Hunting College

Interviewer No. 7 is a slightly tired senior, with gray-brown hair, brown eyes and big eye bags. He is sitting behind the desk, frowning and sorting out the information at hand.

"Joe," the interviewer stood up, grabbed Zheng Qing's hand, shook it casually, and said in a low, hoarse voice: "Joe Nesbitt, your interviewer, it's nice to meet you."

Zheng Qing stroked his nose.

He didn't hear the slightest hint of happiness in the tone of the Nesbitt senior.

"Zheng Qing," Zheng Qing replied nervously: "Zheng, who is serious, Qing Qing... It's a great honor to participate in today's interview."

Qiao nodded, sat back in the chair, and motioned to Zheng Qing to sit down too.

"Introduce yourself first."

The senior's words were simple, but they put a lot of pressure on Zheng Qing.

Half a month after school started, Zheng Qing felt that he seemed to be introducing herself every day. For all courses such as spells, talisman, divination, pharmacy, etc., in the first section, the professors will always take half of the class time for everyone to introduce themselves.

It's always a very interesting experience to introduce yourself more than a dozen times. From the tension and embarrassment at the beginning, to the familiarity and casualness, until the end, even a bit boring.

Zheng Qing was in a daze, and smiled involuntarily.

"My name is Zheng Qing. I am from Jinju. I came to the first university, hoping to learn more about magic."

At the beginning, Zheng Qing always felt that self-introduction was a very simple matter, so the following consciousness had not paid attention to this matter. But when he first introduced himself, he found sadly that his on-the-spot reaction was not as quick as he thought.

Of course, he has been introduced more than a dozen times, and now he is finally used to it.

Appearing to be very interested in the first sentence of self-introduction, the senior's brown eyes moved upward and gave Zheng Qing a glance.

Zheng Qing's eyes met him, he couldn't help being a little flustered, and quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the table in front of him.

The table is an ordinary wooden table, covered with smooth red patent leather, and the senior on the opposite side is looking at Zheng Qing with his hands on his chin. There is a notebook in front of him, and a gray quill is following the conversation between the two, struggling to write something stroke by stroke.

Zheng Qing lowered his head, just seeing the words ‘unconfident’ out of the brush, and quickly raised his head again, looking at the senior’s chin, trying to empty his head, and trying to compile his own introduction:

"I am good at Fuluo and I like to make new friends. My pet is a fox, and I have adopted a group of elves."

"Fulu...little elves...These things have been circulated in the first university." Nesbit nodded meaningfully, dropped the quill pen into the ink bottle, dipped it, and took it out again: "Say something about you Characters."

A thick drop of ink gathers on the tip of the quill pen, as if it will fall freely onto the white manuscript paper under the action of gravity.

Zheng Qing glanced at the tip of the pen worriedly.

The quill made a loud tipping sound.

The drop of ink that was about to fall was sucked back into the pen belly with this strange chick.

"In terms of personality...I have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder." Zheng Qing took a long breath and said quickly: "For example, from the dormitory to the library, I am used to taking the same fixed route, stepping on the same floor tiles, and looking at the same For example, when I go to the canteen, I am used to ordering vinegared cabbage, tomato sirloin, steamed egg, plus a vegetable soup and a steamed bun."

"I am used to familiar scenery, eating familiar food, communicating with familiar partners, living in a familiar rhythm...doing familiar, unchanging things."

"Some friends say this is paranoia; some friends say this is conservative; some friends say this is not aggressive."

The interviewer on the other side smiled slightly and seemed very interesting.

This gave Zheng Qing great courage:

"I'm not stupid, but I'm not a very smart person. I am average-looking, neither fat nor thin. Since I was a child, my academic performance is very ordinary, and it would be nice to have an excellent award. I am usually a little indecisive, and I always feel almost done. "

"Do you know that these remarks will have a certain negative impact on your interview results?" Nesbit interrupted Zheng Qing's self-analysis, raised his eyebrows and showed a curious look: "Very few people will be in the interview. Emphasize your negative...or the mediocre side."

"This is inevitable. Just like my life, it should have passed by in such a rhythm." Zheng Qingtan spread his hands and took a deep breath:

"According to this trend, I would never have a great future in my life. For people like me, the destiny is always in the hands of gods, just like floating in the water, undirected... a lifelong pursuit, occupied by contingency. It’s like a university major, astronomy, I thought it was a major for studying astrology."

