Hunting College

"As for the guilt..."

On the podium, the professor projection did not try to maintain order, but just knocked on the table and raised his voice a little: "I believe everyone here knows more about them than me, a lousy old man... They maintained the enthusiasm for winning the freshman championship last year. , showing an amazing level that surpasses most ordinary hunting teams, I think it is appropriate enough to use the slightly vulgar word 'super student hunting team' to describe these young hunters."

While speaking, he glanced at the back left corner of the classroom.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the aura of the projection on the podium became a little thicker, and his eyes became a little more agile.

As if the professor's eyes had really been cast.

Young Gongfeisheng subconsciously straightened his back and sat straighter. Almost at the same time, the students in the front row turned their heads to look at their corner, with excitement, admiration, and envy in their eyes.

"Second thing!"

The professor on the podium did not give the students more opportunities to chat, and after a short pause, he knocked on the podium again: "About some arrangements for next week...including arrangements for study and hunting...Actually, I think this matter should be Put it at the very beginning... Who knows what week it is now?"

"Seventh week!"

There were scattered answers from the audience.

"Yes, it's already the seventh week." The professor raised his voice slightly: "Tomorrow is the eighth week, and the mid-term exam is usually scheduled for the tenth or eleventh week. That is to say, when the hunting month ends, you should Welcome to the new round of exams after you enter the second grade."

There was no need for him to reiterate, the classroom suddenly burst into laments one after another.

Zheng Qing could clearly feel that the spirit of excitement in the school hunting competition, just because of this sentence, immediately fell to the bottom of the valley.

The professor softened his tone a bit: "...I emphasize this matter, not to deny you actively participating in the school hunting competition, nor to let you turn all your energy back to study during this time. Instead, you need to pay more attention to study and study. A balance of practice, practice, and fun...everything in life matters, and everything that is being done should be done with care, not half-hearted."

The atmosphere in the classroom gradually became more correct.

"The mid-term exam is not a problem," the professor nodded with satisfaction and continued to talk: "Like last year, most of the exams are in the classroom, and the professors of each subject set their own questions, and there are many open-book exams... But I would recommend You are demanding of yourself, because this test is a summary of your mastery of magic knowledge at this stage, if you want to find out what is missing, this is a very good opportunity."

"In addition to learning, you also need to know some of the arrangements of the school hunting club."

"This part was supposed to come after the third thing, but considering the time, in order not to waste the last few hours of your precious vacation, I'll give you a breather first."

"Monday to Friday next week, well, to be precise, until noon on Friday, there will be no official hunting competition, but related, some derivative activities of the school hunting club will be held in a concentrated manner, such as freshman experience competition, hunting meeting, Hunting gardens, hunting balls, hunting painting exhibitions, hunting tastings, etc., I hope everyone can do what I emphasized before, balancing the relationship between various activities and learning..."

Zheng Qing's ears moved slightly, and he heard the fat wizard in the front row whispering to the red-faced wizard next to him: "...until noon on Friday? In other words, the final was scheduled for Friday afternoon, which took up the time for the practice class."

"Not at all strange."

Zhang Jixin pouted: "As the so-called 'everything can be practiced', the opening ceremony is a social practice, a school hunting meeting is a magical practice, and being occupied by Lao Yao is a philosophical practice... Practice is a basket, big and small things can be put into it."

Although he didn't participate in their chat, the young public student still nodded involuntarily to show his approval.

"...Then the last thing, about the results of the school hunting club trials and the rules of the finals." Those words on the podium immediately drew back the attention of those who were distracted in the class.

Including Zheng Qing.

He looked up, and the professor was putting his hand in his arms, as if he was holding a grade sheet. The young public fee student couldn't help but feel refreshed and sat more upright than before.

In the entire classroom, Nicholas was the only one who was more positive than him. Ever since the fringe hunting team was evaluated by the professor with the word 'surprise', this lanky and tall wizard from the North District has always been restless, and now he is more than half of it. All of them leaned forward on the table, as if trying to help the professor pull out the hand that he put into his arms.

The entire classroom held their breaths, but the projection on the podium was not in a hurry, and the movement seemed to be a little slower than before. Zheng Qing couldn't help but wonder if the distance between Professor Yao's body and the projection was too far, causing the magic power to freeze.

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The professor's hand finally came out of his arms, but to everyone's expectations, what the professor held was not a transcript or a notebook, but a round duck the size of a fist.

Suddenly there was a shock in the classroom.

The little duck seemed to be frightened by the whistling sound, shrank into a ball, and tucked its head under the wings to make a crisp crashing sound. Only then did Zheng Qing notice that the little duck was made of brass.

"Be quiet, don't scare it!"

The professor reprimanded the young wizards who were making a fuss in the audience, and at the same time tapped the brass duck's back: "...and you, you are a copper duck, how dare you be less brave than a porcelain one!"

The duck shook its head and quacked twice.

"Mmmm," the professor perfunctory, took out a few pellets and stuffed them into the copper duck's mouth: "Eat quickly... finish your work early and go back to the shelf earlier, it's safer there."

Bronze Duck stuck his head out, pecked, looked up and swallowed, and swallowed the few pellets into his stomach in an instant. Then he seemed to have a bit of courage, pacing back and forth on the lecture table, flapping his wings.

A wisp of very light smoke slowly trickled out from the back as it moved.

It was only then that the professor raised his head and explained briefly: "Regarding the results of the trials and finals, the Student Union and the Hunting Committee have decided to make a unified arrangement to announce... The location is still in the Dreamland, which is almost the same as when you were watching the game before. ... The smoke emitted by this aroma duck can help everyone enter the fantasy world better and faster... Well, don't use magic power to resist that drowsiness, otherwise you may have a little twists and turns when entering the fantasy world."

Gan.

This was Zheng Qing's last thought before his consciousness fell into darkness. Along with this thought, there was a little magic power he had just mentioned that he had worked hard to dispel.