Hunting College

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Friday morning is a morning full of hope.

It only takes another eight or nine hours to usher in two days of short but leisurely time.

Zheng Qing seemed to have seen the wonderful weekend life beckoning him.

After returning to the dormitory after finishing the morning class in the morning, he first checked the status of the elves.

Fortunately for Dr. Todorzem, these little guys are in good shape recently-which means that when Zheng Qing lifted them out of their sleep for examination, these little guys were also getting up.

According to the medical examination form that the doctor gave him, Zheng Qing instructed the elves to take different actions and observe their physical signs; at the same time, they used the detection talisman paper to record the corresponding quantified data.

After some tossing, the elves are much more sober.

After greeted by the ears of the public servants, these little guys flew out of the balcony one after another to collect the morning flower dew.

When all the data was recorded, Zheng Qing opened the last week's health data and made a simple comparison, and couldn't help frowning.

Even though his expertise in medical care is not sufficient, he has accumulated a certain amount of experience in the health of the elf after more than half a month of edification.

He can be very sure that the health index of the elves is slowly declining.

Although the decline is not obvious and the external performance is not outstanding, this is still a problem that cannot be ignored.

"Tomorrow, we must have a good talk with the doctor," Zheng Qing muttered, putting the medical examination records into the folder, planning to bring the elves to Dr. Duzem to discuss the matter in detail tomorrow.

"You call me?" Xiao Xiao, who had just changed his robe next to him, hadn't put on his glasses yet, so she squinted to look at Zheng Qing, "What can we talk about tomorrow?"

Zheng Qing was dumbfounded and exhaled.

"When did your ears become so sensitive?" He shook his head and asked, "Do you think about which club to join? The recruitment activity officially started at noon today."

"No time!" Dr. Xiao Da put on his glasses, raised his chin proudly, and hummed disdainfully.

Zheng Qing curled his lips and said nothing.

Since having a convulsion in a history class two days ago, Dr. Xiao Da’s recent emotions have been somewhat sensitive-this kind of thing is easy to understand. For those who confess failure, especially to the teacher, time will be a good medicine- —So the quiet library is where he stays for a long time after school.

Fatty Xin was not upset that those eyeless clubs did not send him invitations, and made up his mind not to sign up.

Although the fat brother is round and strong, he also has a weak heart.

Without paying close attention to the thatched cottage and persuasive words, he would never join those ‘no level’ and ‘simply replenishing’ clubs.

As for the small societies that sent him invitations, after some investigation, Fatty gave up decisively.

"It's better not to waste." Xin explained to the roommates like this.

Zheng Qing doesn't know if Fatty really pays attention to the quality of the club. But when he heard that not only one member of the opposite **** in the ‘freak’ group had no other sex, and even the resident in the office building was used in turn with other small groups, he understood Xin’s choice more.

According to the schedule, Friday morning is an alchemy class, and in the afternoon there is a practical class with Hilda's assistant teacher.

Because the probability of them lying down and leaving the practical class cannot be ruled out, Zheng Qing finally chose to go to the office building with Zhang Jixin to investigate the recruitment activities of major clubs after lunch.

The schedule is a bit tight.

But as a good person once said, time is like water in a sponge, there is always a squeeze.

Zheng Qingtong made up his mind and decided to squeeze a little lunch break to get the registration as soon as possible.

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In the afternoon, the office building was full of people, bustling, and a lively scene.

As the annual recruiting day for new recruits, at this time of year, the silent office building can always be lively for a while.

The old students dragged out the table and chair banners covered with cobwebs and dust from the tall closet, scrubbed them clean, and sprayed quick-acting insecticides in the corners of the office-dark corners are easy to breed ghosts and cockroaches, and many wizards are concerned about this The worms have severe allergic reactions.

The little elves in gray uniforms carried rags and water basins, and scrubbed the old murals on both sides of the corridor.

Of course, in Zheng Qing's view, it might be better to directly cover these murals with a layer of flannel.

At the very least, those flannels won't complain loudly that the oil on their faces has been wiped off.

According to tradition, many societies custom-made magical roll-ups from Beta Town to attract freshman wizards to stop and watch and sign up-but most of the time, the handsome witch and wizard models on roll-ups are all Squinting and dozing off, for them, the recruitment of clubs in the university is just a dessert between daily work, and there is no need to be so serious.

There are also some wealthy clubs that will prepare some magic puppets to attract young school girls.

Zheng Qing stared eagerly at a few beautiful freshman witches being dragged into an office with black wooden doors by the hairy fat puppets.

When he tried to follow the girls and squeeze into the black door, his shoulder was firmly clasped by Zhang Jixin.

"What do you want to do?" The red-faced boy shouted loudly, "That's the club of Atlas...Are you going to pray for thanksgiving every day before eating?"

"I just want to see the strangeness," Zheng Qingyan said insincerely, taking a regretful breath. The strong scent from the tip of the nose gradually dissipated.

"Which one are you going to attend?" Zhang Jixin hugged his arms and looked around, looking at the figures coming and going with some worry: "Although my brother asked me to participate in the student union of Jiuyou Academy, I don't plan to enter that kind of lifeless place. ...I would like to join the hunting team of Jiuyou Academy, but the hunting team in the academy only recruits students above the second grade... It really doesn't work~www.ltnovel.com~ I will choose a small hunting team, such as that of Divine Will The hunting team recruits first-year students..."

"The First University Student Union," Zheng Qing interrupted his nagging: "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I only plan to report this place."

"Where is your invitation letter?" Zhang Jixin's attention was really diverted: "If you have an invitation letter, you can directly enter the student union as a secretary... Why are you here today?"

Zheng Qing blushed, looking like Zhang Jixin's cousin.

He would never admit that the First University Student Union had not issued an invitation to him—for some reason, he felt it was a shame.

"I've been busy recently, and I will go to patrol tomorrow." Zheng Qing said vaguely, and said unsatisfactorily: "Anyway, I'm going to find the student union registration point..."

"Aren't you planning to join more societies?" Zhang Jixin couldn't help asking: "For example, the Youth Talisman Association, they must very much hope to exchange and learn with you."

"No time." Zheng Qing spread his hands and said sincerely.

Although the first university does not limit the number of students participating in student clubs or organizations.

But considering the academic pressure, Zheng Qing finally decided to join only one student organization.

Adhering to the attitude of going to the best organization if you want to go, he skipped a large number of large organizations such as the Jiuyou College Student Union and Divine Will, and went straight to the First University Student Union.

Since Jiuyou College belongs to the No. 1 University, the student union of No. 1 University must be much better than the student union of Jiuyou College.

This is his simple logical idea.

Of course, more importantly, the First University Student Union is the only large-scale student organization that has not sent an invitation letter to Zheng Qing.

This made Zheng Qing expect a little more from this organization.

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