Hunting High School

The sharp cry of the stick figures echoed in the classroom.

The originally chaotic and noisy atmosphere quieted down almost instantly.

Everyone is sitting upright, waiting for the professor to come.

Zheng Qing quickly put the newspapers and books on the desktop into a drawer, then opened "Standard Spells: Freshman Year", put his arms on the desk, and made a serious expression of previewing.

"boom!"

The classroom door was pushed open heavily.

Holding the handouts in his arms, Lao Yao strode up to the podium.

Zheng Qing raised his head slightly and glanced carefully. The professor had a straight face and a very serious expression.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Lao Yao tapped his pipe on the desk, attracting everyone's attention: "Put away your books! There was no regular meeting last night, so let's talk about a few things before class today! "

"coming."

The wizards sitting in the back row of the classroom glanced at each other calmly, sitting more and more straight.

"The first thing is what happened on the No. 1 hunting ground yesterday afternoon."

As expected, Lao Yao mentioned this matter at the beginning, and it was also a topic that everyone was most concerned about: "Everyone was at Hunting Ground No. 1 yesterday, stand up!"

The young wizards and wizards in the classroom looked at each other cautiously, dawdling and daring to get up.

Zheng Qing sighed, and stood up first before the professor on the podium got mad.

As a public fee student, he always has more confidence than others.

With his leadership, the others seemed to let go of their burdens and push away the stools one after another to stand up. For a while, the classroom was filled with the sound of 'squeaking' from chairs rubbing against the floor.

Soon, most of the people in the classroom stood up—as a freshman, everyone is very enthusiastic about any group activity. If it is in the class of sophomore or junior, there will probably be fewer people going to the stage half; and in the senior year, the heavy academic pressure and the registered wizard exam can drive most people crazy, except for those outstanding students who have solved these problems very early, few senior students are in the mood to sit in the stands with a group of low-level students. The grade guys chatted and laughed carelessly.

Lao Yao crossed his arms and slowly paced back and forth on the podium, looking up at the young wizards standing there from time to time, as if he was thinking about how to educate these young people.

Once, twice, three times.

"I'm very disappointed." This was the first sentence Lao Yao said: "I'm very disappointed in you."

He stopped, stood behind the desk, leaned on the edge of the desk with both hands, frowned, and said sadly: "As a member of Jiuyou Academy, like those students in blue robes, they are all thinking about using Solving problems with violence...Of course, I don’t have any objections to Starry Sky Academy’s style, but I think that as students of Jiuyou Academy, you should have your own style and own choices!”

"But exams can't stop those fence goblins." Zheng Qing murmured silently in his heart. He really couldn't imagine that Jiuyou Academy had any other features and styles besides exams.

Besides throwing spells at each other, do they have any other way to stop Alpha Academy's attack?

Maybe appeal to Dan Hager? The premise is that they can get out of the guardian formation of the First University, and the judges of the Wizarding Supreme Court accept a conflict case caused by a group of young wizards due to quarrels and ideological contradictions.

Oh, and there seemed to be a circuit court in Phuket, but the young public payers were very skeptical that the circuit judges would accept their appeals.

On the podium, Lao Yao spit and scolded the young wizards in the audience. From their reckless behavior, to their irresponsible behavior, to their untidy attire, and their loose grasp of spells—especially the last point, Zheng Qing felt that Lao Yao was very concerned about this point.

Maybe the professor's attitude would have been a little better if the spells in the stands of Jiuyou Academy were thrown more quickly and more accurately? After all, he is the professor of the Charms class, and if the students have a good grasp of the spells, he can also get a little satisfaction from another aspect.

The young public finance student lowered his head, thinking wildly, expressing a sad expression, nodding from time to time, as if expressing unconditional support for the professor's words.

This is a very wise choice.

Lao Yao reprimanded him for five minutes, maybe ten minutes. In short, when the cleaning elf in the classroom refilled him with a new cup of hot tea, the professor finally stopped talking and took a break for a few seconds.

"...All the students who participated in that incident yesterday, everyone, give me a review paper of more than 5,000 words before the holiday this Friday!" At this point, Lao Yao raised his voice and emphasized: "We must Profound! Reflect on yourselves deeply, what is wrong and where is wrong! As a student of Jiuyou Academy, what should you do in the face of this kind of thing! There must be improvement measures, and you must not be perfunctory!"

"If you write less than 5,000 words, if you miss one word, you will deduct one credit!"

"I'll see if you can improve your memory!"

Zheng Qing blinked, took a deep breath, raised her foot, and carefully kicked Zhang Jixin in front of her.

The red-faced wizard stared blankly at the professor on the podium, without saying a word.

Zheng Qing noticed that on his desk, there were less than 20 lines written in the self-criticism paper, and it was estimated that the total number of words would never exceed 600 words.

It's really a sad story.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Pfft..." Xin Fatty, who was sitting in front of Zheng Qing, finally couldn't bear it anymore, lowered his head, trying to restrain himself from laughing out loud.

"Banna? Do you have an opinion?" Old Yao looked at Fatty with a stern expression.

"No, Professor." Xin Fatty raised his head quickly, his face was covered with tears at some point, and he said in a choked tone: "I just feel sorry for my behavior yesterday, and I feel ashamed of being a nine-year-old student. "

Hearing what he said, Lao Yao's face immediately softened a lot.

Zheng Qing looked at Fatty with great admiration, and he felt that he seemed to be unable to be so thick-skinned in his life.

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The school should award him a statuette. The young public finance student thought in his heart that even if he couldn't be a qualified reporter, he would definitely be an excellent actor.

After the reprimand, Lao Yao mentioned several other things.

One thing is the 'College Cup' dance party this Saturday, and he hopes that everyone can spare time to participate as much as possible.

"This is a very good social occasion. I hope that everyone will participate in this kind of activities more, which is very good for your growth." When the professor finished this topic, he emphasized again: "...Of course, the same sentence, Don’t make trouble! If another accident like yesterday’s happened again, don’t think that the school will allow you to organize any activities in the second half of the year!”

The other thing is the freshmen hunting game.

"Due to the changes in the arrangement, the Freshman Hunting Competition will be held earlier this weekend, and the time will be from 1:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. on Sunday." Lao Yao said, raising his eyelids and glanced around: "I remember that some students in the class organized own Hunting team, plan to participate in this year's freshmen hunting competition?"

Zheng Qing couldn't help raising her airs, and straightened her body even more.

He noticed that Downton and Matthew Karen seemed to be a little more focused.

"Very good, very good." The professor nodded, with a smile on his face for the first time today: "For you, this is a very good opportunity to exercise...Everyone has only This is an opportunity to participate in the freshman competition. No matter what the result is, it is worth remembering; no matter what the final score is, I will give every participating student a little credit encouragement."

"You deserve it."