Hunting College

Two slender threads dropped from the ceiling.

A wooden stick with the thickness of a finger is tied to the silk thread, and a colorful parrot stands on the stick.

This is a precious Persian tiger skin.

Compared with ordinary petite budgerigars, the head and feet of Persian tiger skin is the size of an ordinary owl, and it looks domineering. And most of the Persian tiger skins are three-headed parrots: the head on the left is tender green, the head on the right is sky blue, and the head in the middle is mixed with left and right colors, and looks a little gray.

Although they look weird, Persian tiger skins are recognized as intelligent creatures in the wizarding world, and even the "Witcher Code" has established their legal status of'full capacity' through formal laws-this is in sharp contrast with the alchemy elf .

Of course, due to inherent physical limitations, there are not many jobs in the wizarding world suitable for Persian tiger skins. Most of them are hired into church choirs, serving as orders in restaurants or callers in Wizarding Bank.

The Persian tiger skin in front of me is an employee of the First University.

On its three bifurcated heads, a gray and crisp high-waisted top hat was buttoned respectively.

The brim of the hat is also embedded with the regular triangle logo of the first university.

Maybe it's because these hats are a bit heavy, or the atmosphere in the office is a bit boring. At this moment, the hat on the Persian tiger's skin was a bit slanted, and it looked like the head would fall off a little bit.

"Twenty-third! Twenty-three!" The green head on the left of the Persian tiger skin shouted in a hoarse voice: "Examinee No. 23, report to the interviewer No. 5!"

"Twenty-four! Candidate Twenty-four!" The blue head on the right sounded a bit sharper, and his tone was a little more impatient: "Twenty-four candidate, report to interviewer No. 9! Hurry up!"

"The twentieth candidate confirmed that he was late and canceled today's interview qualification." After repeating this message vaguely several times, the middle head immediately buried his head in the food bowl in front of him, and ate hard.

It can be seen that it is starving.

A few elves in gray uniforms flew around, serving the hard-working big parrot.

Some elves add food to the parrot’s food bowl, and some elves fly around and pass paper strips between the parrot and the work table, and there are even two elves holding small brushes to take care of it specifically for this big parrot. Body with colorful feathers.

"This Persian tiger skin is a veteran member of the student union," the short wizard pushed Zheng Qing to the waiting area, and said: "It is said that it is a friend of the 88th student union chairman, migrating from the depths of the silent forest. It’s...it’s more than 20 years to stay. This year it’s more than 40 years old, and it’s considered an old age among Persian tiger skins."

"I don't know if it's middle-aged syndrome. Recently, this guy has a bad temper." The short wizard quietly glanced at the big parrot on the bird's shelf, lowered his voice, and said to Zheng Qing's ear: "So, while waiting , Be sure to pay attention to its registration number... promise faster, otherwise it will cancel your interview qualifications if you fail to register for the third time."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened in surprise.

Although he knows that Persian tiger skin is regarded by wizards as intelligent creatures, letting a grumpy parrot decide his own interview test, he always feels improper no matter from which point of view he looks at it.

"It has this qualification." Seeing his dissatisfaction, the short boy added: "It is an honorary member of the Presidium of the First University Student Union... Once served as the honorary chairman of the 10th Student Union, from the 95th to the 05th. ."

Zheng Qing swallowed, and finally remembered that he is now at the Wizarding University of Wizarding World.

"In this world, nothing is impossible," he comforted himself, sitting on the bench in the waiting area.

But after all, a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

He seemed to be able to see a large colorful parrot pacing back and forth on the main table of the conference table, three heads roaring loudly, and on both sides of the conference table, the leaders of the student union were sitting neatly on the chairs. , Head down, accept the brutal rule of the big bird.

So he couldn't help but laugh.

"Your number is fifty-sixth," the short wizard gave Zheng Qing a surprised look, put the numbered note back into his hand, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It should be a while. ...Don't be nervous, I am very optimistic about you!"

As he said, he gave a thumbs up and smiled encouragingly.

Zheng Qing raised the corners of his mouth, trying to put on a grateful expression.

The short wizard nodded in satisfaction, and quickly ran back to the office area to re-instruct the new candidates.

Zheng Qing sat on the bench, turned out his book, checked the mantra copied from it-although there was only one binding mantra-again, and then took out the gray bag to check whether his brush was bald and the ink was It is not smooth, the snake on the inkstone is not dozing off, and whether the size of the talisman paper is suitable.

After some repetitive work with no nutrition, he put the gray cloth bag back into his arms, stared blankly at the big parrot above his head, and fell back into a state of doing nothing.

Then, the conversation between the two girls behind him attracted his attention.

"Have you heard? The demon that killed several magical creatures in Jiuyou Academy was caught," a whispered voice said coquettishly: "My cousin is the head of the Alpha Student Union... he The people from the school work committee have already sent the notice to the colleges, and we will receive the notice on Monday."

"Really?" The other voice was soft, sounding a little horrified: "There are such monsters in the academy... it's terrible."

Zheng Qing tried to resist the urge to turn his head to refute.

After all, it was two little girls who didn't understand anything. He comforted himself from the bottom of his heart and couldn't be more serious.

Sure enough, after a few sentences on current affairs, the girls' attention quickly shifted to another place.

"Do you know the names of the interviewers? I think it would be helpful to know some information about an interviewer."

"I don't know, it is said that these interviewers are cadres in the student union...many of them are heads of school clubs."

"It would be nice if I had more time. I can do some simple fortune-telling, at least I feel confident."

The muttering of the two girls made Zheng Qing a little uneasy.

"I don't know what questions they will ask."

"Spells should have been cast on those tables... I tried to listen before, but I couldn't hear anything."

"I heard from my cousin that they will ask questions about your strengths, interests, and preferences, and some interviewers will also ask about your quirks!"

"Why are they so perverted!"

"To be precise, they don't want abnormalities to enter the student union."

"Such a simple interview... can it be done?"

"There are people with strong divination skills in the student union, and they will participate in the first trial. They will make a comprehensive assessment of us...very accurate."

"I kind of want to go home..."

"They will also ask you about your target position, planning, study status, etc."

"Oh! Is there anything they don't ask?"

"The size of your chest... because they swept it out at a glance~www.ltnovel.com~ The two girls talked and laughed and huddled together.

As if feeling that he had heard something inappropriate, Zheng Qing immediately focused his attention on the Persian tiger skin on the bird rack, and tried to abandon the conversation behind him.

I don't know how long I waited.

at last.

The Persian tiger skin standing on the bird stand called Zheng Qing's number.

"Number fifty six! Number fifty six!"

The sharp sound of the blue head on the right of the big parrot hurts in the human brain:

"Candidate No. 56, report to the interviewer No. 7!"

"Here!" Zheng Qing replied loudly, stood up quickly, and ran towards the interview area.