Hunting College

A Jamaican in a silver dress stands at the door of West 201 classroom.

He wears small dreadlocks, shiny black skin, and a strong body. Even through the wide robe, he can feel the tremendous power contained in the bulging muscles.

There are more than ten minutes before class. The classroom is full of voices, or talk about the upcoming moon hunting, or discuss the recent mysterious monsters by Linzhong Lake, or simply cling to the textbook to sleep and replenish the never enough sleep .

No one seemed to notice the guest standing at the door of the classroom.

The Jamaican looked at the freshmen with subtle expressions, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

A few years ago, he also sat here, chatting with friends, speculating about the majesty of the great wizards, and commenting on the rookies on the wanted list.

And now, he has matured a lot.

Although he is only one or two years older than these young people in the classroom, he already knows that some things are true or false within a single thought. Some people speculate that they will receive the secret retribution of magic rules, and sometimes, from the youth It only takes a few months to reach maturity.

The light of midday passed through the tall French windows, leaving light spots of different shades on the floor.

The breeze blew, and the clouds in the sky flowed, causing these spots to tremble violently, bringing the absent Jamaicans back to reality.

After a while, he buckled the classroom door with his fingers.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound was neither light nor heavy, but it happened to make everyone in the classroom hear clearly.

The original lively atmosphere has slightly reduced.

Many people are looking at this unexpected guest with surprise.

"Who is he?"

"Haven't seen...Are you a junior in heavy training?"

"Could it be that history classes will also be missed? It's incredible... I have never heard of..."

"It seems that the age is indeed quite young...maybe the new teaching assistant?"

"Oh... no, I came to teach this class honestly for the beautiful Sima... If I were to look at this black face this morning... I would do it all night Nightmare!"

Perhaps the last harsh evaluation was a little louder, and it seemed a bit abrupt and rude in the empty classroom.

The stranger at the door looked stagnant, and resisted the urge to live in the house and throw a few small hurting spells, and tried to straighten his body a little bit.

Because he remembers his mission.

So we must pay attention to the image.

"Ahem!"

The stick figure on the sticker behind the door woke up and coughed twice.

There are still two nasal blisters hanging on its nose, and dark ghosts can be vaguely seen under the monotonous coils at the corners of its eyes.

"The teacher is not here!" It first solemnly announced this important message.

Many people were relieved.

This means that the strange black man at the door of the classroom is not a teaching assistant in the acting history class. The beautiful teacher Sima will still appear on the three-foot-wide podium soon.

But there are still some people who remain skeptical.

After all, these stick figures' bad behavior can be described as ‘notorious’, and many freshmen have been teased by their lies. So it is very necessary to be cautious.

"The Vice-Chairman of the Student Union of the First University, the Chairman of the Alpha College Student Union, His Majesty the King in Arcana, a three-tiered public student, the leader of the Hemophilia, the great Augustus..."

The stick figure villain pointed his throat, finished the title with many adjectives in one breath, and then got stuck.

"What is your relationship with Augustus?" It tilted its head, covered its mouth, and whispered to the Jamaican in a loud voice: "What's your name?"

There was silence for a second in the classroom.

Then burst into laughter.

Many people patted the table and held their stomachs, tears of laughter came out.

"Too funny!" Zheng Qing's expression was distorted, and he squeezed Xiao Xiao's shoulders, slammed the table hard, and smiled: "I never knew that simple strokes could be so funny..."

"Image," Xiao Xiao tried to help the slanted glasses on the bridge of his nose, her voice trembling: "Pay attention to the image...You are a public student from Jiuyou College."

Zheng Qing didn't know where he was poked to laugh, and smiled and slipped under the table.

The Jamaican at the door couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry," he waved to the freshmen, and said briskly: "Although I don't often come to the school to attend classes... but I think these stick figures should not be so bad."

His voice is not loud and his speaking speed is still fast, but every word he says is very clear, and everyone hears clearly.

"What are you talking about?" The stick figure on the white paper behind the door was akimbo, and asked loudly: "Young man, you have to speak responsibly! What is bad..."

The Jamaican ignored it, but snapped his fingers.

An elf on the edge of the blackboard rushed down quickly, holding a piece of white chalk, and delivering it to the black man.

"As a senior, I am here to give you a little trick."

With that said, the Jamaican grabbed the chalk and scribbled **** the stick figure, and said as he painted:

"Although the predecessors used very interesting magic skills on these simple strokes, this is only a painting after all... and it is just a simple stroke... Don't expect too much magical mystery hidden in those lone lines... I can't count on how deep an anti-stain spell is attached to this bare white paper."

While talking, the figure on the stick figure has been covered with thick chalk dust.

Soon, its figure disappeared on the white paper.

"It's like a window. When you don't like the scenery outside, just pull the curtains." The Jamaican finished his performance and flicked the chalk into the air.

The elf in overalls vibrated its wings, swooped sensitively, caught the chalk head, and retracted it into the pencil case.

There was warm applause in the classroom.

The Jamaican straightened out his dirty braids, tilted his head slightly, covered his chest with his right hand, and bowed slightly.

"thank you very much."

He raised his head ~www.ltnovel.com~ The witty smile on his face disappeared, and he said in a slightly serious voice:

"Sorry to bother you."

"I am the messenger of Lord Augustus."

"You can call me Daly III."

The noise in the classroom faded quickly, and everyone read some important messages from the serious expressions of Jamaicans. Although many people have not heard the name Daly III, everyone knows the name Augustus.

This is the most honorable title among Alpha students.

It also represents a huge energy.

The Alpha students in the classroom immediately became serious. They understand the meaning of this name better than people in other colleges. Some people even stood up nervously, bowed their heads slightly, and acted to express their respect.

"I'm looking for classmate Zheng Qing." Daly III regained his brisk tone. He raised his head slightly, his eyes swept across the dark crowd, with a decent smile on his face: "Excuse me, is classmate Zheng Qing there?"