Hunting College

Although the opening ceremony is over, the atmosphere in the first hall has not cooled down.

The surrounding trumpet flowers have not withered yet, a few large trumpets are hanging on the half withered vines, and they are still trying to puff up the wrinkled petals, and spit out vague ballads.

The fairies in grass skirts crawled around in the freshman team, jumping around smilingly, grinning to beg for gifts, causing the gray-robed school worker to drive around with a long broomstick.

The professors have already left the scene one after another, and young wizards who are unfettered gathered in groups of three or five. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, a lively party was held in the hall—this is the tradition of the first university to entertain freshmen.

The officers of the student union have dragged boxes of green bees, as well as all kinds of refreshing snacks, all piled up in the middle of the hall, free to use.

The Smurfs in various dresses held fruit plates and wine bottles, and shuttled back and forth between the new students, filling every empty glass with drinks, and stuffing fruit into the mouth of every young wizard who opened his mouth. .

Zheng Qing stood in the middle of the crowd, rubbing the wine glass in his hand, watching the yellow medal circulating in the hands of different people, and sincerely hope that it will never return to his hands.

But this is just a delusion after all.

In full view, no one will try to hack a hero's prize.

Soon, Dr. Xiao Da took the Merlin brass medal from the last observer, turned and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's pocket.

The medal slid down the smooth silk, and Zheng Qing felt his robe fall, and it seemed to be pulling his heart and sinking heavily.

"You look a little depressed?" Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked a little curious: "Is it because the speech just now was not satisfactory?"

Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly, without saying anything.

He really doesn't know how to explain.

"Give you a suggestion," Dr. Xiao Da dragged him and pointed around: "Look up and look at the people in this hall. What can you find?"

The young public-sponsored student raised his head in confusion and looked around.

In Alpha's team, Linguo was riding on the back of his black goat, wandering around the pillars, tilting his head up and not knowing what he was looking at; there were still many flattering faces around the young master of Taylor's family. , He was as careless as ever, letting the jewel ring on his ten fingers blind other young wizards.

In comparison, the new students of Atlas have converged a lot. They either meditate silently and hone their meditation skills in a restless environment; or they get together three to five to exchange their thoughts and insights. Zheng Qing also saw a familiar figure. The little monk named Shi Yuan on the special plane was pressing the head of a little fairy and expounding on the Dharma, ignoring the little fairy's frowning expression.

Perhaps the most lively one is the Star Academy. A large group of freshmen formed a big circle, and the two people inside greeted each other with fists and roars, falling teeth and pieces of meat flying wild, blood and sweat. Not only did the seniors in the next grade not stop them, they opened the handicap very pretentiously and greeted the other freshmen to bet and guess.

"Isn't this against the rules?" Zheng Qing's eyes finally recovered some vitality, and he looked at a slightly higher position in the hall in surprise.

In the corridors on the second and third floors, there are many pickets holding note boards; even on the high-rise terraces, there are several assistants lying on the railings, smiling at the party below.

"What?" Because the noise was more complicated, Xiao Xiao didn't hear Zheng Qing's question clearly.

"I mean, the people in Star Academy are gambling?! Does the school picket do not care?" Zheng Qing asked in a shocked tone: "There are no rules at all...It makes people desperate for this school. ..."

"That's gambling, not gambling." Zhang Jixin put a generous slap on Zheng Qing's shoulders, and laughed: "As long as you don't use divination skills when placing bets, anyone can go up and try their luck... Said, there is no better chance than good luck."

"Spoken words and expressions." Zheng Qing sneered at the explanation. He even began to maliciously guess whether the picket wizards had collected the black money from the Star Academy, so he let the gambling guys fantasize.

What Lao Yao said last night, today’s commendation from the professor of ceremonies, plus the heavy honor on his chest, and the skirt that was never sent out in the dormitory—all kinds of annoying things blocked his throat and kept him There is a feeling of nausea and dizziness.

The gambling in the Star Academy in broad daylight was like a catalyst that made him almost unable to suppress the shame and resentment in his heart.

