Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing woke up on Monday morning, he was still thinking about what happened in the hunting ground yesterday afternoon.

According to historical experience, he felt that even after he walked out of the dormitory building, he saw groups of wizards in black robes with serious expressions and three-pointed sword badges on their chests walking around the campus, looking for everyone involved in yesterday's brawl. It seems to be a normal thing for young wizards to take notes.

But until he finished his morning class, lingered over breakfast, and headed to East 601 of the teaching building to prepare for class, he never noticed a strange figure in the school—of course, the atmosphere among the students was still very dull, and everyone seemed to be in a hurry. I am worried about the punishment that has not yet landed.

The contrast surprised him.

When he sat in the classroom and opened the "Standard Spells: Freshman Year" in his hand, the young public finance student still couldn't figure out the reason for this contrast.

The first period on Monday is Lao Yao's spell class.

Zheng Qing is not sure whether this usually amiable middle-aged wizard will lose his temper in today's class. But everything is forewarned, and he is still fully prepared psychologically.

"This is what you call 'perfect preparation'?" Zhang Jixin picked up a long piece of parchment on Zheng Qing's desk with two fingers, raised his eyebrows high: "A self-examination?"

"There are still improvement plans." Zheng Qing rubbed his swollen face and sighed deeply: "It's a total of 8,000 words. I wrote until twelve o'clock last night... To show solemnity, I specially used I used parchment paper and Songshan ink, and I wrote every word myself, neatly and neatly, without any magic at all!"

"I don't see what this piece of parchment can do." The red-faced wizard pouted, let go of his hand, and let the parchment slowly fall back to Zheng Qing's desk.

"Whether it is useful or not is a matter of luck; but whether it is written or not is a matter of attitude." Xin Fatty's voice came slowly from the front table: "Maybe we are only missing such a review letter, and our original fate of being expelled is just a matter of attitude." With a slight deviation, I have the opportunity to get my own graduation certificate from the school..."

What Fatty said was very to the point.

Some other students who were lying on the table in a daze also seemed to have acquired some skills, and they all nodded in agreement.

This made Zhang Jixin very upset.

"I mean, you wrote it too?" Zhang Da Elder turned around and looked at Fatty mockingly: "I really doubt what you can write..."

Xin Fatty leaned against the wall, raised his eyelids, moved his eyes away from the newspaper in his hand, and hummed nonchalantly: "The review must be profound...so I wrote a little over 10,000 words. Of course, for a journalist who aspires to become a gold medal reporter For a man, a 10,000-word manuscript is a basic skill..."

Zhang Jixin's flushed face suddenly turned purple.

He looked at Fatty with the same expression as when he met the fence goblin yesterday, an urge to put a big bag over his head.

"In short, writing a self-criticism will not make everyone's situation worse... This is a good way to improve, I suggest you also write a copy, and let Downton give it to Lao Yao after class." Zheng Qing advised After saying a word to Elder Zhang, he raised his leg and kicked Fatty from under the desk: "The newspaper let me see... Did the public opinion explode? How did the newspapers comment on yesterday's incident? Did the great wizards at the school What's the latest comment?"

Fatty frowned, and handed a copy of "Beta Town Post" on the table to Zheng Qing.

His tone also seemed a little confused.

"That's what's weird about me," the school newspaper reporter scratched his head with a look of incomprehension: "There is no report...the newspapers and magazines outside the school don't have any news about the group incident between Jiuyou College and Alpha College Reports...Only the "Phuket Island Times" in an article calling on the wizarding community to clean up magic pests, mentioned a little bit of 'the small-scale riot at the No. 1 hunting ground of the First University yesterday afternoon because of the fence goblins, forcing the audience to leave early' ...But it is too different from the actual situation!"

Zheng Qing grabbed the thick newspaper and quickly flipped through it.

On the front page, there is no article about yesterday's accident; newsletter, there is no fight between the two colleges yesterday; hunting news, there is a simple comment on the last round-robin game of the school hunting club, but the content is basically about tactics and tactics. The discussion of the hunters has no room for the spectators at all.

If it was before yesterday, as the captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team, the young public finance student might have had the patience to read the comments of these games carefully, and maybe even take some notes.

But today, he was not in the mood at all.

Zheng Qing didn't even look at the final score of yesterday's game, and quickly turned to the next page.

A commentator’s article about whether the eligibility for purchasing Dharma books needs to be reviewed; Zheng Qing even looked through the recruitment notice on the middle seam and the advertisements on the last few pages—except seeing the models in short robes drawing Scratching his head and posing in the frame, the young public finance student didn't see anything worth noting.

Next to him, Xin Fatty was still chattering about his own point of view: "It's reasonable, if such a big thing happened, if the "Beta Town Post" didn't give a large commentator article on the front page, their boss should immediately Fire the editor-in-chief of the newspaper..."

"Where's the school newspaper?" Zheng Qing eagerly raised his head and looked at Fatty: "You just said that the newspapers outside the school didn't report it... What about the school newspaper? Did the school newspaper publish that incident?"

"It's natural!" Hearing Zheng Qing's question, Xin Fatty raised his head proudly, and found out the school newspaper that was just sent out this morning from the drawer: "Yesterday I worked overtime until ten o'clock, just proofreading The manuscript... Otherwise, my inspection would have been finished long ago."

Zheng Qing took the school newspaper and opened it immediately.

Below the header, a huge photo occupies more than half of the front page.

In the photo, the magic shield was lit up for the first time in the stands of Jiuyou Academy, and then spells flew into the air. Perhaps it was because this photo was taken standing on the rostrum, and the angle was very good. Against the background of the sunlight, the decisive and swift attacks of the students of Jiuyou Academy were vividly portrayed.

"This photo was chosen by me." Xin Fatty leaned forward, pointed at a few details on the photo, and added quite proudly: "Originally the editor-in-chief planned to use a piece of material provided by Alpha Academy, but their The photo is underexposed and looks a little dark... and the focus of the photo provided by Atlas is not adjusted correctly, the picture is blurred, and the face can't be seen clearly..."

Zheng Qing ignored Fatty's boasting, but quickly flipped through all the reports on yesterday's incident in the newspaper, including the news on the front page, the commentator's article on the second page, and the reporters from the school newspaper after the incident. Some student interview records.

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He felt that he needed to take a good look at his thoughts.