Zheng Qing was not sure of the conversations in the dean's office that happened after he left.
He had enough troubles for himself.
Entering the fourth week of the second semester of sophomore year, the weather became warmer. After three cold and four warm, spring had completely arrived unknowingly. Warm weather is very suitable for hunting, and the breath of spring stimulates hormones in the bodies of young wizards. In addition, for most second-year students, this is a stage where you don’t need to worry about the registration wizard assessment or worry too much about upgrading the exam. Therefore, naturally, there are more and more hunting activities spontaneously organized among students.
On Wednesday evening, the Yusin Hunting Team held a "plethora" meeting for a long time.
The reason why we put quotation marks on the "all" was because Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu were absent at this meeting for well-known reasons, and Xiao Xiao and Li Meng attended the meeting instead, so they were only theoretically all members attended.
It was not until he returned to the dormitory in the evening that Zheng Qing knew the specific matters passed by this meeting.
"Why don't I know what private hunting competition the hunting team is going to participate in?" This was the first sentence he took the meeting minutes from Xiao Xiao's hand, swept over it quickly and said.
"Now you know." The doctor replied calmly.
Zheng Qing sniffed.
I don’t know if it’s because of the high pollen in spring, but he feels that his nose has been uncomfortable recently. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that allergic rhinitis is caused by excessive academic pressure.
He took the hot towel handed over by the elves and applied it to his face, and suddenly felt his nose relaxed a lot. As well, the fatigue around his eyes faded a lot, making his thoughts much clearer.
"Is this private hunting competition you are talking about? The one organized by Jiang Huai, Starry Sky Academy?" He immediately recalled the blue robe chatterbox sitting next to him every Monday morning.
"yes."
"When is expected to start?" Zheng Qing asked, while he had already calculated his leisure in his heart, thinking that if the event was scheduled on Sunday, he might be able to participate.
"This Saturday." Xiao Xiao's answer is always so concise.
Zheng Qing pulled off the towel from his face.
"Saturday?"
He opened his eyes wide and glanced at the two busy roommates at the desk - the doctor was applying oil to his bamboo slips and the fat man was reviewing the contributions of the school newspaper - and suddenly remembered the reason he could not attend the meeting. The feeling of being abandoned in his heart quickly disappeared. After a 'huh', he added, "...I mean, if the Saturday game, Jiang Yu and I might not be able to participate..."
"The notes on the application form have been made clear," Xiao Xiao raised his eyelids and looked at Zheng Qing from above the glasses frame: "You two are sitting in the alternate seats of the hunting team this time... the seats are still behind Lin Guo and Li Meng."
"That girl must be very happy." The captain of Yusin Hunting Team muttered, took another hot towel offered by the elf, and then yelled and covered her face again.
"It's not just that she's happy, she almost jumped to the conference table to dance the tap dance." The fat wizard added with a smile.
Zheng Qing felt that as the captain of the hunting team, he could not perform worse than a minor witch.
"Although I can't participate in the competition," he racked his brains to think about what he could do, and his voice became a bit muffled by the barrier of the towel: "But if there is any copywriting work, I can still help with it."
This is what he said after he made great determination.
He was not so active in the school hunting competition.
It’s a pity that his statement did not receive any enthusiastic praise. The 403 dormitory was quiet. If it weren’t for the rustling sound of a quill pen falling on the parchment paper, Zheng Qing would have thought that he was the only one in the room.
He pulled off the cooler towel again, threw it to the elf floating beside him, and stared at Fatty Xin.
"What did you just say?" The fat wizard realized it and looked up at the captain of the hunting team.
"Copywriting work!" Zheng Qing repeated word by word.
"Well," the fat wizard hesitated and looked at Xiao Xiao: "This... isn't this kind of thing usually the doctoral person responsible? Besides, this is just a private event organized by the students themselves..."
“Private hunting doesn’t have that much writing job.”
Xiao Xiao took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and replied lazily: "So this time we don't need to submit a three-foot-long application form, we don't need to fill in the specific profession of each hunter's three generations of direct marriage, nor do we need to accept moral reviews from the student union like the school's spring hunting or winter hunting... Even most of the time, those so-called reviews are routine procedures."
Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds.
He was not sure which one is worse—or two equally bad—a hunting captain is not clear about the private event procedure or a rare positive but cold water poured on it.
"Ah, is that true?"
It took him a long time to remember what he seemed to say. His eyes avoided his roommates and landed on an elf dancing in the air. He said, "Well, very good, very good... Then I will write a letter to Hu Wu and approve the participation fee in advance, so everyone doesn't have to save..."
"Fatty..." the doctor elongated his voice and continued to shout in his lazy tone that he deserved to be beaten.
"Well, Jiang Huai's advance payment has arrived, and at the same time, they will also provide internal supply of some common consumables." The fat wizard raised the quill in his hand, lit the void twice, and said with a smile: "...Private hunting competitions can also sell tickets, and there will be hunting, sponsorships, peripherals, gambling and other derivative income... A formally registered hunting team like Yuzui can get a 'entry fee' in advance, which is enough to cover the basic expenses. If the event income exceeds expectations, we can receive more gold after the game, so we don't need to allocate the public funds this time."
Zheng Qing took a deep breath.
He has been continuously positively expressed his opinions but has been poured with cold water one after another. Even in this season that is gradually warming up, it is inevitable that people will feel uncomfortable.
"Wow... this, this feeling... it seems like I'm inexplicably excluded."
The captain of Yusin Hunting Team laughed dryly and gave a very inappropriate example: "It seems like you are having a meeting, but I'm hanging on the wall... Hiss... This feeling is very fresh, haha, this is the first time I have encountered it."
The fat man blinked: "Well, you can still say the words 'Thank you for your hard work' to everyone."
Zheng Qing pulled the corners of his mouth, trying not to show his frustration: "The portrait on the wall can be said as well... You guys look like my captain, so it's a waste."
Dr. Xiao was not polite at all about his self-deprecation.
"Isn't it?"
Xiao Xiao put his glasses on again and looked at someone straight: "No need to talk, no need to think, no need to vent his anger. You just need to hang it there as ugly as a painting, indicating that our hunting team has a captain, so that the hunting team will do other things by themselves."