Zheng Qing can no longer remember exactly how the hunting team training session on Friday night ended.
Because he went to the school hospital late at night and was given several doses of bitter magic potion by Mrs. Bella, which made his eyes dizzy and his consciousness blurred.
Zheng Qing only vaguely remembered that everyone else in the training camp that night seemed very satisfied.
Youzui and the other wizards were satisfied because they were like peacocks with their tails spread, fully displaying their beautiful tail hairs in front of the owner of Qingqiu Mansion; Li Meng was also satisfied because Su Shijun gave her a gift before leaving.
She signed her notebook and invited her to the mansion for afternoon tea.
As for Jiang Yu and Su Shijun, they both entered the school hospital, so there should be no reason for them to be dissatisfied.
The only one who is not very satisfied is Zheng Qing.
One night, he felt that his back was getting wet and dry, and his spirit was sometimes relaxed and sometimes tense, and he was almost nervous.
This confusion and the sense of chaos after being drugged that night made him feel a little hazy all day long, and it was not until Saturday night that he finally woke up.
To be precise, it was a magical light that forced him to wake up.
"What do you mean you can't participate in tonight's training camp because of something else?"
Fatty Xin hugged Tuan Tuan and looked at the young public-funded student with a solemn face. There was a bit of confusion in his voice: "Is there anything more important right now than meeting the beautiful Su? Are you right, doctor?"
He turned to look at Xiao Xiao.
Xiao Xiao was sitting at his desk, grabbing a piece of red velvet cloth and carefully wiping his crystal ball, trying to make it shine during tonight's training session.
Hearing the cry of the fat wizard, he seemed to have come back to his senses, raised his head, and adjusted his glasses blankly: "What? No time? No time... I can act as the captain of the hunting team! No problem, captain
Just leave this responsibility to me!"
"What does your position as acting hunting team leader mean?"
Fatty Xin suddenly forgot about his doubts about Zheng Qing a second ago and became furious: "In terms of position, I serve as an eye in the battle formation; in terms of qualifications, Brother Xin is one of the only two main hunters in the team...
…In terms of rankings, we are still higher than you!"
"Because neither of you will be convinced by the other, it is most appropriate for me to be the acting captain." The apologetic diviner lowered his head again and focused on his crystal ball. His tone seemed to be understatement: "As the saying goes, the snipe and the clam are fighting against each other.
The fishermen gain, the second child fights with the third child, and the fourth child gets the upper hand..."
This sounds surprisingly reasonable.
Fatty Xin really wanted to confirm his ranking in the top three, and then go to the hunting ground and have a good discussion with Zhang Jixin about who should go first. At this moment, after hearing the doctor's analysis, he suddenly became embarrassed. Fat Mao, who was enjoying the massage on his hands, felt his back
The strength of those claws alternated between light and heavy. He howled angrily, jumped up, left the fat man's arms, and jumped into bed by himself.
Fatty didn't care to comfort Fat Cat, and looked at Xiao Xiao with a troubled face: "...How about you support me as acting captain this time, and next time something happens to Brother Scumbag, I will support you again?"
"Who knows when the next time will be." The doctor sneered at this non-binding verbal agreement.
Fatty Xin patted his chest confidently: "Tomorrow! Monday night! I guarantee it, he will definitely have diarrhea until his legs are weak... Believe me, there won't be a day without him stealing my snacks."
Zheng Qing's face was filled with questions.
When did I secretly eat Fatty’s snacks? Is it considered stealing if I only eat a little bit occasionally...occasionally...occasionally? Isn’t it normal for roommates to have friendly interactions with each other?
Besides, what the hell is diarrhea!
"What do you mean something will happen to me?"
The young public-funded student cracked his knuckles, his face full of annoyance, and he even forgot to pay attention to the name 'Brother Zha'. His eyes wandered over the two roommates: "I was still around, and you started discussing drugging me.
Is it time to choose a coffin for me next?"
The two companions seemed to have noticed the presence of their captain at this moment.
Xiao Xiao looked surprised: "Aren't you okay? Why haven't you left yet?"
"Go quickly, don't waste time," the fat wizard waved his hand as if to ward off a fly: "Don't worry, we will take care of it for you in the hunting team."
Zheng Qing took out his Colt Silver Python with a gloomy look on his face and put the talisman bullets in it one by one.
The roommates immediately became quiet.
At this moment, there was a creaking sound on Dylan's bed next to him, and within a moment, the pale Mr. Vampire Werewolf poked his head out of the coffin with his messy hair.
"What time is it? Is it already there? What happened?"
He was sleepy-eyed and yawned loudly when he spoke, revealing two sharp little fangs, showing a ferocious look with a slightly cute temperament: "...Why did I hear someone wanted to buy a coffin? I have a way.
The old connections in the family...can help you choose the best quality coffin! It won’t be bad for you to sleep in for a hundred years!”
Zheng Qing completely lost his temper.
He glared at the fat man, stuffed the rune gun into his belt fiercely, took out his pocket watch, and looked at the time: "Seven forty-nine, there is still more than an hour before the training session... You can sleep a little longer."
"One hour?"
The vampire werewolf completely woke up, lifted the lid of the coffin, and jumped out of bed with a cry, his face full of panic: "It's over, it's too late... Is one hour enough to powder your face? Will Councilor Su think I'm rude!"
He walked into the bathroom like a storm, and there was a clanking sound immediately inside. The elves, like wasps that had stung their nests, followed them in with all kinds of toiletries in their hands.
While washing, Dylan's curious voice also came from the bathroom: "I just heard you vaguely talking about the captain in the coffin? Did something happen to Brother Scumbag?"
Xiao Xiao and the fat wizard looked at each other.
Finally, Fatty Xin, who was still good at talking, spoke up: "Well, Brother Zha said that he had something to do tonight and couldn't participate in the training, so he wanted to find someone to act as the hunting team leader..."
Before he finished speaking, a wet head poked out from the bathroom door. Zheng Qing noticed that an elf was hanging on Mr. Vampire Werewolf's hair, with bare arms, working hard to help him foam.
"In other words, the person who will send Representative Su home after the training is now uncertain?"
Dylan's face was full of excitement, waving his arms, and his eyes were filled with horror: "Don't compete with me, I am the only member of the entire hunting team who is a member of the Moon Council, and I am more qualified than anyone else to serve as the acting captain...
…”
"Fart, I am the center of the battle formation!" The fat wizard suddenly jumped to his feet.
"Don't argue anymore, just listen to me. My divination results show that I will be the leader of the hunting team tonight." Xiao Xiao used the most objective tone and said completely unobjective words: "Merlin, this is magic.
Choice...but like the fat man said, everyone can take turns in this matter, and someone else will do it next time."