Hunting High School

As the end of the period approached, throughout the sixteenth week, Jiuyou Academy was shrouded in an invisible but extremely heavy pressure. In addition to the review plans arranged by professors of various subjects in class, students who are immersed in studying can be seen everywhere in the library and self-study room.

For this reason, starting from this week, the school working committee also deliberately postponed the closing time of the library and the study room, and after communicating with the dormitory manager Ni Wuye, the access control of the dormitory door was relaxed, allowing some students to return to the dormitory later .

However, this is the first time that the hours of the sub-classes are occupied by the hours of the main class.

"Although it is a compulsory course for the whole school, the teaching content of the practical course determines that it depends on other courses." There is a bowl of millet porridge in front of Xiao Xiao, and he is slowly stirring it with a long-handled silver spoon. The rice paste on the surface of the porridge is slowly broken up.

While stirring, he explained calmly: "...This can be seen from the arrangement of teachers in the practical class. As far as I know, no famous professor is in charge of teaching the practical class. If you If you check the class schedule, you will find that almost all practical teachers are young teaching assistants arranged by the school."

The light yellow millet porridge swirls under the stirring of the silver spoon, rolling out a funnel-shaped vortex. Xiao Xiao nodded in satisfaction, put away the spoon, picked up the bowl, and added the last sentence:

"Also, near the end of the term, it is a common practice for the main class to occupy the time of the practical class. It is a tradition of Jiuyou College. You should be mentally prepared for this after chatting with the old students."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the rim of the bowl to his mouth and began to enjoy the warm millet porridge with squinted eyes.

Standing by the dining table of several people, Downton glanced enviously at the millet porridge that Xiao Xiao was holding, and couldn't help but sighed: "Besides, the final grades of practical classes are calculated on a weighted average. The weight of the test is slightly higher, the grading weight of the teaching assistants is second, and the weight of the midterm and final exams is the lowest... It is said that this arrangement is due to the limited time of the exam, in order to prevent students from suddenly practicing the magic within the scope of the exam and ignoring other less important ones. magic."

“So, for a couple of weeks, the marginal benefit might be a little bit higher by giving away Friday afternoons to other subjects.”

Zheng Qing grasped the bun blankly and took another bite.

He doesn't care about the concepts of weight, margin, and efficiency at all.

All he cared about was how could he get hurt if there was no practice class in the afternoon? What about his plan to stay away from Qingqiu Guild Hall?

"I really want to sit down and have a meal with you!" Tang Dun turned his eyes on the dining table and swallowed, "It's really a heart-wrenching thing... I have to inform seven or eight people, and I don't even have time to eat lunch."

"It's really frustrating." Zheng Qing nodded with concern, picked up a steamed bun from in front of him, and stuffed it to the squad leader: "Hey, let's put a steamed stuffed bun first... It's not a few minutes. Pork Scallion stuffing, there is no taboo."

Downton immediately shook his head, but hesitated for a few seconds before taking the bun and biting down viciously.

"Then who will take the practical class in the afternoon?" Seeing that Downton would not leave immediately, Zhang Jixin also asked a question. Unlike other people's complaints, he is more concerned with the fact that it has happened.

"It's the Talisman Class." Downton chewed a few mouthfuls quickly, swallowed it hard, and took a breath, before saying, "Teacher Zhang from the Talisman Class. It is said that it was because the class was missed during Moon Hunting. Didn't finish...and everyone didn't master the basic talismans very well in the last monthly exam. So Teacher Zhang went to Dean Yao and applied for an extra class."

The teacher of the Fu class is a young lecturer. It is said that she graduated less than five years ago, but she passed the examination for registered wizards during her university studies, and she is also a beautiful woman who can be called a schoolmaster with both beauty and talent.

Because he was a blockbuster in the preliminary examination at the beginning of the school year, Lecturer Zhang had a good impression of Zheng Qing, and he was not strict with his usual homework or study requirements, and could even be called quite indulgent.

Hearing that the class was occupied by Teacher Zhang, Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief. His third plan is estimated to take a lot of time, and it is very likely that he will have to ask for leave in the middle of the afternoon class. Originally, this plan was only used as a backup plan, but unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the changes, and the second plan was stillborn before it could be implemented.

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Fortunately, it is Teacher Zhang's class.

In this way, he will be much less stressed when he asks for leave.

Tang Dun ate the steamed stuffed bun that Zheng Qing handed him, wiped his mouth, and finally said: "Don't be late in the afternoon, bring your talisman pens, talisman paper and other tools... hiccup... um , I should go buy a bottle of water."

After finishing speaking, he patted his chest, waved his hands, and hurried to the window.

"Let's go after we finish our meal! There's still time!" Xin Fatty shouted behind him.

Then looking back, Fatty shrugged his shoulders strenuously, and his tone seemed a little unbelievable: "There are still people who work without eating? I can't understand what he thinks..."

"It's like we can't understand that you are stuffing things in your mouth for 20 hours out of 24 hours a day... Where did the things go?" Zhang Jixin made a habitual sarcasm.

Xin Fatty has long been immune to his sarcasm, and he didn't even bother to roll his eyes when he heard it.

"Speaking of which, our Dagong Fei student should be the happiest person to switch to Fu class in the afternoon." Fatty suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Zheng Qing, with a teasing expression on his face: "Teacher Zhang has always favored you , I will reward you with credits every time I take a class. Tsk, if only I could meet such a teacher..."

"The premise is that you first write all the basic talismans silently." Zhang Jixin scoffed at Fatty's dream, but he also looked at Zheng Qing and suggested, "Speaking of which, since it's the talisman class in the afternoon, I think you can go there earlier Qingqiu Mansion, help us make a front stop... I think as long as you apply, Teacher Zhang will definitely give you a fake one."

"It's really a good idea!" Xiao Xiao nodded in agreement.

This suggestion was like a knife, and once again stabbed the young public fee student's heart that was already riddled with holes, it made his throat feel hot, and he almost spurted blood on the spot.

"It's better not to do something special." The wizard twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a difficult smile: "The final exam is coming soon, if there is any change in this year's exam questions, it will be bad if you are caught off guard... I don't want to. Walking around the campus after the exam, someone pointed at the back and said, 'Look, it's that wizard who has mastered all the basic symbols, but he didn't get the full score in the symbol exam?'."

"It's heartbreaking to think about."