Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing was not aware of the conversations that took place in the dean's office after he left.

He had enough to worry about.

Entering the fourth week of the second semester of my sophomore year, the weather is getting warmer. After three cold spells and four warm spells, spring has arrived unknowingly. The warm weather is very suitable for hunting, and the breath of spring stimulates the hormones in the bodies of young wizards. In addition, for most second-year students, this is a time when they don’t need to worry about the wizard registration exam or the promotion exam. stage, so naturally, more and more hunting activities were organized spontaneously among students.

On Wednesday evening, the Sin Hunting Team held an 'all' meeting for the first time in a long time.

The reason why "all" is put in quotation marks is because Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu were absent from this meeting due to well-known reasons, and Xiao Xiao and Li Meng attended the meeting in their stead, so in theory everyone was present.

It wasn't until he returned to his dormitory in the evening that Zheng Qing knew the specific matters passed at this meeting.

"Why don't I know what private hunting competition the hunting team is participating in?" This was the first sentence that came out of his mouth after he took the meeting minutes from Xiao Xiao and scanned them hastily.

"Now you know." The doctor replied calmly.

Zheng Qing sniffed.

I don't know if it's because there is more pollen in spring, but his nose has been feeling uncomfortable recently. Of course, allergic rhinitis caused by excessive academic pressure cannot be ruled out.

He took the hot towel handed to him by the elves and put it on his face. His nose immediately felt much more relaxed. Along with this, the fatigue around his eyes also faded a lot, making his thoughts much clearer.

"Is this private hunting match you're talking about organized by Jiang Huai of Starry Sky Academy?" He immediately recalled the talkative man in blue robe sitting next to him every Monday morning.

"yes."

"When is it expected to start?" As Zheng Qing asked, he had already calculated his leisure time in his heart, thinking that if the event was scheduled for Sunday, he might be able to reluctantly participate.

"This Saturday." Xiao Xiao's answer is always concise and concise.

Zheng Qing pulled the towel off his face with a huff.

"Saturday?"

He opened his eyes wide and glanced at the two roommates who were busy at the desk - the doctor was rubbing oil on his bamboo slips and the fat man was reviewing the submissions for the school newspaper - and he suddenly remembered the reason why he couldn't attend the meeting, and the feeling in his heart The feeling of being 'abandoned' quickly disappeared. After saying 'huh', he added with a sigh: "...I mean, if there is a game on Saturday, Jiang Yu and I may not be able to participate..."

"I've already made a clear note on the application form," Xiao Xiao raised his eyelids and looked at Zheng Qing from above his glasses: "You two are sitting on the reserve seats of the hunting team this time...the seats are still behind Lin Guo and Li Meng. "

"That girl must be very happy." The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team muttered, taking another hot towel from the elf and covering his face again with a breath.

"She was so happy that she almost jumped onto the conference table and danced tap-dancing." The fat wizard added with a smile.

Zheng Qing felt that as the leader of the hunting team, he could not behave worse than an underage witch.

"Although I can't participate in the competition," he racked his brains to think of what he could do, his voice became a little shaky due to the barrier of the towel: "But if there is any copywriting work, I can still help with it."

This was what he said with great determination.

He had never been so active during the school hunt.

It's a pity that his statement did not receive any enthusiastic appreciation. Dormitory 403 was silent. If it weren't for the rustling of quills falling on parchment, Zheng Qing would have thought that he was the only one in the room.

He pulled off the cold towel again, threw it to the elf floating next to him, and stared at Fatty Xin.

"What did you just say?" The fat wizard realized it later and looked up at the hunting team leader.

"Documentary work!" Zheng Qing repeated word for word.

"Well," the fat wizard glanced at Xiao Xiao hesitantly: "This...isn't this kind of thing usually handled by doctors? Besides, this is just a private event organized by the students themselves..."

“Private hunting doesn’t have as much paperwork.”

Xiao Xiao took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and replied lazily: "So this time we don't need to submit a three-foot-long application form, we don't need to fill in the specific occupations of each hunter's third-generation direct relatives, and we don't need to fill in the specific occupations like the school's Like Chunqiu or Dongqiu, accept the moral review of the student union...even though most of the time, those so-called reviews are a routine process."

Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds.

He wasn't sure whether it was worse to have a hunting team leader who didn't understand the procedures for a private event or to have someone throw cold water on him for a rare opportunity - or, rather, both were equally bad.

"Ah, is that so?"

After a long time, he remembered that he should say something. His eyes avoided the two roommates and fell on an elf dancing in the air. He said, "Well, very good, very good...Then I will Write a letter to Fox Five and approve the entry fee in advance, so you don’t have to save money..."

"Fat man..." the doctor drew out his voice and continued to shout in his lazy tone.

"Ahem, Jiang Huai's advance payment has arrived. At the same time, they will also provide internal prices for some commonly used consumables." The fat wizard raised the quill in his hand, clicked twice in the air, and said with a smile: "...The same goes for private hunting competitions. Tickets can be sold, and there will also be other derived income from hunting, sponsorship, peripherals, gambling, etc... Officially registered hunting teams like You Zui can get an 'entry fee' in advance, which is enough to cover basic expenses. . If the revenue of the event exceeds expectations, we will receive more gold after the game, so there will be no public funds this time.”

Zheng Qing took a deep breath.

Continuous positive statements only to be poured cold water on one after another, even in this season that is gradually getting warmer, it is inevitable that people will feel uncomfortable.

"Wow...this, this feeling...like I'm being ostracized for no reason."

The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team laughed dryly and gave a very inappropriate example: "It feels like you are in a meeting and I am hanging on the wall...hiss...this feeling is strange, haha, It’s the first time I’ve encountered it.”

The fat man blinked: "Well, you can still say 'Thank you for your hard work' to everyone."

Zheng Qing tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying not to show the feeling of frustration: "These words can be said about the portrait on the wall... You make me, the captain, look like a loser."

Dr. Xiao Da was not polite at all about his self-deprecation.

"Is not it?"

Xiao Xiao put on his glasses again and looked at someone seriously: "No need to speak, no need to think, no need to vent your anger. You just need to hang it there as ugly as a painting, which means that our hunting team still has a captain. That’s it. The hunting team will take care of the rest.”