Hunting College

"...A beautiful anti-run, Rhode threw off the hunter who surrounded him, jumped out of his pocket, and the Flamingos regained the initiative in the game. Twelve points! We must admit that hunting is a matter of talent. Yes. Few hunters will realize that they are in the encirclement when they are in the encirclement..."

A familiar and abrupt voice overwhelmed the announcement, and it sounded very loudly in Zheng Qing's ears: "Our most talented hunter is probably Brother Slag."

"Aren't the elders considered talented?"

"Me? I'm just working hard and training more than others. Slag brother is really good. He didn't know about hunting before entering school, but in the end he took us to win the freshman championship!"

"More importantly, he still has time to scum and talk about several girlfriends. It's crazy!"

Amidst the echoing voice, mixed with the broadcast of the game sizzling in the trumpet flower:

"...Doflamingo rode on Andre’s face with a bear call in Madrid last month... Andre, this hot-tempered hunter from Kaliningrad, will he? Use more humiliating methods to save your face? This is a scene worth looking forward to... Duoyuren sneaks, Duoyuren approaches! Shadow Sting! The Wild Demon King receives a fatal blow! Oh, no, Huo Lie Nian's Miss Bella had already been waiting there, and Scarlet gave her a perfect demon head! The other hunters of the Scarlet Hunter had red eyes, but they couldn't catch up with Miss Bella. She had already run two hundred meters away. The safe zone..."

Another voice overwhelmed the broadcast, and said enthusiastically: "I have always liked a beauty like Miss Bella, she has a good character and a good personality!"

"Ha, I want to chase Miss Bella, unless you enter the four major hunting groups in the new world, or become a great wizard at a young age like Senator Su and Senior Sister Colmar!"

"Their personalities are all set up! Do you know about the set up? It's just for the public to see. It's completely different from their private appearance... Believe me, I've been working on the school newspaper for so long, and I'm very concerned about this kind of thing. clear!"

"I didn't say that she likes the reality." The first voice retorted loudly, "Does you have to have it if you like it? I'm satisfied just by looking at it from a distance."

"There's a word for this attitude, it's called licking a dog."

"You are not licking a dog, you are licking a vampire, referred to as a licking ghost."

A roar of laughter mixed with a certain vampire’s irritable cursing made the announcement behind the trumpet flower weaker and weaker:

"...Green Hunting Ground, today is another glorious day. The Flamingos have led the Scarlet Hunters four to three! The number of hunters on the field is now three to four, and the Flamingos have completely interrupted Scarlet's further possibility. Because the Scarlet team has no more powerful players waiting on the bench, their main players are now lying on the beds in the emergency room... The next hunting game will be the Scarlet team's last game this year..."

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The chatting sounds familiar to friends and the announcements of sizzling noise mixed in the trumpet flowers alternately sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, which seemed particularly noisy.

He feels his ears are like a radio with aging parts. Even if the last bit of potential is drained, it is difficult to make it work properly.

When he realized this, the originally distant and vague voices immediately got closer, as if someone had put the bell of a trumpet flower on his auricle.

At the same time, a bright red and dazzling color suddenly lit up, like a rope hanging down the abyss, pulling his consciousness out of the darkness.

Zheng Qing's eyelids moved, and a gap was opened.

The dazzling light immediately shone on his eyeballs, causing him to subconsciously close his eyelids and retract his gaze. Even so, he still felt a little hot on his eyelids, as if a hot lava was brewing and erupting under his eyelids.

"water."

He murmured, and groaned lowly: "...water!"

The noisy environment suddenly quieted down, Zheng Qing struggled to open a trace of his eyelids, and then closed again, muttering, repeating the word.

He felt that his tongue didn't seem to be his own anymore, it became dull and numb.

Huh!

There seemed to be a small breeze blowing across his cheeks, and then the familiar voice babbled again in Zheng Qing's ears, like a group of ducks being driven into the water.

"Wow, he is awake!"

"Wake up! Wake up! Brother scum is awake!"

"Finally woke up... When I watched this morning, I thought he was going to sleep for a few months!"

"Perhaps because the scum is too long, it's imaginary and unworthy."

The noisy ridicule was endless, which made Zheng Qing's heart feel bored, but soon, a trace of coolness dripped down his lips, which relieved his dryness from the inside out and suppressed the boredom. .

Wow.

The sound of the curtain being pulled up sounded, Zheng Qing immediately felt that the red eyelids that had been reflected had become a little darker, and the heat on his cheeks also dropped.

He finally opened his eyes.

Wake up from the long darkness.

What catches the eye is the familiar white ceiling of the school and hospital. On the ceiling, a few remaining candles have not been completely extinguished, and a few wisps of milky white smoke slowly seeps out from the candle wick, like melting dry ice.

A few elves carrying towels and medicine bottles with a sigh of laughter lightly passed the boys' sights. When they passed the candles, they brought a white mist behind them, as if they were wearing a beautiful yarn. Clothes.

The young wizard tilted his head laboriously.

The window was covered by white gauze curtains, and the golden sunlight passed through the gauze curtains, becoming scattered and light, and there was no tingling sensation even when looking directly at it.

A tall figure stood in front of Zheng Qing's eyes, blocking the window and the sunlight outside.

Zheng Qing is a therapist in the school hospital, whose surname is Ma. Zheng Qing is very impressed by his long face. Of course, he believes that he will impress the other party very deeply~www.readwn.com~ because there are not many students in Jiuyou College all year round. .

"What's this?"

Physician Ma raised **** and shook them before the boy's eyes: "Think about it."

At the same time, several cold testing instruments were roughly clamped to Zheng Qing’s ears and wrists. At the same time, something like a hard iron block was stuffed into Zheng Qing’s chest. Zheng Qing felt that his ribs seemed to be broken. .

The young public servant hissed cold, and while trying to contain his urge to roll his eyes, he weakly hummed in a hoarse voice: "Two."

"How much is two plus one?"

"three."

"Very good, there is progress."

The therapist stopped for a few seconds before removing the instruments, and nodded in satisfaction: "Two news, one is good and the other is bad. The good news is that your brain is still clear and you have retained the basic logical cognition. The bad news is that you His body is still in a mess, and he can only continue to lie on the hospital bed for a short time."