According to Zheng Qing's idea, if the hunting team only trains throughout the winter and does not participate in any hunting competitions, there is no need to buy a set of dragon skin hunting clothes for everyone - he has never known much about dressing up.
When I was in college, I almost always wore the same school uniform year after year, so naturally I knew very little about this kind of 'image project'.
But now that I have entered university, my previous experience in primary school and middle school is no longer useful.
Moreover, he obviously did not fully understand the relevant arrangements for the hunting competition.
"Yes, yes! After a while, there will be competition hunters." After hearing what his captain said, Fatty Xin turned his head in a hurry, stepped forward, and said with excitement on his face: "Every ten
At the end of February, around the winter solstice and before Christmas, the school also has the tradition of 'winter hunting'."
"The hunting scope of the winter hunting is mainly in the periphery of the Silent Forest and on both sides of the Silent River that flows around the school. The purpose is to clean up some monsters that sneak out from the depths of the forest to hunt for wild food. Such as roe beasts, 朏朏fei, roe deer, and roe owl
, mandrill, red tongue, water tiger, boat ghost, wind raccoon, two-legged earthworm (Amphisibina)..."
"If you're lucky, you can catch two frozen silenced birds, or dig out a nest of velvet down from the tree hole." Zhang Jixin smacked his lips and said with a recalling tone on his face: "My brother participated in the winter hunting last year.
Then I brought back a nest of cattails for my cousin, which made the girl very happy."
"If you're not lucky, you may encounter a Yeqi." Xiao Xiao's voice suddenly sounded nearby, which seemed a little scary: "As far as I know, there are many animals in the Silent Forest that are more unlucky than black crows... You
I would never want to participate in such an event.”
Zheng Qing was initially a little moved when he heard the fat man and the elder's introduction. But then the doctor poured cold water on him, and he suddenly sobered up a lot - he immediately realized that he was now in a wizarding university, and he had bad luck.
Curses and other words that you could not care about before are all real in this world.
Seeing that his captain was giving up his thoughts, Fatty Xin frowned and immediately used a move to retreat instead of advance.
"Of course, not all hunting teams can get a quota for the 'Winter Hunting'." Fatty pinched his fat chin, paused, and added: "In principle, the school only accepts registration from official hunting teams registered in the register.
...However, if a certain informal hunting team is 'extraordinarily outstanding', there is a certain possibility of getting an invitation. This is why I said that you have a chance to participate in this hunting competition."
"The first place in the freshmen competition is definitely an exceptional condition." Zhang Jixin made a very reliable assist.
"Well, I hope so." The young public-funded student obviously lacked the vigor and vitality that real young people should have. He shrugged indifferently and looked at the two extremely active companions in the front row: "As long as you don't go to the woods.
Just catch mice in there. Then, the question of qualifications for this 'Winter Hunt'...or, in other words, the question of whether we will participate or not, it is up to you two to follow up."
"If you really want to participate in that winter hunt, you have to come up with a really strong reason and convince everyone at the hunting team's general meeting - just convincing me is not enough..."
Before he finished speaking, the little stick figure behind the door suddenly screamed: "Class is on! Class is on!"
"You brats, sit down quickly!"
"Shut your mouths! The teacher is here!!"
"Sit down quickly..."
The fat man turned around and looked at the stick figure in surprise: "Why did that guy start shouting again... Hasn't it been quiet for a long time?" [@! *#Free reading]
No one answered his doubts.
In fact, all the young wizards sitting in classroom 601 East obviously have such doubts. Since the professors were busy with other things and were taught by substitute teachers, there has been a significant decline in teaching discipline - accordingly, the teachers who were originally responsible for teaching have
The 'use' of the simple figure as a reminder is not so prominent.
In layman's terms, those little stick figures posted on the back of the classroom door have been "semi-unemployed" for almost half a month.
But soon, everyone's doubts were cleared.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the classroom door was pushed open forcefully from the outside.
A long-lost tall figure burst in from outside the house, carrying a gust of cold winter wind, which chilled the hearts of the young wizards in the classroom.
"Fuck!" The fat man blinked and didn't react for a moment. He groaned in a low voice: "What's going on..."
"What's the situation?" The tall figure on the podium seemed to hear the fat man's muttering. He raised his head, looked around with a smile, and finally focused on the fat man: "This is the situation... I heard that you have been living a very cool life recently.
Mr. Zhang, who takes the place of teaching, said that the atmosphere in the classroom is very active, and the completion rate of extracurricular assignments is also very touching.”
"Given that we are still a school, learning is the most important job of the school. After careful discussions between the vice president and the deans - including me - and in view of the fact that the current situation has eased, starting from this week,
Your previous professors will return to class one after another."
"If nothing unexpected happens, from now on until the end of the semester, I will continue to give you spells lessons."
"Oh, and the philosophy of magic."
Professor Yao was holding the edge of the lecture table with both hands, leaning slightly forward, and in his breast pocket was a large red pipe that was emitting wisps of green smoke - a completely familiar yet unfamiliar scene.
The classmates seemed to have not woken up from the sudden bad news. They all looked at the professor blankly. No one spoke, and no one expressed "welcome after a long absence."
This made Lao Yao feel a little unhappy.
"What, aren't you welcome?" Lao Yao straightened up, grabbed the pipe, stuffed it into his mouth, and blew out a large stream of thick smoke.
As soon as the words were spoken, there was thunderous applause.
"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!"
"Professor, we miss you so much!!"
"Compared to you, that substitute teacher's lectures were so poor that he didn't understand several knowledge points at all!"
"Professor, I feel like I won't be able to use magic without you!"
The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched, and he felt speechless as he listened to the strange welcome speeches in the classroom - to be fair, it is difficult to quantify how much of these welcome speeches are sincere and how much are frightening.
Take Fatty Xin for example. He sat there and belittled the substitute teacher. His only purpose was to give him a reasonable explanation for his previous two crappy assignments.
Obviously, Lao Yao also knows about the colorful hearts of these little guys in the hall.
He folded his arms and leaned against the blackboard, smiling as he watched everyone vent their fear/joy. After a few minutes, he raised his arms and pressed down.