Monster Hunting High School

At the end of the plenary meeting of the Knights of Forgiveness, Deng Xiaojian's reply to Zheng Qing also flew back.

In the letter, the sophomore from Starry Sky Academy readily agreed to the request of the young public-funded student.

What is particularly satisfying is that Deng Xiaojian mentioned in his reply that his hunting team had just finished intensive pre-match training recently, and the team members just needed a period of soothing preparatory training.

"Perhaps we can help your hunting team conduct 'individual-to-individual' training. I believe that my companions will be happy to meet you young and outstanding wizards."

Zheng Qing held up the letter and read Deng Xiaojian's reply aloud, with a bright smile on his face.

"That's it!" Zhang Jixin clapped his hands excitedly, his red face shining brightly under the white light: "Maybe we can also borrow their training ground...the coach, the training ground, and the formed team... …We have already established the basic framework.”

"Which hunting team does the 'Deng Zi' you're talking about belong to?" Xiao Xiao was obviously more interested in the identity of the hunting team's new coach.

This question made Zheng Qing speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has never paid attention to this matter.

So the young public-sponsored student could only explain vaguely: "...he is from Starry Sky College and is a sophomore this year. His cousin is a neighbor of mine, and he opened a herbal medicine shop on Hui Zi Ji... Anyway, we are hunting The team only needs some basic training, any experienced hunting team can do it.”

This is true.

Dr. Xiao Da noticed the embarrassment of the public-funded students, shrugged and did not continue to inquire further.

"Remember your mission!" Before leaving, Zhang Jixin shouted again in a loud voice: "Let's discuss with that 'Deng Zi' tomorrow to determine the training time and content... If we need to make other preparations, we must do it in advance Flying paper crane."

"Okay, no problem." Zheng Qing laughed and enthusiastically sent several members of the Knights out of the dormitory door.

"Also," Zhang Jixin leaned against the doorframe, exposed his head, and added: "Jiang Yu or Liu Feifei... you take the time to talk to them. There are many things about the hunting team manager, which must be determined as soon as possible."

"No problem, okay." Zheng Qing chuckled, sent the responsible hunter out of the dormitory, and then closed the door with a bang.

In the dormitory, Fatty Xin had already buried himself in the bed, squinting his eyes and seeming to be asleep.

The orange cat nestled in his hand, huddled up in a ball, snoring long.

The elves were flying around, picking up the paper balls that fell on the ground, sorting the overturned books on the desk, broken paper scraps, and used disposable cups.

The bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling rotated slowly at a constant speed, and a dim yellow light flashed on the mirror from time to time. 【】

"I always feel that I am not suitable to be the leader of the Knights...or the leader of the hunting team." Zheng Qing fell on his bed, humming weakly, and said to Dr. Xiao Da, the only energetic person in the dormitory. : "How about you being the leader of the group to forgive sins? I think you must do better than me..."

Xiao Xiao was originally lying on the table writing furiously. When he heard the idea of ​​government-funded students retiring, he was stunned and didn't speak for a while.

Instead, it was Fatty Xin who stared in confusion and spoke first.

"No, no, no." The fat man waved his stubby arms, arched deeper into the bed, and said vaguely: "The doctor is more like a staff officer...a staff member, a strategist...don't just think about these things. No, go to bed quickly, there will be a lot of trouble tomorrow... Huh... Huh..."

After saying that, he actually fell asleep.

"Maybe Zhang Jixin is not bad either." The young public-funded student still lacked confidence and sighed: "Although the elder's temper is a bit irritable, his words are still contagious... and he is very organized in his actions."

"So he can be an excellent main hunter instead of the captain of the hunting team." Xiao Xiao seemed to have finally come to his senses and said slowly: "Just like I am not good at speech and my ability to move is weak... the same is true for the elders. Not suitable for detailed planning or organizing complicated information. ”

"...I'm not good at anything." Zheng Qing declared weakly.

"You don't need to know these things. You just need to be responsible for coordination and arrangement." Xiao Xiao turned his head, buried himself in his notebook again, waved his hands and said: "Let everyone work together to complete other things... Just like Fatty said, you should go to bed early, there are a lot of things waiting for you tomorrow. "

In other words, the captain himself plays the role of mediator? Zheng Qing squinted and thought to himself, then his usual task is to say "ok" with a smile during meetings, and then wipe everyone's butts after the meeting.

Gee, I don’t know why, but I always feel like I’ve been cheated.

The young public-sponsored student fell asleep in a daze while thinking wildly.

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When the knights of the Knights of Forgiveness gathered in dormitory 403 for a meeting.

Alpha Academy, in the Cullen family's lounge.

Sir Freedman Blake Cullen was taking his cousin, Matthew Cullen, to admire the moonlight on a remote terrace protruding from the castle.

The fence of the terrace is carved from a single piece of pure white marble. The ornate carvings shine softly in the moonlight, which is mesmerizing. It is said that when the terrace was first opened, the Cullen family inserted a wailing demon soul into each railing.

From left to right, there are seventy-two railings in total.

Then there should be seventy-two demon elves buried inside.

Matthew Cullen didn't know whether there really were demonic spirits in the pillars. But those vivid faces that appear on the railings, those graceful lines that seem real, and the complicated details that can almost be fake, all seem to confirm something from the side.

Matthew stared at a railing that was carved in the shape of a witch and carefully looked at its profile. He always felt that she was somewhat similar to the gypsy witch in his class.

Until his cousin broke the quiet night.

"...I have arranged it for you." Sir Friedman shook the burgundy cup in his hand, stared at the bright red liquid in the cup, and said slowly: "Among the freshmen of Alpha College this year? There are quite a few outstanding newcomers, you can form a hunting team with them to participate in this year's rookie competition..."

"Rookie competition?" Matthew was a little surprised: "Is it necessary to participate in this kind of peripheral competition?"

"Originally it was not necessary." Sir Friedman turned his head, his blue eyes looking a little deep in the moonlight: "But since Soprano plans to steal the spotlight in this game, I naturally can't let him focus on beauty. forward."