Hunting High School

The noon sun was a little dazzling.

The warm sunlight shines through the tall glass windows, casting a blurred white spot in the classroom. These light spots tremble slightly with the breeze blowing through the window, like pieces of transparent jelly, which are mouth-watering.

Lao Yao was leaning against the window holding a black pipe. The light blue smoke twisted and twisted in the sunlight, and his oily and shiny back hair was looming in the curling smoke.

He leaned towards the podium, drooping his eyelids, his already small eyes were almost narrowed, making one feel like he was dozing off.

Of course, this is an illusion.

After each new student introduced himself, Lao Yao would smoke his pipe, flip through the roster, and point out the name of the next person to come on stage.

He is named according to his college entrance examination results.

This is easy to judge.

Under the guidance of the first few freshmen, later newcomers will add their own college entrance examination results at the end of their self-introduction.

These grades are like business cards of different colors, received by pairs of scrutinizing eyes, put away, and stuffed into different mezzanines of the wallet.

Zheng Qing leaned his head, looked at the podium without focus, and twisted the mouth of the gray cloth bag with his fingers.

Will Jiang Yu throw herself an application for a duel after class?

Do you want to run when the bell rings?

His brains were bubbling and bubbling.

If you fight with girls, you will be laughed to death if you talk about it.

If you win, you have nothing to show off, and you will even be despised by others; if you lose, Zheng Qing believes that many people will not hesitate to give themselves a piece of tofu.

Maybe wherever you go, you will be pointed at secretly and whispered:

Look, that boy is fighting with a girl!

Zheng Qing rubbed his face and sighed.

Only a fool would do this kind of business that will lose money if you win or lose.

He turned his gaze to the slender figure in the first row, wondering if there was a more elegant way to abstain.

Jiang Yuduan sat on the seat, her long black hair hanging down softly behind her. She turned her face sideways, revealing a delicate nose, light red lips, and a neck as white as jade.

She looks pretty, but why is she so irritable.

Zheng Qing stared at that figure in rapt attention.

Her college entrance examination score was 475, only five points lower than her own. The third place freshman, what is there to be dissatisfied with!

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, waking up the peepers who were distracted.

He raised his head in panic.

It turned out that there was a freshman who was too nervous. When he came to the stage, he made a smooth journey, which caused the whole class to burst into laughter.

Not far away, Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing suspiciously.

Zheng Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, blinked, and asked softly, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Xiao Xiao pointed to his ears, indicating that he didn't hear clearly.

He sat at the innermost side of the row, Zheng Qing sat at the outermost side, and there were four or five empty seats between them.

"Cough cough." Lao Yao coughed lightly from the podium.

Zheng Qing quickly sat up straight.

Lao Yao's face was hidden in the circling light blue smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly. You can only vaguely see a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the slightly trembling pipe as his head shakes.

There was a rustling sound in my ears.

Zheng Qing looked at the skinny boy named Duan Xiaojian on the podium, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

There have been more than a dozen freshmen who have introduced themselves on it, but Lao Yao has never called Xiao Xiao's name. According to Zheng Qing's speculation about this living dictionary, his wizard college entrance examination score should not be so low.

Before Xiao Xiao denied it, Zheng Qing always believed that he was the legendary No. 1 public fee student.

A small thing pushed against his arm, interrupting his guess.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

It's a paper turtle.

The dark gray horizontal lines and footnotes on the notebook paper can also be clearly seen on the back of the turtle.

The paper turtle stretched its neck, and slowly turned over, revealing its smooth belly. A big question mark was written on it with a brush.

Zheng Qing held back a smile and glanced at Xiao Xiao.

The boy with the watermelon head adjusted his glasses, sat upright, and looked at the podium with a solemn expression.

"What's your score in the college entrance examination?"

Zheng Qing took apart the paper turtle, and after writing the question of own on it, he hesitated.

He can't origami a turtle.

But it will break the frog.

A few seconds later, a paper frog wobbled along the desk and crawled towards Xiao Xiao, its crawling movements were exactly the same as that of the paper turtle.

Soon the paper turtle crawled back to Zheng Qing's eyes again.

"0."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened, he hesitated for a few minutes while licking the brush, and let the frog crawl towards Xiao Xiao with a string of question marks.

"I'm a special recruit, and I haven't taken the Wizarding Entrance Examination. So I don't have any grades."

In Zheng Qing's hands, the paper turtle was unfolded, spread out, and folded into neat squares.

Then he reopened the paper, spread it out again, and folded it again.

He wanted to ask Xiao Xiao many questions, but he didn't know where to start.

Xin Fatty in the front row opened the narrow desk, stood up, and walked towards the podium shaking his fat buttocks.

Zheng Qing withdrew his thoughts and followed the boys' warm applause.

Beside the window, Lao Yao nodded slightly, signaling Xin Fatty to start.

"My name is Sim Banner Schmidt-Bayer, from Worms on the Rhine, you can just call me Sim. I don't have pets, I like food and I am good at finding the most characteristic food in every new place. "

Fatty scratched his short hair. A streak of flying dust fluttered in the sunlight, which was extremely conspicuous.

The girls in the front row waved their hands in disgust.

Zheng Qing covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly.

Fatty didn't notice it at all. Instead, he waved his fist excitedly and shouted loudly: "My dream is to become a great wizard! So I hope to get the certificate of registered wizard in four years!"

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"Everyone is my supervisor!"

"Here is my promise!"

After finishing speaking, he strode off the podium and walked towards the seat in an unusually chic manner.

There was hesitant and somewhat sparse applause in the classroom.

And soon, the applause stopped again.

Because Xin Fatty, who had just stepped off the podium, trotted back to the back of the podium.

He coyly added:

"My college entrance examination score is 410 points. Oh, yes, I am a blue titan. I hope to become good friends with everyone, thank you!"

Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to Xin Fatty's last performance.

He just realized a new problem and sent Xiao Xiao a crawling frog again:

"Are wizards also graded?"

This time, Xiao Xiao's reply was a little slow.

It wasn't until another freshman came down from the podium that the paper turtle crawled into Zheng Qing's hands with limp steps.

After dismantling the turtle, a large piece of text appeared in front of Zheng Qing:

"Of course wizards have different levels. As long as consciousness exists, there must be such a distinction."

"All over the world, wizards have various professions or identities. Such as cultivator, priest, ninja, black warrior, etc., each profession has its own unique level division."

"But for the Wizarding Union, wizards are generally divided into three levels: wizards, registered wizards, and grand wizards."

The handwriting of this reply is a bit small and illegible, and Zheng Qing needs to work hard to distinguish it clearly.