Hunting College

"Wow... I turned out to be the "Famous Merlin Medal Winner"!"

"What are the meanings of this'tricky' question? Do you think I am not troubled enough?"

"And this, this'a certain surname wizard', is it Duan Xiaojian?... Then who is this anonymous wizard from Alpha Academy? When did you go for the interview..."

Zheng Qing was holding the newspaper, reading the number written by Fatty Xin with relish, yelling from time to time, expressing his views and positions.

It is not the first time for young public-funded students to be able to fall into a certain report in black and white as an individual and become the ‘other person’ in the eyes of others.

But this does not prevent him from changing his perspective, standing on the side of a third party, and watching this report.

It must be admitted that Fatty's boasting "Spring and Autumn Brushwork" is really good.

At the very least, Zheng Qing didn't read Fatty's two ‘underdraw’ questions from the article, but he read the answers to those two questions in the article.

It's just that, as I read it, young public-funded students always feel that this text is a bit contradictory.

"How do I feel that your article is a bit... out of touch with the actual situation?" Zheng Qing looked at the report in the newspaper for a long time, and finally put forward some of his own opinions.

"Different from reality?" Fatty Xin yelled like a cat with its tail stomped on: "Sir! This is a very serious accusation! For a person who is determined to become a great journalist, there is nothing like yours. It's even more hurtful!"

Obviously, he was so dissatisfied with the accusation of public-funded students that he used honorifics in his speech.

"Oh, sorry." Zheng Qing shrugged and replied in a very insincere tone: "If the sentence just made you feel uncomfortable, I immediately take it back and apologize to you... But I just said it. The facts I saw."

"No... you don't need to apologize to me," the fat man said with a stern face and a serious expression: "You need to point out what you call "out of reality" in my article...otherwise I will treat what you say as one Kind of provocation!"

"Even if he is provocative, what can you do." Dr. Xiao Da was abruptly interjecting next to him, his expression was a bit subtle: "You know, when you signed the contract, I was standing by the side..."

This reminder is just right.

The fat man stood still in place, silent.

At the beginning of school, when the Astronomy Class 08-1 was having a party in the Wandering Bar, Zheng Qing and several partners had chosen a talisman each on the advice of the Wandering Wizard. Given that the drunk Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin were unable to fulfill their payment obligations, under the suggestion of Dr. Xiao Da, and with the consent of the three parties, Zheng Qing signed a magical contract with the two.

A private employment agreement valid for one year, commonly known as a ‘sale contract’.

Although a few people occasionally used this incident to joke, he did not force the two wizards to do things such as striptease in public or act as thugs to make money for the out-of-school clubs due to the natural kindness of public funds.

The true effectiveness of this magic contract was slowly forgotten under the tacit understanding of a few people.

To this day, the doctor joked about the incident again.

The young public servant looked at the fat man whose face was turning white and blue, and his breathing began to rush slowly. He suddenly felt bad, and quickly smiled and turned the subject back: "Don’t get excited, don’t get excited... Just discuss the matter, let’s take a look. A report, great!"

The blue looming on the fat man's face slowly faded.

This has made public money slanderous-the Blue Giant who can transform into a good ‘innerpiece’ has a tendency to become a Hulk.

It's just that this is not the time to complain.

Spreading out the newspaper in his hand, Zheng Qingsha pointed to the above paragraphs with the flashing light ball above his head, and raised his own question: "It's not me who is picking up the prick, you are also on the spot, you can listen to it. Is there anything wrong with what I said..."

"First of all, the biggest problem is chronological order."

"Look, in the article you wrote, she first answered the fifth question, then turned back to the third question, then the fourth, and finally the first and the second... completely out of reality. The situation!"

"You..." The fat man seemed to have something to say.

"You listen to it first!" Zheng Qing interrupted his words quickly, and continued to add: "Secondly, there is also here... Regarding Su Ya's terminology-'Strict style and serious speech. Although short in stature, but Strong aura'-are you serious?"

"Among the four short sentences describing her, apart from the fact that the ‘short stature’ fits the realities, what other points have something to do with the crying little girl!"

"If the details above are not important, there is still here!" The young public student waved his arms vigorously, stopping the fat man's intention to speak again, and continued to express his views: "About Su Shijun's child!"

Hearing Zheng Qing's question, the fat man immediately calmed down.

He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao, just to see the doctor shook his head calmly.

"...If I remember correctly, Madam Congressman has only a few words on the child. All we can get is his name, current location, etc."

"But look at your report...Tsk, long talks, various analyses, groundless speculations based on various connections...If something goes wrong in the future, you have to be responsible, don’t you understand?!"

The fat man opened his mouth and finally sighed: "You should be grateful to me... for not digging into the name'Nipton'. If this article is written by someone else, I am afraid it will link up more information. In that case, yours I am afraid there will be more trouble."

"Huh?" The young public student looked inexplicable.

"Is Poseidon a male fox or a female fox?" Xiao Xiao asked suddenly, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"What, what, what?" Zheng Qing became more confused.

"Tsk... as innocent as a boy." The fat man muttered in a low voice and shook his head.

"Can you speak human words?!" The public-sponsored student became more and more unhappy-he always felt that the two guys in front of him seemed to have bad intentions, and there was something in the words.

"I mean... let's enjoy the hunting painting of the Sam Hunter first." The fat man dragged the public servant, walked under a huge oil painting not far away from a few people, pointed and talked. Speaking absolutely:

"This is the famous Super Hunter series, the first edition in 1939, the original picture."

"The author of this series, Maul Komax, has created a series of classic shapes of wizards and demons in his works."

"For example, this painting shows the classic camp of the Sam Hunter."

"The main hunter Clark, the left-hand Stark, the right Bute Stephen, the hunter Peter, the hunter Natasha, and the eternal enemy, the Lich King... In fact, I would rather see Dr. Bruce in this painting. , He is one of my favorite hunters, just my uncle, he seems to have some distant relatives with my family."

Fatty Xin sighed with regret.

Zheng Qing nodded, thinking of Fatty's other identity.

"Of course, the point is not here." The fat man regained his spirit and continued to sign, and said: "Pay attention to the square chin of the hero Clark, the cloak of justice, and the perfect figure of the inverted triangle."

"And the Lich King, the size of his head is always out of proportion to his body, scarlet eyes, and thin, sharp fingers."

"The most fascinating and fascinating thing about this painting is that it uses such an illusory approach to depict amazing realistic scenes ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ the absurd conceives reality."

"Like any news, when it appears in the newspaper, it will always be exaggerated, distorted, and completely unrecognizable. The truth is contained in it."

"This world has always been like this."

"We cannot deny the truth in news reports, just as we cannot deny the truth in this painting."

Zheng Qing was speechless for a while listening to the fat man's argument.

"Good, good! That's really great!" A sudden voice sounded beside him, admiring Fatty's insights: "As expected of today's chief writer, this insight is surprisingly outstanding!"

The young public student immediately turned his head and looked dissatisfied with the stranger who interrupted his thoughts.

In other words, this stranger who is not a stranger.

Andrew Taylor of Alpha Academy.