Hunting High School

"Four years from now, I will definitely write a report."

"Hang it on the trading platform of the Wandering Bar."

"The name is 'The First University Freshman Tournament Complete Raiders (Warning to the students who will come later!)'... Then you will definitely make a lot of money by revealing all the messy things in the school."

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While muttering, Zheng Qing grabbed the black quill floating beside him, and smoothly signed own's name at the end of the parchment scroll.

A stream of golden-red flames flowed out from the tip of the pen, etching dark brown marks on the parchment.

After the name was signed, a layer of clear light appeared on the parchment, reflecting Thomas's face very clearly.

"Good idea, but I don't recommend you to do this." The young teaching assistant raised his hand and stuffed the parchment contract under Xiao Xiao's nose, turned his head to look at Zheng Qing, and added with a smile: "Generally speaking, imagined Stupid ideas...and schools are not as dumb as you might think."

"Why do you think the journalists of the "Beta Town Post" who are going around everywhere honestly participate in the press conference of the Foreign Affairs Office of the School Working Committee every day, instead of using some unconventional methods?"

"Or do you think the vagabonds on Phuket Island dare to sell anything?"

Hearing these two rhetorical questions, Zheng Qing suddenly froze.

The so-called situation is stronger than people, and big fists are king. On Phuket Island, only the first university has the biggest fists. Even wandering wizards can only play around the edges, spending most of their time honestly staying in that small and noisy bar.

After a moment of hesitation, Thomas went on to add:

"In fact, when you graduate in four years, the school will choose different terms and versions of silent contracts according to your different employment directions-if you stay in school as a researcher, the terms will be very loose, and the message of 'being silenced' Rarely; if you join the formal institutions of the Urumqi, such as the Trident Sword, the terms will be a little stricter. After all, many discussions, meetings, experiments you participated in at school, and some secret passages you discovered, etc. are all classified information. Even with other institutions within Umno, you need to keep silent. But if you're going to venture into the New World, the terms of the pact of silence are very strict...very, very strict."

"It is said that apart from the knowledge of spells and magic theories you have learned, all news related to the First University belongs to the category of 'silence'... Those old-fashioned people in the school committee call this 'prevention of ineffectiveness'."

"Of course, 'silence' does not mean erasing your memory... If you simply erase your memory, it would be very convenient."

"The so-called 'silence' means that while retaining your memory, it is protected by multiple layers of encryption to ensure the security of that information... That is to say, you can still remember and use this information, but you cannot tell others anything' Subject 'information you know."

"That is to say, we have signed an 'exclusive licensing' contract." Zheng Qing concluded.

Thomas frowned, obviously not quite understanding what the public fee student meant.

His eyes moved slowly with the parchment scroll passed among several young wizards, and at the same time he continued to explain unhurriedly: "... You know, you have been in school for four years, more or less You will know a lot about the school."

"And these are the dreams of 'certain forces' outside the school."

"This contract is not only protecting the school, but also protecting you... When the evil wizards or demons outside the school know that they can't snatch valid memories from your heads, they won't bother with this aspect anymore. "

"What if they force us?" Xin Fatty raised his chubby arms and asked in a low voice: "I remember that demons have a drink called 'memory', which seems to be brewed from the memories in the minds of wizards..."

"Your knowledge of food is always beyond my imagination." Zhang Jixin complained at the side: "You also know the food of monsters! Do you plan to try their recipes sometime... Doctor, Brother Qing, do you want to apply? Change dormitory?!"

"It's fine to live in the same room with a real werewolf, what's so scary about a 'spiritual monster'!" Xiao Xiao glanced at Fatty, his tone calm.

"How did I become a spiritual monster?!" Fatty suddenly felt hurt.

While speaking, the parchment scroll had been transferred to his hands.

Thomas stroked the curled paper, and added in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, the silent contract signed after graduation is permanent. As long as Phuket Island is still there, certain information will be locked in the deepest part of your memory forever. I'm afraid only Only after you become a great wizard will you have the opportunity to clear away the thick fog."

"Even if the demons tie you up, open your skull, and use 18 tricks to concoct your brain, what should be hidden will still be hidden behind the mist."

"Of course, if the big demon makes a move, there may be fragmentary pictures captured...it's inevitable."

"Sensitive information can be pieced together from documents shredded by a shredder."

"Are we the only ones who signed this silent contract?" After signing, Fatty suddenly raised his head and continued to ask: "What about the audience outside? They also saw our game! Did they all sign this contract?"

"Must." Seeing that all the names on the parchment had been collected, Thomas nodded in satisfaction, rolled up the long piece of parchment, and replied briskly, "Whether it's a freshman watching the game or participating in the game, Both need to sign a contract of silence. The difference is that the players who participate in the competition sign a contract with more content and more complicated terms ... like this."

As he spoke, Thomas raised the scroll of parchment in his hand and shook it in mid-air.

"The contract signed by the spectators is much simpler...about one-tenth the length of your contract. All spectators will sign at the ticket gate when they enter the arena. If you don't believe me, you can ask your classmates later Ask."

"There is nothing to disbelieve." Fatty waved his hands again and again, expressing his full trust in the teaching assistant.

Thomas nodded in satisfaction.

"Since the signatures have been signed, it's time to go on stage." The teaching assistant stuffed the rolled contract into his arms, opened his arms, and drove the young wizards like sheep: "You have stayed here for too long …The audience above is probably getting impatient with the wait.”

"Don't you need to wait for the master of ceremonies to call us?" Zheng Qing looked at Thomas in surprise.

"Master of ceremonies?" Thomas twitched his mouth, trying to put away the mocking expression on his face, but his efforts had little effect: "I don't know who gave the suggestion, but I chose them as the host this year... If you plan to Waiting for the master of ceremonies, I guess no one will talk to you until it gets dark."

"Those two live treasures can talk cross talk all day long on the stage!" (To be continued)