"It's lawless!"

"Doesn't wizards have the slightest sense of morality?"

"Will your conscience hurt?"

His mind was so full of words and roars that he didn't hear Xiao Xiao's questioning clearly.

"Did you only see gambling?" Dr. Xiao Da repeated in a very disappointed tone: "Did you see the others? What else did you see?"

The young public-sponsored student finally recovered a little.

He looked around irritably and shook his head indiscriminately.

Xiao Xiao finally gave up her efforts and sighed deeply.

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Jixin was very curious about Dr. Xiao Da's unfinished business, and couldn't help asking: "Apart from the carnival crowd, withered trumpet flowers, and the elves caught and beaten in the hall, what else? Some ghosts with hidden traces have come in... No way!"

"This is the problem. People's eyes will always stay on what they want to see and think of." Xiao Xiao sighed in a weak tone: "But in fact, there are still very big problems in the hall... Many, many questions... so big that everyone turns a blind eye to them and feels that they deserve it!"

Zheng Qing listened to these words that had nothing to do with him, but felt the same for some reason, and nodded and said yes.

In his opinion, the school seems to be eroded by a breath of distorted morals and standards, but it seems that no one is aware of this.

"Where is the problem? Who has the problem?" Zhang Jixin became more and more curious, frowning and looking around: "What is the problem?"

"You, me, he...everyone has problems." Xiao Xiao grabbed the notebook's hand and waved it all over the sky, and drew a big circle, including everyone in the hall: "The problem is this university."

"I feel so too...this university is sick..." Zheng Qing couldn't help but said, not feeling the second time in this sentence.

Zhang Jixin looked at the two in horror, with a subtle expression on his face.

"The first university was originally to build a university that eliminates barriers and tolerates each other... but now we don't see any signs of harmony."

Xiao Xiao didn’t care about the peculiar eyes of the people around him. Instead, he quickly explained by waving his arms: “Just like what you see...Even at the party, the four colleges are still very distinct. Have their own sphere of influence...No one from any college will cross that invisible gully and break into the world of other colleges."

Zheng Qing sighed disappointedly. He felt that Xiao Xiao did not see the true location of the illness.

Zhang Jixin breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm scared to death..." His face turned purple just now, and he seemed to lose his breath at any time: "Listen to your previous description... I almost thought the end of the world was coming~www.ltnovel.com ~Xiao Xiao opened the notebook and pressed it on his face without making a sound.

"Excuse me, let me..." Fatty Xin exclaimed from the crowd: "Zheng Hero, is this your dog?"

"Fox... it's a fox." Zheng Qing corrected weakly: "Also, don't call that stupid nickname."

"Stupid? It should be very popular... The most questions girls ask me are about you." Fatty Xin held the two'soft toys' that he had just snatched from the girls' pile-Little Fox Posey The orange cat in Dong and the dormitory-squeezed back, with sweat stains on Yuanyuan's face.

He pouted and mimicked vividly: "How old is Zheng Qing this year? Is he falling in love with Irina? You really share a dormitory with him? Do you know what kind of girl paper he likes..."

Zheng Qing took Poseidon with a face of constipation.

It has been wrapped in a thick saree, and its tail is even tied with a bow.

This made the little fox ashamed and angry.

Looking at its expression, I can't wait to chop off my tail.

On the other side, Zhang Jixin is still discussing the topic just now with Xiao Xiao.

"If you think there are... rifts between the colleges." Zhang Jixin's square face was almost wrinkled into a circle in order to select the appropriate vocabulary: "Why don't you do something to make up for it? For example, let's go to other colleges to get some understanding. People come over and have fun together!"

Xiao Xiao held the notebook, his eyebrows almost raised out of his forehead.

"Hello, sir," Zheng Qing greeted a figure who had just appeared in the crowd beside him.

His voice was a little tight, and his face was a little pale.

Because the black-robed wizard who came to him was a teaching assistant and an interviewer when he entered the school.

The real hero in Damingfang, Thomas.