Hunting High School

"Unlucky."

Zhang Jixin, who was standing outside the defensive formation, spat viciously.

"There are even more unlucky things." Zheng Qing sighed, and said, "Because it's just a freshman match, the school's procedures are not so strict...I mean the roster."

He glanced gloomyly at the roster on the podium table.

Apologize and the others reacted almost immediately.

In a regular hunting game, each hunting team will conduct a separate pre-match inspection, and from the pre-match inspection, the hunters will only use 'code name' as their respective titles to avoid some hidden magic curses.

However, as a game that is more entertaining than competitive, the freshmen game is very rough in this regard.

All the hunters gathered in this small auditorium, and the roster with everyone's names was casually held and read aloud by a few old students. If it was on weekdays, no one would care about such details. But after today's accident, that roster has clearly become the 'Achilles' heel' for all the hunters in the small auditorium.

At this moment, the 'heel that has not been dipped in holy water' is dangling under the long pointed nose of the puppet, which is disturbing to watch.

Fortunately, the puppet as the host was still immersed in the various noises made by other people's impact on the door, and beat the time with an intoxicated expression on his face, and his two slender arms shook like a convulsion, as if he was directing a group of people. A grand symphony concert.

The explosion of talismans is the sound of drums, the scream of spells is clarinet, and the tremor of swords and swords is the sound of triangle iron and violin! It was mingled with the shouts and screams of young wizards and wizards--not even the famous actors in real operas would try so hard.

The puppets slid from one end of the rostrum to the other like a whirlwind, completely immersed in the world of own music, and let the audience make more noise.

The 'riot' of the young wizards lasted for less than half an hour, until all the people who tried to rush out found that they were helpless against the red light film, and finally gave up in despair, and the riot gradually came to an end.

On the rostrum, the beating puppet finally slowed down the frequency of convulsions. With the sound of the explosion of the last talisman, it trembled and shivered, ending its commanding career.

"Cry! Laugh! Make trouble!"

The puppet opened his arms and sang in an exaggerated aria:

"Let's fight!"

"Struggle!"

"Desperate!"

"Feel each other's existence in blood, and pursue the meaning of existence in Death."

"This is you! A group of amoeba derivatives!"

"but me!"

"The great night? Phantom Shadow? Puppeteer? Your Majesty the Puppet!"

"It will help you single-celled creatures understand the true meaning of life on the hunting ground!!"

There was silence under the rostrum.

This time, everyone was not silent in curiosity, but silent in fear.

On the rostrum, the puppet man who had finished the aria suddenly bent down and turned around, covered his ears and asked behind in a low voice: "How was what I just said? Is it contagious? I pondered this passage all night, and it was not until ten minutes ago Finished with the screams of those little ones..."

"Your Highness! What you said is really great!!"

"It makes people cry and speaks the truth of the Universe!"

"Touching and thought-provoking!!"

"Words cannot describe the strong appeal of your words!"

In the shadows behind the puppet, a bunch of numbing compliments and praises sounded in disorder, making the young wizards in the audience want to gag.

But the puppet man on the rostrum liked the appearance of these compliments very much. It even took off its own head again and bowed in exaggerated gestures, as if it had just finished a grand opera performance.

"Thank you! Thank you very much! I will continue to work hard!!" The puppet man bowed vigorously, his head in a high hat was rolling on his fingertips, and thanked loudly in a buzzing voice: "Thank you for your applause !! Thank you everyone for the long! No! No! Applause!!"

The following words are spoken very forcefully, even giving people a feeling of gnashing their teeth.

Almost immediately there were three or five loud applause in the shadows behind the rostrum.

The puppet still lowered its head, looking at the young wizards in the audience, motionless.

for a long time.

Zheng Qing hesitated and patted his hands lightly.

"Thank you!!" The puppet thanked him loudly almost immediately.

Zheng Qing sighed and poked the doctor next to him.

Xiao Xiao tucked the notebook under his arm, and clapped expressionlessly.

Soon, led by them, there was a burst of warm but slack applause in the small auditorium.

The puppet finally put his head back on his neck again, then stood up straight, and raised the brim of his hat:

"Politeness is always more important than people think."

It took out a neatly stacked white silk handkerchief from its front breast pocket, pretended to wipe the corners of its eyes, sighed, and said so.

"In response to your enthusiastic applause, I announce the second rule of the hunt."

"rule, no2, when hunting, the biggest rule is that there are no rules!"

"In my hunting ground, you don't need to consider such things as "One Hundred and Eight Guidelines for Hunting" or "Some Explanations of the Hunting Rules of the Wizarding Union's Hunting Committee", and you don't need to care about friendship, face, honor and other burdens words, let alone pay attention to boring numbers such as casualty rate and number of Deaths!"

"You don't need to think about this at all... Am I going to deduct points for these ridiculous reasons?!"

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The puppet laughed shrilly, waved its arms vigorously, and loudly denied:

"No! Of course not!!"

"I will never deduct points from a certain captain just because he twisted the head of his disobedient player!"

"And absolutely no points will be deducted from a hunting team for poisoning a river!"

"Let's not deduct points from the two hunting teams because they fought to the last person left!"

"You don't need to pay attention to those backward, funny, weird notes..."

"The only thing you need to pay attention to is how to get the final victory... to get the only chance of survival."

"Yes, the only chance of survival."

"This is the third rule in my hunting ground... rule, no3, only the victor can leave my hunting ground!"

"Death? That's a must!"

"Only blood can wake up your dazed little heads!"

"No one is going to die, so let you all come out alive?! You are all alive, who will water our barren and nutrient-poor hunting grounds? Who will feed our lovely, hungry secret garden elves?!"

As if to answer its question, an old and greedy voice sounded from the puppet's top hat: "I'm so hungry..."