"But since fate gave me a chance, and accidentally bred a magic... Then why not let this magical experience continue? When you can become a **** yourself, fate is in the hands of God, which is a joke ."

"A gentleman should keep striving for self-improvement. Although I don't have such a high level, I still have the mind to make self-improvement. So I always hope to see further and know more."

"Very wonderful self-analysis." The senior put down his pen, raised his hands, with the four fingers of his right hand close together, gently patting the palm of his left hand, and exclaimed: "So, what do you know about our work?"

"The Foreign Affairs Department, as the name suggests, is a department related to foreign affairs. I think that in this department, I can exercise my ability to communicate with other people, which is what I lack at present."

A white-robed witch passed by the two holding a book.

Then she stopped.

Zheng Qing glanced over her face and looked at her slender lips, always feeling that this face had been seen somewhere.

The interviewer across the desk seemed familiar with witches.

He nodded to the witch and continued to ask other interview questions. The one more person next to him did not affect the rhythm of his questions.

Zheng Qing also had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his mind and concentrate on the questions before him.

"Then do you have any plans for the future?"

"I hope I can successfully complete my studies in the first university, and then see a broader world and a more brilliant civilization."

"Very great ideal... Speaking of Fuluo, I heard that you belonged to the Kunlun School Fuluo?" The senior on the other side put the feather pen in his hand back into the ink bottle and closed the notebook in front of him. At the same time, he took off his glasses, changed his posture, stretched his body, and raised his slightly swollen eyelids while stroking the glasses with his fingers, and asked.

Zheng Qing watched the original dirt on the pair of spectacle lenses become clean again with the flick of his fingers, thinking in his heart, and slowly replied: "This situation is more complicated...because I have never promoted mine in school. Teachers."

"I didn't admit it, but I didn't deny it either." The senior raised his eyebrows, set his eyes back, and smiled: "Well, that's it."

Zheng Qing took a deep breath.

"You looked nervous just now."

"I wasn't nervous at first, but after listening to others, I became nervous unconsciously."

"Relax, it's just a simple interview."

"...I thought you would ask me if I have any quirks or something."

"do you have?"

"No, no, just say it casually."

"Okay, the interview is over, don't be nervous. The results of the interview will be officially announced by the student council within one week, and the relevant recruitment information will also be announced in the next issue of the'First University Student Newspaper'. Pay attention!"

"Isn't there any need to draw talisman or other tests on site?" Zheng Qing couldn't help asking when looking at the other interview tables in the room.

He has prepared sufficient materials for this exam.

"Do you need it?" The senior held up his glasses, with a smile on his face: "If the public-funded students who can write all the runes still need me as a'bad student' to be assessed, it is simply a shame for the first university."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, and thanked him again and again.

From beginning to end, the white-robed witch stood at the interview table with her arms folded, watching Zheng Qing's interview coldly, without saying a word.

Even Zheng Qing nodded and smiled at her before leaving, but he couldn't relieve the witch's stinking face a little bit.

"What's the matter, Minister Coty." The interviewer turned to look at the witch: "Chairman Colmar seems to have something to do with you just now."

"Vice Chairman Korma," the white-robed witch emphasized, then turned to look at Zheng Qingyuan's going figure, and turned over the application form on the table~www.ltnovel.com~ with a strange look on her face: "He Come to the Foreign Affairs Department for an interview? What's your name."

"You don't know him... anyway, it's considered a celebrity among freshmen this year," Joe Nesbitt stood up and stretched his waist. "He is a publicly funded student from Jiuyou College this year. His name is Zheng Qing. He applies to join. Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"I knew it was him..." The witch named Coty frowned, folded the thin application form in her hand, and threw it into the trash can next to it: "I heard about this man, he just entered school. He has memorized the school's punishment; and the other day, he jumped in at the meeting with His Excellency Augustus at No. 18 Gama Street at will, and the impact was very bad... Such people, even public students, we would not want them. "

"But," the wizard frowned, his face a little ugly: "Minister Alvin said..."

"Ha!" The witch widened her eyes and said with a shrill smile: "Minister Alvin? Although he is the head of the study department, what does it have to do with our foreign affairs department? Which department is this recruiting new people!"

"Foreign Affairs Department." The wizard sighed, his eyes swept over the trash can, and no longer objected.

As if winning, the witch held her head high and left the interview table.