Hunting College

"Speaking of which, I am more curious about one thing... What is your relationship with Senator Su? Why did she write you a letter of recommendation?" The professor's voice came from above his head, appearing very clear. (First issue, domain name (remember_three

　　 was raising his head and opening his eyes. The public-sponsored student who was examined by Professor Montelia felt speechless when he heard this question.

　　 Zheng Qing felt that if it hadn't been for the fact that his eyes had been opened to the fullest now, he would definitely roll his eyes.

　　 It seems that as long as it is a human being, the gossip mentality will not be lost anywhere. Even Professor Montelia, who seems to be always strict, is not immune.

　　 "Well, I have a little fox. Senator Su likes it very much... so I helped a little by the way." Zheng Qing replied vaguely.

　　 Although this reason may not sound convincing, it is reasonable.

After all, Su Shijun was born in the Qingqiu Su clan, and he likes foxes is understandable; and writing a simple letter of recommendation is not particularly difficult—especially the recommended person is from Jiuyou College, is a public student, and has won the Merlin Medal—— Thinking from this perspective, this letter of recommendation feels more like a sedan chair. The fastest computer terminal for 33 novel updates: https://

　　 "Get up."

　　Professor Montelia patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder and motioned him to sit up.

　　 Waiting for Zheng Qing to sit upright, the professor had already walked around the back of the test bench and was throwing the silk gloves that he had just removed into the trash can beside the table.

　　 "Do you know the name of this laboratory?" The professor raised his eyes and asked.

　　 Zheng Qing immediately recalled the line of small characters above the small bronze door in his mind, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, it's called Monteria Lab."

　　Professor's face darkened, and he snorted: "That name is the name used when applying for funding... Under normal circumstances, most people call this ‘High-Order Mowen and Bloodline Research Laboratory’."

When 　　 spoke, the professor had already picked up the inspection report just now and turned it over.

　　 While flipping through, he said, "According to your current basis, it was originally not suitable to stay in this laboratory..."

　　 Zheng Qing deliberately corrected it. He was only here to check his body, not as a laboratory assistant. But before he could think about how to speak, Professor Montelia seemed to have known his thoughts.

　　 "...I know, you are here for blood test. But in my laboratory, unless it is a test product on the test bench, it is impossible to get a free inspection report."

　　 said, he raised the material in his hand, pointed at the busy group of black-robed wizards behind Zheng Qing, and said, "Why do you think they came to my laboratory?"

　　 Zheng Qing turned around and looked back.

　　 The figures behind the rows of test benches were busy, no one whispered, and no one looked up in this direction.

　　 "That letter of recommendation only gives you the key to enter this laboratory. If you want to get more, then you should make corresponding efforts."

　　 Zheng Qing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "No problem."

"Very good," Professor Monteria twitched his mouth, as if he wanted to express his appreciation for the attitude of public-sponsored students, but this effort was a bit of a failure, making his expression look a little harsher: "Every Saturday afternoon at 1 pm Come to work in the laboratory at six o'clock. You can take a break, but absenteeism is not allowed. If everything goes well, your inspection report will be available in about three months."

　　 Zheng Qing secretly calculated in the bottom of his heart, it is now February, and three months later is May, just before the final exam, time is allowed. In addition, working in the laboratory can not only increase knowledge and experience, and learn a lot of things; and it does not sound so bad, but rather bluffing.

　　 After all, you can enter the formal laboratory just half a year after enrollment. When you talk to your friends and brag, you can say that you are also an assistant in the laboratory of XX. This kind of rhetoric is better than the penalty for night patrols every Saturday of last semester.

　　 So, when Professor Monteria took out the short-term contract, Zheng Qing read it carefully and signed it immediately.

　　 After signing, the contract was distorted in a cloud of white light, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a badge with **** wide and one inch long.

　　 The background color of the card is white, the upper row is in small letters ‘Monteliya Lab’, and the left side is the title ‘Lab Assistant’, followed by Zheng Qing’s name.

　　 There is no scope of authority, no entry time, and no name of the responsible profession. 33 novels first published https://https://

　　 Zheng Qing estimated that he should be an assistant in this laboratory.

　　 But the next work arrangement of the professor made him doubt his own speculation.

　　 "Although your level of magic writing is not high, I heard Professor Emma mentioned in the last meeting that you have a good talent in this field."

　　 "In addition, you have a solid foundation in talismanology... this is very good. My laboratory happens to be short of talents in this area recently."

　　 "Although Mowen and Fulu belong to two different disciplines, they have a deep bond in nature."

　　 "The magic text is the study of world consciousness, and the talisman is the study of the origin of the world...you can understand them as the twin flowers blooming on the tree of truth."

"Since you have a good foundation of Fuluo and a good talent for magic texts, it just so happens that I have a suitable job for you to complete~www.ltnovel.com~ The professor has brought Zheng Qing to a space. In front of the experimental platform.

　　 This experimental platform is located near the professor’s main experimental platform. There are no other experimental platforms nearby, but there is a tall French window not far away. Through the glass windows, you can see the gloomy silent forest in the distance, and there is no other view.

　　 There are no complicated instruments on the test bench like those on other test benches. Instead, some heavy large books and some crumpled scratch paper are placed in a mess.

　　 Zheng Qing glanced carefully at the drafts, which seemed to be painted with the structure of some talisman and some traces of magic text.

　　 "You don't need to be so careful, this test bench belongs to you."

　　Professor Monteria bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly. The tabletop was immediately renewed. The drafts were neatly stacked together, and the big books stood up tremblingly, trying to form a neat formation.

　　 Zheng Qing licked his lips and looked around.

　　 "First, familiarize yourself with the relevant requirements and systems in the laboratory." Professor Montelia didn't care about his little actions at all. He took out a pamphlet at random, gave Zheng Qing, and ordered:

　　 "You have an hour to familiarize yourself with this brochure. I will arrange a task for you in an hour. Give me your views and ideas before five o'clock in the afternoon."

　　 Zheng Qing looked at the manuscript in his hand in a daze, raised his head and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

　　 But watching the gray-haired professor turning away, he finally closed his mouth and swallowed his saliva into his stomach.