his neck and slowly slipped down on the carpet, coughing violently and convulsing.

"No...please...please...help me...help me..."

The wizard struggled, his face gradually turning purple.

But everyone turned a blind eye to his struggles.

The wizards around held their breath and quickly left that corner.

It was as if the skinny wizard had some terrible infectious disease.

Soprano's palm reopened.

The thin wizard was like a fish returning to the water, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he swallowed the air, completely ignoring the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth mixed with the snot and tears on his face.

Soprano looked back, seemingly a little surprised, with a cruel light shining in his small dark eyes:

"Please? Who are you begging?...Help you, who do you want to help you...Him, him, or him?"

The fat wizard raised his hand to draw a circle, and casually pointed to several wizards around him.

The faces of the wizards who were pointed changed greatly, but they only dared to lower their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

"This is No. 1 University, do you think I will kill you?" The fat wizard had a disappointed expression on his face: "Fog...you let me down so much."

Soprano turned his head and turned his gaze to the hunting ground outside the window again.

The thin wizard fell to his knees with a plop, weeping and moaning in a low voice: "No, I didn't..."

Soprano pursed his lips tighter and tighter.

Then he curled one finger again.