Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing finally completed the task of 'guiding' and returned to his seat, it was less than ten minutes before get out of class ended.

At this time, more than half of the people in the classroom have successfully released the cleaning spell, and most of the stinky clothes in the washbasins have been cleaned by magic, and they are neatly folded on the desks.

The young public fee student looked at the pile of dirty clothes in his washbasin, and while lamenting, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate by opening the Dharma book and re-copying the analytic mantras on the blackboard.

"When you were chatting just now, no one wanted to help me clean up this pile of clothes?" Zheng Qing looked at a symbol that had just been copied wrongly on the Dharma book, and couldn't help poking heavily on the table with a quill pen He made two small pits, and at the same time looked angrily at the other wizards.

Xin Fatty's eyelids were drooping, and while writing the manuscript on the straw paper, he replied slowly: "When you were chatting with those witches, you didn't think of calling us to help."

"There's no such thing as a hot conversation!" Thinking of the situation just now, Zheng Qing suddenly lost his temper, and muttered, "I thought Li Meng would be able to master this spell quickly... I think Lin Guo has always been a quick learner. "

Having said that, it must be admitted that he overestimated Li Meng's learning ability and mistakenly thought that all geniuses were the same 'genius'.

Compared with Xin Fatty, Zhang Jixin showed great interest in another matter: "I just saw you being caught and beaten by her... How did you provoke her?"

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and didn't answer this stupid question.

Could it be that only if you offend that little aunt, will you be caught and beaten by her? She beats people based entirely on her mood!

Although he did, slightly, stimulate her a bit.

It's just that when he thinks of the little witch, the young public fund student can't help but think of what she said before, and then think of the upcoming "Campus Cup" dance, and his obligations as a "public fund student".

So he immediately changed the subject and talked about the dance on Saturday night.

"They should have told me about the fact that public funders have to attend the ball!" Zheng Qing directed the snail maiden spirit to fold the clean clothes neatly, while angrily complaining to his companions: "...instead of going through a The little girl who can't even release the cleaning spell, tell me!"

At the end, he couldn't help but look up at the front row with guilt, and lowered his voice a lot.

"There isn't a single good thing in the student union." Zheng Qing muttered in a low voice, then turned his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "You said, if I don't go to the dance, what will happen? I've been so tired these days, I've been thinking Take a good rest day before the freshman game."

Dr. Xiao raised his head and glanced at him, then adjusted his glasses.

"It's a bold idea." The doctor lowered his head again and said in a mocking tone: "If you read more history books, you will know that anyone who dares to break the tradition will either be honored as a hero or be demoted as a hero." Bear... I personally think that you are still far from a hero."

"But he's still a little bit far from a bear," Xin Fatty seemed to have discovered a new interesting topic, and finally moved his head away from the manuscript, raised his arm and gestured to Zheng Qing for his watch: "I have Kunlun snow in my storage The hair growth agent commonly used by people, you only need to put a drop or two in the bathtub, and it is guaranteed to narrow the gap between you and the bear."

Zheng Qing didn't answer his words, but sneered: "Maybe you should explain what you bought the hair growth agent for..."

"Instead of paying attention to the purpose of the hair growth agent he bought, it's better to think about whether you really want to break the tradition." Xiao Xiao helplessly interrupted the bickering between the other two, emphasizing: "If you really don't want to go, you must Prepare for the worst... you know, the school has not yet issued the final punishment for the No. 1 hunting ground incident."

"I don't want to either." The young public-funded student seemed frightened by the doctor's words, and said slowly, "It's just...just, I don't even have a dress for the ball..."

"You just need to wear your courtyard robes and your shiny Medal of Merlin, which is definitely better than those guys in gorgeous dresses." Xin Fatty snorted sourly.

"Never." Zheng Qing resolutely rejected Fatty's opinion.

"Just in time, we haven't used your medal during training." As the main hunter who forgives, Zhang Da Elder seems to be thinking about the hunting team all the time: "I remember the "Beta Town Post" introduced that every Every Order of Merlin has a permanent spell affixed to it... some might be a powerful guardian spell, some a very powerful offensive spell..."

"Bronze medals usually have summoning spells." Xiao Xiao interjected at the right time, then turned to look at Zheng Qing: "What is your summoning object?"

Zheng Qing kept a straight face and ignored them.

Because the way he got it was not honorable, Zheng Qing hated wearing the Merlin Medal very much. It seemed that there was always an invisible villain hiding behind his ears, constantly repeating the words that he was a liar, a liar, a liar.

It feels bad.

very bad.

So much so that the 'Little Summoning Charm' carried on the brass Merlin Medal has almost never been used by him - almost, because after receiving the medal at the beginning, he used it in front of the representatives sent by the Wizards Union Pass it once to prove that the medal is fully effective.

"Maybe it's a Crimean nymph?" Xin Fatty squeezed his chin, and looked at the payer thoughtfully: "I heard from Uncle that many gentlemen with small eyes like to buy Crimean nymphs. ...beautiful, cheap, and most importantly, well-behaved, and can tolerate you doing many things, many things! Of course, compared with the equally well-behaved Yingzhou nymphs, the shelf life of Crimean nymphs is slightly shorter..."

"Student, you are discriminatory!" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, the doctor and I have a good temper, so we won't beat you up!"

"I'll give you five seconds to write a suicide note." Zhang Jixin narrowed his eyes, stared at Fatty gloomyly, and snapped his knuckles.

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"I have small eyes! I have small eyes too!" Xin Fatty immediately stretched out his stubby fingers, squeezed his own small eyes, and emphasized.

The funny expressions immediately amused everyone.

"If you don't do it, you won't die. Why do you try?" The young public finance student shook his head with a pitiful tone.

"Don't change the subject!" After begging for mercy, Fatty cheered up again, and turned to look at Zheng Qing: "What kind of summon is hidden in your Merlin Medal... Girl bird? Three-headed dog? Chimera? Or the roaring Fen Lille?"

"It doesn't have to be such a powerful creature," Zhang Jixin denied, "After all, it's just a brass medal. I guess it might be goblins, ghouls, flying-headed savages and other small monsters."

"It's not ruled out that it's a yellow turban wrestler." Xiao Xiao interjected very interestedly: "After all, the Wizards Union likes to watch people order food. To Brother Qing, a yellow turban wrestler obviously sounds a little more friendly than a goblin."

"Don't guess...it's not." Seeing that everyone was talking endlessly, Zheng Qing finally raised his hand helplessly, trying to end the topic: "It's a two-headed Minotaur."