Hunting College

November 7, the tenth day of the tenth lunar month.

Friday.

Solar terms, Lidong.

Appropriate, offering sacrifices, bathing, and traveling.

Avoid, open the market, break ground, go funeral.

The disturbing moon hunting gradually came to an end in one wonderful hunting game after another, especially in the last few days, as the closing ceremony of the school hunting club was approaching, Jiuyou College reappeared the peak of the flow of people during the opening ceremony. Guests from the Brothers College and outside the school came in droves, crowding the originally spacious college, and even the lakeside forest and the corridor around the mansion were full of people.

It's just that none of this has anything to do with Zheng Qing.

Because of the noise from other colleges after the freshman game, and the subsequent rumors that gradually fermented, the young public-funded students were under tremendous pressure. Although it’s not like ‘rats crossing the street, everyone shouting and fighting’, but there’s no way to go to various stadiums to watch the games, or go to the small dance hunts held by certain clubs.

After all, there are often people who drink too much at the dance. If he appears in the wrong place at the wrong time, he is likely to be splashed with alcohol. If he has bad luck, he may be dragged by his robe and scolded.

After all, Zheng Qing didn't tremble, and he didn't like yelling, so he didn't bother to see the heart, so he simply stopped going to crowded places.

Today is Friday. The morning is an alchemy class and the afternoon is a practical class.

Perhaps it’s because of the hunt for the moon. In the last month’s practical class, Hilda’s assistant seldom asked the students to do high-intensity spell training, but more on theoretical knowledge-such as the rules and regulations of hunting games, Case studies of classic hunting games, tips for watching hunting games, and various other rare and interesting little knowledge, etc.

Just like this lesson, what Hilda shared with you are some specific examples of fouls in the hunting game.

Since this is a big class mixed with Alpha Academy, Zheng Qing had already prepared himself to mock and verbally attack. But to his surprise, he didn't hear too much excessive words until the bell rang after class.

It wasn't until Andrew Taylor stepped forward to greet him with a smile that the young public-sponsored student vaguely guessed the reason.

"Mr. Seprano expressed his appreciation for the freshman competition at the Cheung Kei meeting, so many people in the college should have some reservations about your opinions recently."

The young master of Taylor's family rubbed the jewel on his finger and continued: "Of course, Alpha is very big. In addition to Mr. Seprano, there are people from Sir Friedman..."

As he said, he glanced calmly at Matthew Cullen not far away, and added in a low voice: "My friend told me that people from the Hemophilia Club have often wandered around in the Library of Books recently. Who are you looking for... Of course, they are not necessarily looking for you, but they are not Mr. Seprano's after all. To be on the safe side, I suggest that you stay in the dormitory to study recently."

Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly: "Thank you... I happen to have other things these days, and I didn't plan to go to the library."

Andrew nodded in satisfaction, looking at his expression, he seemed to think that Zheng Qing had changed his attention because of his persuasion.

But in fact, Zheng Qing is really busy these days.

Just like today, after the practice class, he will go to the school hospital to visit Dylan with other partners; tomorrow, Saturday night, he will have a routine patrol mission; and on Sunday, Jiang Yu informed him in the morning, Du Ze Dr. Mu had something on Monday, so the inspection time for the elf was advanced to Sunday. Of course, the flow of people in the school has increased recently, and the Shushan Hall is overcrowded, which is one of the reasons why Zheng Qing gave up going to the library.

Speaking of visiting Dylan in the school hospital, Zhang Jixin originally suggested that everyone raise funds to buy a Pandora's box at the Green Grocery Store-this is a small box that can only be opened to know what gift is inside. It is a test of the buyer's luck-but This suggestion was finally rejected by Xiao Xiao.

In Dr. Xiao Da's opinion, what Dylan needs now is not a little luck, but plenty of energy.

Because it coincided with Lidong, after repeated discussions, the doctor finally chose to bring a large box of dumplings as a gift.

"I actually would rather you bring me a dozen drumsticks." Mr. Vampire Werewolf in a sick gown looked sadly at the big box of dumplings in front of him, muttering: "Or, it would be nice to bring a few boxes of blood tofu."

"I remember you didn't ask for so much in terms of eating, right." Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Didn't you say before that you are an omnivorous creature?"

"Is it not allowed to be picky eaters?" Dylan looked unhappy: "As a 1,500-year-old man, he can't even eat what he wants... It's really sad."

"Oh, oh, age has increased again!" Fatty Xin shook his stubby fingers, and repeatedly reminded: "Aren't you only 1,300 years old before? It's only been a few days since I haven't seen you, how come you have increased by 200 years!"

"My age is affected by Schrödinger's Law, which is constant for me~www.ltnovel.com~ for you." Dylan forced a wave of explanations and immediately changed the subject: "Say. What is the filling of dumplings? Let’s say yes first, I definitely don’t eat spicy things like green onions, ginger, garlic, leeks..."

"Knowing that you have half the blood of a vampire, who wouldn't want to prepare garlic for you!" Xiao Xiao snorted, but still patiently explained: "The dumpling stuffing is made of frog meat."

"Frog meat?" Dylan picked up one with his chopsticks and sniffed under his nose, with a somewhat interested expression on his face: "Although I have heard that frogs can eat...but it can still make dumplings? Take frogs. Is it not taxed to make food?"

Zheng Qing knew that Dylan was referring to ‘murder tax’. That is a special tax for witches killing small animals, the tax rate is very high, and other corresponding penalties will also be involved.

"Amphibians are no longer on the taxable list." Xiao Xiao said with a black face: "In addition, these frog meats were sent by Iseni-the murloc in Linzhong Lake-they have frogs as snacks. Children’s habits. And according to the fish people’s concept, frogs are a creature that can cross life and death (note, here refers to hibernation and awakening), and can live a long and healthy life after eating. So this gift is very suitable to me."

"But I remember Ishini's pet is a flying little frog?!" Fatty Xin suddenly remembered something and was shocked: "Did he chop his frog into dumpling stuffing? The murloc actually eats his pet! Too evil!"

"Eating dog meat does not conflict with keeping a pet dog." Zheng Qing sees this aspect more clearly: "Although Iseni may chop that little frog into dumplings for stuffing, it is also possible that it is only from himself I picked a few frogs in the frog garden."

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