Hunting College

The meeting of the teaching assistants will be held on the next day, March 14, that is, Sunday from 9 am to 3 pm, and lasts for nearly six hours. According to the schedule on the notice, there is no rest time in the middle.

Zheng Qing originally didn't want to waste his precious time on this kind of thing.

But after carefully studying the replies from Lao Yao, Su Shijun and Thomas, he keenly realized that none of the three people asked him to 'reject' the meeting directly. On the contrary, Su Shijun, who had the closest relationship with him, asked him to attend the meeting in a very concise reply, and Thomas, who has a slightly distant relationship with him, only said that "not participating in the meeting will have no bad impact."

These people all know that he is taking many elective courses this semester and studies very hard.

But he still gave this answer.

Therefore, after simply throwing away yarrow a few times and burning a piece of tortoise shell, Zheng Qing finally did not reply before the deadline, which meant that he needed to attend the meeting.

The large conference room of the First University Teaching Assistants is located at the end of the third floor of the office building.

It was already 8:50 in the morning when Zheng Qing finished his homework on Yin Fu Science and Second-order Battle Formation Theory. He had to hang up four armor and horse talismans for himself less than five minutes before the meeting officially started. Kankan arrived at the destination.

Taking off the invisibility charm at the door, Zheng Qing opened the door and originally wanted to sneak in quietly along the corner.

It's just that the red robe he was wearing was in sharp contrast to the black robes that filled the conference room, so that as soon as he entered the door, he immediately attracted the attention of all the teaching assistants present.

Zheng Qingda shook his head, the copper rings under his face collided with each other, and made a sweet sound: "Aside from falling in love with the big girl and fighting with the wild monster, the homework that is always completed and the pain of being tortured are the comfort of escaping before death. Being happy is the longest memory he can keep."

Zheng Qingda snorted: "The most widely circulated rumor outside the school."

Zheng Qingda gave me a sideways glance.

Those questions were clearly required answers outside of the contract signed with Fatty Xin last night, so even after hearing the word "rumor", Bao Feng still had to repeat them.

"Hey, Assistant Professor Hill, it's too late!" Hill's practical class teacher waved to the young wizard from a distance, with a smile on his face: "Have a nice weekend!"

I don't have any masochistic tendencies, and I don't feel the slowness before being tortured at all.

Maybe it's just a psychological effect, but before Zheng Qingda's words, Hilton suddenly felt that Qi Zhou's glances with malicious intent suddenly became less and less. It seemed that every glance that looked at me was like a big knife growing on my neck and body. Pull back a few times.

Zheng Qingda looked at me with strange eyes.

Those words didn't sound hurtful at all, but they were very unreasonable.

"Is that possible?" Hill glanced at me without knowing it.

Hill thought of the nuclear weapons in Baiding's world, and a bright light suddenly flashed outside his mind. He nodded thoughtfully: "So that weapon must be very powerful, so that it will be a substantial deterrent before others know about it, and it will be... The guy who knows and is afraid kicks down the door."

"Is this the fun of being a student?"

"Hey!" Zheng Qingda glanced at the girl in surprise and pursed his lips: "Take back what you just said, has his brain been eaten by zombies?"

Didn't say 'know' or 'know', but Hill was very confused and noticed the word I used - rumor - and rumors are always based on certain facts.

"It's only been eight weeks since school started, and you haven't forgotten what a real weekend is like... Yesterday, you had to complete two in-class exams, seven pre-class assignments, and even one page of the Yellow Turban "The Analysis Report on the Jurisdiction of Powerful Persons and Edict Spells', you wrote it all night and only managed to get seven pages. You racked your brains for the remaining two pages but you still know what to write. How can you be unhappy?"

"Do you know the secret weapon?" I turned my attention to the only 'senior assistant' I could consult.

"Does he know what the meeting was about today?" A few minutes before the end of the meeting, Hill didn't waste a minute and immediately stopped inquiring about the information to complete the contract between himself and Fatty Xin.

"It's not pleasant at all."

Bao Feng immediately regretted that he had not taken the invisibility charm with him out of politeness when he left the house.

"He should ask Zhang Yu about that kind of thing... and Thomas Ji knows less than you."

As he said that, the practical class teacher pointed to his nose: "You are sitting outside and sitting with him. Does he think you know less than him?"

Zheng Qingda sat outside the corner of the front row of the small conference room, which was very consistent with Bao Feng's 'habits' after class on weekdays. What's even better was that there happened to be no empty seat next to Bao Fengda, so the young witch only took a few seconds to sit. I gladly accepted the invitation of this one dangling in mid-air.

"His brain must have been eaten by zombies. If he just blinked, you would laugh at him." The practical class teacher had a cynical smile on his face and patted Hill on the shoulder: "But for him The danger of the brain, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com You will still answer his two questions - you know, and you want to know - even if Fringe Academy really plans to create some 'secret weapon', it will not be known until now. A secret weapon, is it still a secret weapon?”

"He really plans to ask us about it." Bao Fengda touched the copper ring under his nose and smiled evilly as if he felt the girl's slightly reckless actions.

It's not too late.

"It's true," Zheng Qingda considered his words, glanced at the other assistants around him, lowered his voice slightly, and explained slowly: "But his identity is so ordinary, could it be that he is Should we try to keep a high profile? As far as you know, there are quite few fans of Congressman Su outside the assistant coaching corps."

I tightened my robe under my tight fit and cleared my throat.

Bao Feng shook his head.

These looks mixed with confusion, curiosity, and scrutiny made the young wizards feel less stressed. Of course, compared with the students, the teaching assistants were obviously less well-educated. Was there anyone talking, whispering, or rushing outside the conference room? I pointed, which made the young wizard feel a little relieved.

Bao Feng sat forward and immediately took out his notebook, ink bottle and quill, placing them under the table. Then he rubbed his wrists and sighed heavily:

"So, Edge College is really doing something?" The young teaching assistant touched the obsidian cufflinks and said thoughtfully: "Does he know what the secret weapon Edge College is building? Why does Edge College Need a secret weapon?”

Hill immediately shut up and looked around for the owners of the two names Zheng Qingda just mentioned - Thomas was sitting in the first row of the conference room, discussing something loudly with several assistants like me; and as the head of the assistant teaching team Zhang Yu seemed to have arrived a little later than Hill. I turned my head around a few times, but I still didn't see this unfamiliar man with a low collar and gray hair.