On the podium, the professor's projection did not try hard to maintain order. He just knocked on the table and raised his voice slightly: "I believe that everyone here knows more about them than a bad old man like me... They have maintained their success in winning the freshman competition last year.
Their motivation is astonishing and exceeds that of most ordinary hunting teams. I think it is appropriate to use the slightly vulgar term 'super student hunting team' to describe these young hunters."
As he spoke, he glanced towards the back left corner of the classroom.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the aura of the projection on the podium became a little thicker, and his eyes became a little more agile.
It was as if the professor's gaze had really passed through.
The young public-sponsored student subconsciously straightened his back and sat up straighter. Almost at the same time, the students in the front row all turned to look at their corner, with excitement, admiration, and envy in their eyes.
"Second thing!"
The professor on the podium did not give the students any more opportunities to chat. He paused for a moment and then knocked on the desk again: "About some arrangements for next week... including arrangements for study and hunting... Actually, I think this
Things should be discussed at the very beginning...Who knows what week it is now that school starts?"
"Week 7!"
There were scattered responses in the audience.
"Yes, it's already the seventh week." The professor raised his voice slightly: "Tomorrow is the eighth week, and the midterm exam is usually scheduled in the tenth or eleventh week. In other words, when the hunting moon ends, you should
Welcome to the new round of exams after you enter the second grade."
There was no need for him to emphasize it again, and there was a series of laments in the classroom.
Zheng Qing could clearly feel that the spirit that had been so excited during the school hunting competition immediately fell to the bottom just because of these words.
The professor's tone softened a bit: "...I emphasize this matter, not to deny your active participation in the school hunting competition, nor to ask you to turn all your energy back to your studies during this period. But I am saying that you need to pay more attention to your studies.
The balance between practice and practice, practice and entertainment...Everything in life is important, and everything you are doing should be done seriously and not half-heartedly."
The atmosphere in the classroom gradually became more correct.
"The midterm exam is not a difficult problem," the professor nodded with satisfaction and continued: "Same as last year, most of the exams are in class, with professors from various subjects setting their own questions, including many open-book exams... But I am more
It is recommended that you have higher requirements on yourself, because this test is a summary of your mastery of magic knowledge at this stage. If you want to check for deficiencies, this is a very good opportunity."
"In addition to study, everyone also needs to know about some arrangements for the school hunting party."
"This part was originally supposed to be discussed after the third thing, but considering the time, in order not to waste the last few hours of your precious vacation, I will take a breath in advance."
"Next week from Monday to Friday, well, to be precise, until noon on Friday, there will be no formal hunting competition arranged, but related, some derivative activities of the school hunting party will be held in a concentrated manner, such as the freshman experience competition, hunting party,
Hunting parks, hunting dances, hunting painting exhibitions, hunting tastings, etc. I hope everyone can do what I emphasized before and balance the relationship between various activities and learning..."
Zheng Qing's ears moved slightly and he heard the fat wizard in the front row whispering to the red-faced wizard next to him: "...until noon on Friday? That means the finals are scheduled for Friday afternoon, taking up the time of the practical class."
"Not surprising at all."
Zhang Jixin pouted: "As the saying goes, 'everything can be practiced', the opening ceremony is considered social practice, the school hunting party is considered magic practice, and being occupied by Old Yao is considered philosophical practice...Practice is a basket, and everything big and small can be put into it."
Although he did not participate in their chat, the young public-funded student still nodded involuntarily to show his agreement.
"...and then the last thing, about the results of the school hunting club selection competition and the rules of the finals." This sentence on the podium immediately pulled back the distracted attention of the class.
Including Zheng Qing.
He raised his head and saw that the professor was putting his hand into his arms, as if he was taking his score sheet. The young public-funded student couldn't help but perked up, and he sat more upright than before.
In the entire classroom, perhaps only Nicholas was more positive than him. Ever since the Edge Hunters were evaluated by the professor with the word "surprise", this tall and thin North District wizard has always looked restless, and most of the time at this moment.
Everyone was lying on the table and leaning forward, as if they wanted to help the professor pull out his hand from his arms.
The entire classroom held their breath and concentrated, but the projection on the podium was not in a hurry, and its movements seemed to be a little slower than before. Zheng Qing couldn't help but wonder whether the distance between Professor Yao's body and the projection was too far, causing the magic power to lag.
.
Fortunately, 'stuttering' is not 'stagnation'.
The professor's hand finally came out of his arms, but contrary to everyone's expectations, what was in the professor's hand was not a transcript or a notebook, but a chubby duck the size of a fist.
There was a sudden exclamation in the classroom.
The little duck seemed frightened by the noise. It huddled up and put its head under its wings, making a crisp banging sound. Only then did Zheng Qing notice that the little duck was made of brass.
"Be quiet, don't scare it!"
The professor scolded the fussing young wizards in the audience, and at the same time tapped the brass duck on the back: "...and you, you are a copper duck, how can you be less courageous than one made of porcelain!"
The duck stretched out its head and quacked twice.
"Hmm," the professor said perfunctorily, took out a few pellets and stuffed them into the mouth of the copper duck: "Eat quickly... finish your work early and go back to the shelf early, it will be safer there."
The bronze duck poked its head, pecked, raised and swallowed, and swallowed the pellets into its stomach in a moment. Then it seemed to have some courage, pacing back and forth on the lecture table, fluttering its wings.
Wisps of extremely light smoke slowly flowed out from its back as it moved.
Only then did the professor raise his head and simply explained: "As for the results of the selection and finals, the student union and hunting committee have decided to make unified arrangements for the announcement... The location is still Dreamland, and it is very different inside. It should be the same as when you watched the game before.
Almost... the smoke emitted by this aromatherapy duck can help everyone enter the dreamland better and faster... Well, don't use your magic power to resist the sleepiness, otherwise you may have some twists and turns when entering the dreamland.
"
Gan.
This was Zheng Qing's last thought before his consciousness fell into darkness. Along with this thought, there was also a little bit of magic power that he had just mentioned and worked hard to dissipate.