At the end of the plenary meeting of the Knights of Forgiveness, Deng Xiaojian's reply to Zheng Qing also flew back.
In the letter, this sophomore from Starry Sky Academy readily agreed to the request of the young publicly funded student.
What is particularly satisfying is that Deng Xiaojian mentioned in his reply that his hunting team had just finished intensive training before the game, and the team members just needed a period of soothing preparatory training.
"Perhaps we can help your hunting team conduct individual-to-individual training. I believe that my companions will be happy to meet you young outstanding wizards."
Zheng Qing held up the letter and read Deng Xiaojian's reply aloud, with a bright smile on his face.
"That's it!" Zhang Jixin clapped his hands excitedly, his red face shining under the white light: "Maybe we can also borrow their training ground...the coach, the training ground, and the formed team...
…We have already established the most basic framework.”
"Which hunting team does the 'Deng Zi' you're talking about belong to?" Xiao Xiao was obviously more interested in the identity of the hunting team's new coach.
This question made Zheng Qing speechless.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that he has never paid attention to this matter.
So the young public-sponsored student could only explain vaguely: "...He is from Starry Sky College and is a sophomore this year. His cousin is a neighbor of mine, and he opened a herbal medicine shop on Hui Zi Ji... Anyway, we are hunting
The team only needs some basic training, and any experienced hunting team will do."
This sentence is quite correct.
Dr. Xiao Da noticed the embarrassment of the public-funded students, shrugged his shoulders, and did not continue to inquire further.
"Remember your mission!" Before going out, Zhang Jixin shouted again in a loud voice: "Let's discuss with that 'Deng Zi' tomorrow to determine the training time and content... If we need to make other preparations, we must do it in advance
Flying paper crane."
"Okay, no problem." Zheng Qing laughed and enthusiastically sent several members of the Knights out of the dormitory door.
"Also," Zhang Jixin leaned against the doorframe, exposed his head, and added: "Jiang Yu or Liu Feifei... you take the time to talk to them. There are many things about the hunting team manager, which must be determined as soon as possible."
"No problem, okay." Zheng Qing chuckled, sent the responsible hunter out of the dormitory, and then closed the door with a bang.
In the dormitory, Fatty Xin had already buried himself in the bed, squinting his eyes, half asleep and half awake.
The orange cat nestled in his hand, huddled up in a ball, snoring long and hard.
The elves were flying around, picking up the paper balls that fell on the ground, sorting out the overturned books, broken paper scraps, and used disposable cups on the desk.
The bronze mirror hanging under the ceiling rotates slowly at a constant speed, and a dim yellow light flashes on the mirror from time to time.【】
"I always feel that I am not suitable to be the leader of the Knights...or the leader of the hunting team." Zheng Qing fell down on his bed, humming feebly, and said to Dr. Xiao Da, the only energetic person in the dormitory.
: "How about you being the leader of the group to forgive sins? I think you can do a better job than me..."
Xiao Xiao was lying on the table writing furiously. When he heard the idea of government-funded students retiring, he was stunned and didn't speak for a while.
Instead, it was Fatty Xin who stared in confusion and spoke first.
"No, no, no." The fat man waved his stubby arms, arched deep into the bed, and said vaguely: "The doctor is more like a staff officer...a staff member, a strategist...don't just think about these things.
No, go to bed quickly, there will be a lot of trouble tomorrow... Huh... Huh..."
After saying that, he actually fell asleep.
"Maybe Zhang Jixin is not bad either." The young public-funded student still lacked confidence and sighed: "Although the elder's temper is a bit irritable, his words are still contagious... and he is very organized in everything he does."
"So he can be an excellent main hunter instead of the captain of the hunting team." Xiao Xiao seemed to have finally come to his senses and said slowly: "Just like I am not good at speeches and my mobility is weak... the same goes for the elders.
It’s not suitable for detailed planning or compiling complicated information.”
"...I'm not good at anything." Zheng Qing declared weakly.
"You don't need to know these things. You only need to be responsible for coordination and arrangement." Xiao Xiao turned his head, buried himself in his notebook again, waved his hands and said: "Let everyone work together to complete other things... Just like
The fat man said, you should go to bed early, there are a lot of things waiting for you tomorrow."
In other words, he, the captain, plays the role of mediator? Zheng Qing squinted and thought to himself, then his usual task is to say "yes" with a smile during meetings, and then show off to everyone after the meeting.
Wipe your ass.
Gee, I don’t know why, but I always feel like I’ve been cheated.
The young public-funded student was thinking wildly and fell asleep in a daze.
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When the knights of the Knights of Forgiveness gathered in dormitory 403 for a meeting.
Alpha Academy, in the Cullen family's lounge.
Sir Freedman Blake Cullen was taking his cousin, Matthew Cullen, to admire the moonlight at night on a remote terrace protruding from the castle.
The fence of the terrace is carved from a single piece of pure white marble. The gorgeous carvings shine with soft light under the moonlight, which is mesmerizing. It is said that when the terrace was first opened, the Cullen family gave each fence a
A wailing demon soul was stuffed into the pillar.
From left to right, there are seventy-two railings in total.
Then there should be seventy-two demon elves buried inside.
Matthew Cullen didn't know whether there were real demon spirits in the pillars. But the vivid faces that appeared on the pillars, the graceful lines that seemed real, and the complicated details that could almost look real.
, all seem to confirm something from the side.
Matthew stared at a railing that was carved in the shape of a witch and carefully looked at its profile. He always felt that she was somewhat similar to the gypsy witch in his class.
Until his cousin broke the quiet night.
"...I have arranged it for you." Sir Friedman shook the burgundy cup in his hand, looked at the bright red liquid in the cup, and said slowly: "Among the freshmen of Alpha College this year?
There are quite a few outstanding newcomers, you can form a hunting team with them to participate in this year's rookie competition..."
"Rookie competition?" Matthew was a little surprised: "Is it necessary to participate in this kind of peripheral competition?"
"Originally it was unnecessary." Sir Friedman turned his head, his blue eyes looking a little deep in the moonlight: "But since Soprano plans to steal the show in this game, I naturally can't let him focus on beauty.