Monster Hunting High School

Two slender threads hang from the ceiling.

A wooden stick as thick as a finger is tied to the silk thread, and a colorful parrot stands on the stick.

This is a precious Persian tiger skin.

Compared with ordinary small and cute budgies, Persian budgies are about the size of an ordinary owl and look domineering. And most of the Persian tiger skins are three-headed parrots: the left head is bright green, the right head is sky blue, and the middle head is a mixture of left and right colors, looking a little gray.

Although they look weird, Persian tiger skins are recognized as intelligent creatures in the wizarding world. Even the "Wizards' Code" has established their legal status of "full capacity" through formal regulations - which is in sharp contrast to the alchemy elves. .

Of course, due to the limitations of innate physical conditions, there are not many jobs suitable for Persian tiger skins in the wizarding world. Most of them are employed in church choirs, as order clerks in restaurants or as bell callers in wizard banks.

The Persian tiger skin in front of me is an employee of First University.

On its three bifurcated heads, there is a gray stiff high-waisted top hat.

The brim of the hat is also embedded with the triangle logo of First University.

Maybe it's because the hats are a little heavy, or maybe the atmosphere in the office is a little boring. At this moment, the hat on the Persian tiger's head is a little crooked, and it looks like it will fall off if it tilts its head slightly.

"No. 23! No. 23!" The green head on the left side of the Persian tiger skin shouted in a hoarse voice: "Candidate No. 23, report to interviewer No. 5!"

"No. 24! Candidate No. 24!" The blue-headed voice on the right sounded a bit sharp and his tone was more irritable: "Candidate No. 24, report to interviewer No. 9! Hurry up!"

"The candidate on the 20th is confirmed to be late and will be disqualified from today's interview. []" The head in the middle repeated the message vaguely several times, then immediately buried his head in the food bowl in front of him and started eating hard.

It can be seen that it is starving.

Several elves in gray uniforms flew around to serve the hard-working big parrot.

Some elves add food to the parrot's food bowl, some elves fly around passing notes between the parrot and the work table, and there are even two elves holding small brushes to clean up the big parrot's hair. Colorful feathers.

"This Persian tiger skin is a senior member of the student union," the short wizard pushed Zheng Qing towards the waiting area and reminded: "It is said that it is a friend of the 88th student union president and migrated from the depths of the Silent Forest. He has been here for more than 20 years, and he is now in his forties, which is considered an advanced age among Persian tigers. "

"I don't know if it's middle-aged syndrome, but this guy's temper has been very bad recently." The short wizard glanced at the big parrot on the bird stand, lowered his voice, and said in Zheng Qing's ear: "So, while waiting, , be sure to pay attention to its registration number... agree quickly, otherwise if you fail to register three times, it will directly disqualify you for the interview. "

Zheng Qing's eyes widened in surprise.

Although he knew that Persian tigers were regarded as intelligent creatures by wizards, he always felt that it was inappropriate to let a bad-tempered parrot decide his interview test, no matter from which point of view.

"It has the qualifications." Seeming to see his dissatisfaction, the short boy added: "It is an honorary member of the Presidium of the First University Student Union... He has served as the honorary president of the Student Union for ten terms, from the 1995 class to the 2005 class. ”

Zheng Qing swallowed and finally remembered that he was now in the wizarding university in the wizarding world.

"Nothing is impossible in this world," he comforted himself and sat on the bench in the waiting area.

But after all, there was a strange feeling lingering in his heart.

He seemed to be able to see a large, colorful parrot pacing back and forth on the main table of the conference table, its three heads roaring loudly. On both sides of the conference table, the cadres of the student union were sitting neatly on chairs. , lowered his head, accepting the brutal rule of the big bird.

So he couldn't help laughing.

"Your number is fifty-six." The short wizard glanced at Zheng Qing in surprise, put the number slip back into his hand, and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "It should take a while. ...Don’t be nervous, I’m very optimistic about you!”

As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

Zheng Qing raised the corners of his mouth and tried to pretend to be grateful.

The short wizard nodded with satisfaction and quickly ran back to the office area to re-instruct the new candidates.

Zheng Qing sat on the bench, took out his Dharma book, and checked the spell written on it - although it was only a binding spell - again. Then he took out the gray bag and checked whether his brush had any bald spots and whether the ink was Whether it is smooth, whether the little snake on the ink stone is dozing off, whether the talisman paper is cut to the appropriate size.

After a lot of repetitive work without nutrition, he stuffed the gray cloth bag into his arms again, stared blankly at the big parrot above his head, and fell into a state of doing nothing again.

Then, the conversation between two girls behind him attracted his attention.

"Have you heard? The demon who killed several magical creatures in Jiuyou Academy was caught," a coquettish voice said coquettishly: "My cousin is the minister of the Alpha Student Union... He He said that people from the school working committee have sent notices to various colleges and we will receive them on Monday.”

"Really?" Another voice was soft and frightened: "There is such a monster in the school... It's simply too scary."

Zheng Qing tried hard to resist the urge to turn around and refute.

After all, they were two little girls who didn't understand anything. He comforted himself in his heart that there was no need to take things seriously.

Sure enough, after a few sentences about current events, the girls' attention quickly shifted to another place.

"Do you know the names of the interviewers? I think it would be helpful to know a little bit about an interviewer."

"I don't know. It is said that these interviewers are all cadres in the student union...many of them are leaders of school clubs."

"It would be nice if I had more time. I could do some simple divination, at least with some confidence."

The two girls were mumbling, which made Zheng Qing a little uneasy.

"I wonder what questions they're going to ask."

"Those tables must have been enchanted...I tried listening before but couldn't hear anything."

"I heard from my cousin that they will ask questions about your specialties, interests, hobbies, etc. Some interviewers will also ask about your quirks!"

"Why are they so perverted!"

"To be precise, they don't want perverts to enter the student union."

"Can such a simple interview... be done?"

"There are people in the student union who are very capable of divination. They will participate in the preliminary review and will make a comprehensive assessment of us...with a high degree of accuracy."

"I kind of want to go home..."

"They will also ask about your target position, plans, study status, etc."

"Oh! Is there anything they don't ask?"

"The size of your breasts...because they can tell at a glance."

The two girls were talking, laughing and making a fuss.

As if he felt that he heard something inappropriate, Zheng Qing immediately focused his attention on the Persian tiger skin on the bird stand, trying his best to ignore the conversation behind him.

I don’t know how long I have been waiting.

finally.

The Persian tiger skin standing on the bird stand called Zheng Qing's number.

"Number fifty-six! Number fifty-six!"

The sharp voice of the blue head on the right side of the big parrot makes people’s skulls hurt:

"Candidate No. 56, report to Interviewer No. 7!"

"Here!" Zheng Qing replied loudly, stood up quickly, and ran towards the interview area.