Monster Hunting High School

Interviewer No. 7 is a slightly tired senior with gray-brown hair, brown eyes, and big bags under his eyes. He is sitting behind the desk, frowning and sorting out the information at hand.

"Qiao," the interviewer stood up, grabbed Zheng Qing's hand, shook it casually, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Qiao Nesbitt, your interviewer, nice to meet you."

Zheng Qing touched his nose.

He didn't hear the slightest hint of happiness in Senior Nesbitt's tone.

"Zheng Qing," Zheng Qing replied nervously, "Serious Zheng, refreshing Qing... I am very honored to participate in today's interview."

Qiao nodded, sat back on the chair, and motioned for Zheng Qing to sit down as well.

"First introduce yourself."

The senior's words were simple, but they put a lot of pressure on Zheng Qing.

Half a month into school, Zheng Qing felt as if he was introducing himself every day. In all the courses on magic spells, talismans, divination, potions, etc., in the first period, the professors will always take half of the class to let everyone introduce themselves.

It is always a very interesting experience to introduce myself through tricks more than a dozen times. From the nervousness and embarrassment at the beginning, to the familiarity and casualness later, until at the end, it even became a bit boring.

Zheng Qing was in a daze and couldn't help but smile.

"My name is Zheng Qing. I am from Jinzhou. I came to First University hoping to learn more magic knowledge."

At first, Zheng Qing always thought that self-introduction was a very simple matter, so he subconsciously did not pay attention to it. But when he first introduced himself, he sadly discovered that his on-the-spot reaction was not as quick as he thought.

Of course, after introducing it a dozen times, he is finally used to it now.

Seemingly interested in the first sentence of self-introduction, the senior's brown eyes moved upward and glanced at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing's eyes met his, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the table in front of him. 【】

The table was an ordinary wooden table covered with smooth red patent leather. The senior student opposite held his chin in his hands and looked at Zheng Qing. There was a notebook in front of him, and a gray quill pen was writing something stroke by stroke as the two of them talked.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and happened to see the word 'unconfident' written out on the brush. He quickly raised his head again, looked at the senior's chin, tried his best to clear his head, and tried to compose his own self-introduction:

"I am good at talismans and like to make new friends. My pet is a fox and I have adopted a group of elves."

"Talk...elf...these things are spread in First University." Nesbitt nodded meaningfully, threw the quill into the ink bottle, dipped it in, and took it out again: "Tell me something about you. Characteristics."

A drop of thick ink gathered on the tip of the quill pen, as if it would fall freely onto the white manuscript paper under the action of gravity the next moment.

Zheng Qing glanced at the tip of the pen worriedly.

The quill made a loud blowing sound.

The drop of ink that was about to fall was sucked back into the pen with a strange sound.

"In terms of personality... I have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder." Zheng Qing took a long breath and said quickly: "For example, when I go from the dormitory to the library, I am used to walking the same fixed route, stepping on the same floor tiles, and looking at the same Looking at the scenery, I’m counting my steps. For example, when I go to the canteen, I’m used to ordering a combination of vinegar cabbage, tomato beef brisket, steamed egg, vegetable soup, and a steamed bun.”

"I'm used to familiar scenery, eating familiar food, communicating with familiar partners, living in a familiar rhythm...doing familiar, unchanging things."

"Some friends say this is paranoia; some friends say this is conservative; some friends say this is a sign of not being enterprising."

The interviewer opposite smiled slightly and seemed to find it interesting.

This gave Zheng Qing great courage:

"I'm not stupid, but I'm not very smart either. I have an average appearance, neither fat nor thin. My academic performance has been average since I was a child, so it would be nice to get an excellence award. I'm also a bit indecisive in my daily life, and I always feel like I'm good enough. "

"Do you know that these remarks will have a certain negative impact on the results of your interview?" Nesbitt interrupted Zheng Qing's self-analysis, raised his eyebrows, and showed a curious look: "Few people will do this during the interview. Emphasize the negative… or mediocre aspects of yourself.”

"This is inevitable, just like my life, it should have passed smoothly in this rhythm." Zheng Qing spread his hands and took a deep breath:

"Originally, according to this trend, I would not have a big future in my life. For people like me, the fate is always in the hands of God, like floating ducks in the water, going without direction... A lifelong pursuit, 'accidental' takes over It plays a big part, just like the major in college, astronomy. I thought this was a major for studying astrology.”

"But since fate has given me the opportunity to accidentally give birth to a miracle...then why not let this magical experience continue? When you can become a god yourself, it is a joke that your destiny is in the hands of gods. ”

"A gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. Although I am not at such a high level, I still have the desire to constantly strive for self-improvement. So I always hope to see further and know more."

"A very wonderful self-analysis." The senior put down his pen, raised his hands, put the four fingers of his right hand together, patted the palm of his left hand gently, and praised: "So, what do you know about our work?"

"The Foreign Affairs Department, as the name suggests, is a department related to external affairs. I feel that in this department, I can very well practice my ability to interact with other people, which is what I currently lack."

A witch in white robe passed by the two of them holding a Dharma book.

Then she stopped.

Zheng Qing's eyes passed over her face, looking at her slender lips, and he felt like he had seen this face before somewhere.

The interviewer across the desk seemed familiar with the witch.

He nodded to the witch and continued to ask other interview questions. The extra person next to him did not affect the rhythm of his questions at all.

Zheng Qing had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart and concentrate on the questions in front of him.

"Then do you have any plans for the future?"

"I hope to successfully complete my studies at First University and then see a broader world and a more splendid civilization."

"A very good ideal... Speaking of talismans, I heard that you are a disciple of Kunlun sect's talisman?" The senior student opposite put the quill in his hand back into the ink bottle and closed the notebook in front of him. At the same time, he took off his glasses, changed his posture, stretched out his body, and while gently stroking his glasses with his fingers, he raised his slightly swollen eyelids and asked.

Zheng Qing watched as the dirty things on the lenses of the glasses became clean again with the brushing of his fingers. He thought about it in his heart and slowly replied: "This situation is more complicated... because I have never publicized my glasses in school." "Master."

"I didn't admit it, but I didn't deny it either." The senior raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes again, and said with a smile, "Okay, that's it."

Zheng Qing let out a sigh of relief.

"You looked very nervous just now."

"I wasn't nervous at first, but after listening to others talking too much, I became nervous unconsciously."

"Relax, it's just a simple interview."

"...I thought you were going to ask me if I had any quirks or something."

"do you have?"

"No, no, I just said it casually."

"Okay, the interview is over, don't be nervous. The interview results will be officially announced by the Student Union within a week, and the relevant recruitment information will also be published in the next issue of the 'First University Student Newspaper', so pay attention!"

"Don't you need to draw talismans or do other tests on site?" Zheng Qing looked at the other interview tables in the room and couldn't help but ask.

He prepared a lot of material for this exam.

"Do you need it?" The senior adjusted his glasses, with a smile on his face: "If a publicly funded student who can memorize all the runes still needs a 'bad student' like me to take the assessment, it would be a shame for First University."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, thanked him repeatedly and left.

From beginning to end, the white-robed witch stood at the interview table with her arms folded, watching Zheng Qing's interview with cold eyes without saying a word.

Even Zheng Qing nodded and smiled at her before leaving, but it couldn't make the witch's stinky face ease a little.

"Are you okay, Minister Cody?" The interviewer turned to look at the witch: "Chairman Colma seemed to have something to do with you just now."

"Vice Chairman Kolma," the white-robed witch emphasized, then turned to look at Zheng Qingyuan's retreating figure, flipped over the application form on the table, and had a strange look on her face: "He came to the Foreign Affairs Department for an interview? Call me what name."

"You don't know him... he can be considered a celebrity among the freshmen this year." Joe Nesbitt stood up and stretched: "He is a publicly funded student of Jiuyou College this year. His name is Zheng Qing. He applied to join Ministry of Foreign Affairs.”

"I knew it was him..." The witch named Cody frowned, folded the thin application form in her hand, and threw it into the trash can next to her: "I heard about this person. He just entered the school. He betrayed the school's punishment; and a few days ago, he randomly jumped in line during the meeting with His Excellency Augustus at No. 18 Gama Street, which had a very bad impact... We would not want such a person, even if he is a publicly funded student. "

"But," the wizard frowned, his face a little ugly: "Minister Alvin said..."

"Ha!" The witch widened her eyes and laughed sharply: "Minister Alvin? Although he is the director of the Study Department, what does it have to do with our Foreign Affairs Department? Which department is recruiting new people!"

"Foreign Affairs Department." The wizard sighed, glanced over the trash can, and no longer objected.

As if she had won a victory, the witch held her head high and left the interview table.